Chapter Eleven

So this was it. I have my bags packed and ready to go on the run. Maybe I should just cut right to the chase and kill Lynn. I mean, she was the one I was after. 

I walk towards the front door, getting the last peek of the place I called my home. Who knows where I'll end up, or who I will become. 

My phone rings, and seeing it Dixon, I switch it to slight. Why answer a call, I know what it was about? The sun warms my face as I walk outside and move towards my car, the adrenaline I had running through me is now replaced with anxiety. Wow, in such a short time frame I went from being a married woman with a child to a serial killer on the run.

I get into my car, after I place an ax I stole out of my parents' burn in the back of the trunk of the car. 

I close my eyes, and try to drown out the voice in my mind, which was connected to horrible memories. Memories of feeling not good enough and feeling like my husband was taking someone else's side besides mine. All the arguments, all the late nights sleeping alone. Did it have to be this way? Could I just have dealt with the abuse longer? I know it would never go away, but I should have tried to convince my husband to take our son and leave with me. 

Driving down the road, I think about how normal this should be. It was something I have done many times. Turning down the road, my ex-husband is now staying with his mom and our son. I see them outside carving pumpkins, and my inside twist. This has always been my favorite part of the holiday season, and I completely lost time with my son, even holidays. The wetness splashes on my cheeks, and I realize I have been crying. 

Hours later, I find myself in a hotel room just a few cities over from my parents' home location. I know this wasn't a hiding spot. I didn't plan on hiding for long. I will turn myself in for these murders, and I'm fine going to jail, since I don't have much of a life anymore.

I hear my phone beep next to the Pepperoni pizza box that lay open on the bed. 

Where are you? Dixon's message read. 

I feel my eyes roll. He has some nerves, like he cares. 

Like you care. I text the words feeling choked up. The knot in my throat was growing so uncomfortable.

Seconds later, I hear another beep. Don't do that, you know that I will always care about you. 

I grab a slice of pizza, taking a bite as a cheese oozes around my finger. I sure hope they serve pizza in jail. I laughed to myself. That is the one thing I'm not looking forward to giving up the food. Every girl likes to eat, right?

Grabbing the remote, which is next to the bed, I turn on the news. And I see the pictures of my ex-husband's family on the news, first his dad and then his sister. It's funny, the news reporter makes it sound like there is some dangerous psychopath on the loose. Is that really what I am, or hurt a girl who has endured many years of emotional abuse? If everyone knows the whole story, how would they feel about the murders, how would they view this?

I feel my mouth drop open as a news reporter gave my car description. I know it wasn't long before my name was tied to the murders. Dixon is smart in my ways, and I know he understands the pain his parents caused me, but he just doesn't want to accept it. 

Tonight must be the night I execute this plan in my head. There's no other time and no way I can't turn back, now I'm already in too deep. The person responsible for everything must pay, and then if that happens, I'll greatly leave my life behind. 

I lay down, hoping sleep will overtake me for at least a few hours.

Rubbing my eyes, I realize the night sky has cast a black blanket over the world. This will be the ultimate time to move unseen. My feet move towards the hotel door, and look at the room one last time, getting a peek at what freedom looks like. I don't know what I'll see tomorrow or where I will be, but I can wear a smile on my face knowing Lynn can no longer torture me.

Opening the car door, my hands felt shaky. I hope I can drive in this nervous condition. Pulling out of the hotel driveway, I drive at a steady pace towards the house. I know how quickly everyone falls asleep in the house. The only person who could possibly be awake is Dixon, and my mind wasn't sure if I would kill him as well. It wasn't a long drive, and soon I find myself parked in front of the dreaded house, where I've already committed two horrendous acts. 

My hands clutch the ax in my hand so tight I feel the wood chips start to embed in my skin. My hands open the car door, and I storm towards the front door. So I bet you're thinking, how is she going to get in? My hand searches under the mat, and I find the key that I know will be left there. You think these idiots would have put that key away. I mean, having a spare key is useful, but not when you're targeted by a serial killer.

Putting the key in the handle, I turn it slowly, and gently push it open, even though it makes a small sound. My feet quickly move towards her bedroom, and I felt relieved that there was blackness behind the door. 

 Once inside, my hands turn on the light, some reason inside of me I want her to wake up. I want her to understand that I won this game of chess. She was once the cat chasing the mouse, but now I am the coyote who just annihilated that small cat.

She shoots up in bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes. and I feel the biggest grin in my life take over my face. She looks at me with shock on her face. 

"It was you, you cunt? She looks at the ax that's been swung over my shoulders. 

I laugh. "I hope you enjoy your time in hell."

"Dixion," she screams. 

I know I cannot torture her, as I wish. He should be here in the room in moments. My feet move towards her bed. 

"Please no." She puts her hands over her face.

I pick up the ax so it's nose level, and in one quick motion I swing the ax against her face. I saw the gashes in her hands as she screams. The blood that poured out of her hands was overwhelming, and I taste the metallic in my mouth as the smell dances around my nose. I notice It cut through her hands and there was a gash on her cheek. I do the motion again quickly, this time completely slicing her throat. I smile, watching the blood leak out of her neck. She tries to scream, but only air comes out. This brought my heart much joy, and I heard feet rushing down the stairs. I was able to get in two more swings before the door opened, just in time for her body to stop moving. I knew she was now dead, I look at her face, which my ax made on unrecognizable.