Two

   My heart never stopped racing, I knew for sure he could hear it crashing against my chest. But I thought as quickly as possible, pulling one of the knives from my mother's body. I even felt the wetness of her blood sprinkle across my face; I could taste the iron. I pointed the knife at this imposter, at this creature.

     I couldn't come to terms of what was going on, my mother lying here, her body lifeless.  My father is somewhere in the house, well his body is. I had to get out of here, the screams would have attracted attention, soon there will be cops looking to investigate. But I needed proof , And here we are both looking at one another he stood still not saying a word. He just stared at me, his eyes, dark almonds "What are you going to do Cassiel? Clocks ticking" He finally spoke as he looked towards his watch.

​      At that moment, I turned around  I took off dropping the knife on the floor as I made my way out of the kitchen. Sliding in the blood almost falling to my knees, catching myself with my hands. Leaving my handprint in slick floor before I crashed into the door, looking back to see him just staring at me pointing at this watch "Time is wasting Cassiel"

     I snatched the door open before I sprinted outside, jumping over the bushes that led to the sidewalk. The night air hit my lungs hard, the coldness seemed to stab at my skin like small needles. I didn't know where I was running too covered in blood. I just ran, my phone began to vibrate; someone was calling Rachelle I couldn't answer the phone.

     The blood tickled my skin, I could feel the wind pushing the liquid down my forearms. The small red beads of iron, the last part of my mother. My cheeks began to dampen, tears started to fall from my eyes like rain drops. I began to heave as the run prolonged, hyperventilate even when I came into realization. The pain smacked me over and over again.

   I struggled to breathe, the burning of my lungs charred my throat. My feet collided with the cement; Every stride I lifted my knees, thrusting my legs down; Increasing my pace, speeding up as if I was being pursued. As if something were chasing me, but there was. As I ran, with every tear that fell from my face. Crashing around me, I ran from my guilt.

I ran from my regret, I ran from my fear.

   My nose began to run; inhaling the cold air didn't make the situation any better. My sprint decreased, resulting in a slight jog from there it declined and I began to walk. I could feel the tension in my calves if I didn't stop I would surely cramp up. I walked with a small limp hating myself for doing legs today

fucking leg day

   The limbs below my chest felt heavy; I dragged my legs, barely lifting them off the ground as I walk. My phone began to go off, sending this trembling sensation up my thigh. I pull the IPhone out my pocket to see a familiar name Rachelle. I answer the call without completely realizing it, my finger sort of slid across the screen and before you know it I stared into those beautiful fiery eyes.

   The first words that escaped Rachelle's mouth didn't surprise me

"Are you okay?"

Sometimes it seems as if we could read each others minds . But at this moment I couldn't find the words to speak. I just stared at her, Rachelle began to scan my body. Seeing the blood smeared all over my body, my stained tank top. Small crimson streaks  on my face from wiping my sniffling nose.

Where are you?

   I hung up, quickly sending her my location. I was nearly on the other side the overpass leading towards the shopping center. The grocery stores and restaurants lit up the store complex . A huge field spread out on the left side of the street. Stacks of hay placed strategically. The moon floated in the sky; like a spotlight shining down me. I made it to the street light. It's late so the streets were empty; it was sort of beautiful . That silence; that complete silence. It was soothing. I pulled out my phone

Meet me at our spot

    I took a right passing In n Out and Sizzlers. My jog began to change pace, for some reason I started to feel paranoid. Like someone was chasing me, Before you know it I was sprinting down Del Paso Blvd. Passing up the old Arco Arena, the new buildings that were being built. Each step I took I increased my pace, running full speed down the sidewalk until I reached the street light.

   I could see the parking lot now, the little liquor store on the corner of the lot , Papa Johns to the right. My legs were soaked with fatigue as I made my way towards the car. Rachelle sat in the driver seat, continuously glancing at her phone. Our eyes finally met; a splash of concern washed over her face.

   I stopped at the door, trying to catch my breath. My heart seemed as if it was trying to claw itself out of my chest. I opened the door, Rachelle quickly rearranged all the items that were covering passenger seat so I was actually able to sit down. Miscellanous things like backwoods, backwoods, and more backwood packs.

   I sat in the car staring into space, I think I'm still in shock. My heart is beating so fast, all I could hear is the pounding noise against my chest. I close my eyes, I began to take one deep breath after another. Slowing my heart rate down. I glanced at Rachelle, her mouth began move. I assume words came out but for some reason I couldn't hear them. I repeated the process again, taking some deep breaths while trying to ease my heart beat.

   And as I did so, I started to hear her voice. At first it started as a whisper, I couldn't make out the words, then as my heart rate slowed the volume of her words increased.

                                Cass?

What happened?

                                  Talk to me!

                 Why aren't you saying anything?

                             Who's blood is this?

                               Hey, look at me.

Rachelle, all I could do is stare. Hundreds of curls fell down from her head like vines in jungle, dozens of spirals that hung down to her shoulders. The absolute power women have. The power to influence . Or is it beauty itself? The absolute power of control. The absolute power of manipulation.

It is the eyes that sway me...the way she stared into my soul with those dark brown eyes. Those brown eyes, those chocolate kisses that stared at me with sweetness. Seductive eyes that were hypnotizing , enticing.  Her lips, oh those lips. A sensual pink that  sat there beneath her petite nose.  Lush, the edge of her mouth was cliff and I was more than willing to jump off.

My mom

                                 She's dead

Rachelle stared at me with confusion. I don't blame her, appearing here tonight covered in blood. She had no choice but to believe me.....