passenger side of the car, out of harm’s way, but his attacker was almost in through the window, frantically sticking the knife into random parts of Charlie's face, neck and body.
Charlie had started throwing his arms towards the figure in the window and maybe connected once or twice, but it wasn't enough. There was blood-loss, shock, fear and then death. Charlie lay slumped across the two seats. No more cockiness, no more arrogance, no more cruel words. Charlie was no more.
Ben stood a block away from his old workplace, bum against a wall, leaning forward and trying to control his breathing. He threw up.
He couldn't r emember getting to where he was. He couldn't remember anything really. He checked his pocket and found the knife that he had taken from his mother's house. He remembered that now. Then he remembered waiting in the car park, then approaching Charlie but Charlie turning around telling him to go. Then he remembered the feelings of weakness, and hopelessness, and walking away then running out of the car park.
Was that how it happened?
He threw up again and wiped his mouth. When he looked at his hands, he noticed the trembling had calmed down. The adrenaline was fading, his heart returning to a normal beat. It took a moment to regain his composure, and then he walked across the street and looked at his reflection in a shop window.
He looked ok, and the man in the mirror didn't make an appearance. Ben didn't know what that meant exactly, but thought it was significant.
He began walking, and ditched the knife at the first bin he came across, glad to get rid of it. He crossed a bridge, and looked below at the canal, the same canal that further upstream he had taken two innocent lives. He got to the steps that led down to the canal pathway and didn't know why but decided to walk in the direction of his home. As if by coincidence, his phone rang and it was Natalie. He thought for a moment that maybe the unconscious decision to walk in that direction was a sign, and that now was the time to sort out that particular situation.
He answered the phone and regretted it almost instantly. Natalie didn't waste any time in giving him some unexpected news.
‘ I'm pregnant,’ she said.
31
Eve sat at the kitchen table and finished her salad. She hadn't got dressed since Ben had stripped her naked hours ago, and she felt great, and happy, so decided to treat herself and make the most of the situation. She planned to do some reading, maybe watch a movie, and just relax until Ben came back.
She had tried to call him before she began eating, but his phone went to answer phone. This didn't concern her, although she had seen that he had ignored calls from his mother and his girlfriend, but she firmly believed he wouldn't do the same to her. He can't have heard the phone, or he was driving, or talking to his mother or was maybe even seeing his old boss trying to get his job back. She didn't let herself think about him being with Natalie, she wasn't so much jealous, as a little insecure. But she did well to convince herself that he wasn't there, at the home they shared, patching up their differences.
Eve rose from the table, went to the bathroom and stood naked before the mirror, under the bright light. No make -up, no clothes, this was Eve. And today, Eve loved her life. She knew that this happiness was down to this wonderful guy she had met just hours ago. A man who had said he was not perfect, a man who has admitted that he had problems, many problems to deal with, yet a man who’d felt the same comfort in Eve's company, as she had in his.
She walked back into the front room and opened a drawer, pulled out her diary and a pen, then laid down on her bed. She propped herself up with an elbow, leant over the book and opened it up to the next blank page. Eve began to write about Ben, about the hopes and feelings he had provoked in her, about the dirty sex they'd had, about the soft, sensual sex they'd had too. She wrote
Charlie had started throwing his arms towards the figure in the window and maybe connected once or twice, but it wasn't enough. There was blood-loss, shock, fear and then death. Charlie lay slumped across the two seats. No more cockiness, no more arrogance, no more cruel words. Charlie was no more.
Ben stood a block away from his old workplace, bum against a wall, leaning forward and trying to control his breathing. He threw up.
He couldn't r emember getting to where he was. He couldn't remember anything really. He checked his pocket and found the knife that he had taken from his mother's house. He remembered that now. Then he remembered waiting in the car park, then approaching Charlie but Charlie turning around telling him to go. Then he remembered the feelings of weakness, and hopelessness, and walking away then running out of the car park.
Was that how it happened?
He threw up again and wiped his mouth. When he looked at his hands, he noticed the trembling had calmed down. The adrenaline was fading, his heart returning to a normal beat. It took a moment to regain his composure, and then he walked across the street and looked at his reflection in a shop window.
He looked ok, and the man in the mirror didn't make an appearance. Ben didn't know what that meant exactly, but thought it was significant.
He began walking, and ditched the knife at the first bin he came across, glad to get rid of it. He crossed a bridge, and looked below at the canal, the same canal that further upstream he had taken two innocent lives. He got to the steps that led down to the canal pathway and didn't know why but decided to walk in the direction of his home. As if by coincidence, his phone rang and it was Natalie. He thought for a moment that maybe the unconscious decision to walk in that direction was a sign, and that now was the time to sort out that particular situation.
He answered the phone and regretted it almost instantly. Natalie didn't waste any time in giving him some unexpected news.
‘ I'm pregnant,’ she said.
31
Eve sat at the kitchen table and finished her salad. She hadn't got dressed since Ben had stripped her naked hours ago, and she felt great, and happy, so decided to treat herself and make the most of the situation. She planned to do some reading, maybe watch a movie, and just relax until Ben came back.
She had tried to call him before she began eating, but his phone went to answer phone. This didn't concern her, although she had seen that he had ignored calls from his mother and his girlfriend, but she firmly believed he wouldn't do the same to her. He can't have heard the phone, or he was driving, or talking to his mother or was maybe even seeing his old boss trying to get his job back. She didn't let herself think about him being with Natalie, she wasn't so much jealous, as a little insecure. But she did well to convince herself that he wasn't there, at the home they shared, patching up their differences.
Eve rose from the table, went to the bathroom and stood naked before the mirror, under the bright light. No make -up, no clothes, this was Eve. And today, Eve loved her life. She knew that this happiness was down to this wonderful guy she had met just hours ago. A man who had said he was not perfect, a man who has admitted that he had problems, many problems to deal with, yet a man who’d felt the same comfort in Eve's company, as she had in his.
She walked back into the front room and opened a drawer, pulled out her diary and a pen, then laid down on her bed. She propped herself up with an elbow, leant over the book and opened it up to the next blank page. Eve began to write about Ben, about the hopes and feelings he had provoked in her, about the dirty sex they'd had, about the soft, sensual sex they'd had too. She wrote
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