Page 2 of Silent Scream
But the years since had been different. A shadow of fear had followed her every move; dictated her actions, influenced her decisions.
She remembered reading somewhere that conscience was no more than the fear of being caught. Teresa was honest enough to admit that, for her, the statement was true.
But their secret was safe. It had to be.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of a glass panel shattering. But the sound was not in the distance. It was at her kitchen door.
Teresa lay perfectly still, her ears straining for further sounds. The noise would not have alerted anyone else. The next detached home sat two hundred feet away, on the other side of a leylandi hedge that rose twenty feet high.
The silence of her house thickened around her. The quiet that followed the loud noise was fraught with menace.
Perhaps it was nothing more than a mindless act of vandalism. Maybe a couple of the students from Saint Joseph’s had learned her address. By God, she hoped so.
The blood thundered along her veins, vibrating into her temples. She swallowed, in an attempt to clear her eardrums.
Her body began to react to the sensation that she was no longer alone. She brought herself to a sitting position. The sound of the water rearranging itself was loud as it sloshed against the tub. Her hand slipped on the porcelain and her right side fell back into the water.
A sound at the bottom of the stairs destroyed any vague hope of mindless vandalism.
Teresa knew that she was out of time. In a parallel universe, the muscles in her body reacted to the impending threat, but in this one both her body and her mind were stilled by the inevitable. She knew that there was nowhere left to hide.
As she heard the creak of the stairs she briefly closed her eyes and willed her body to stay calm. There was an element of freedom when finally confronted by the fears that haunted her.
As she felt the cool air enter the room from the doorway, she opened her eyes.
The figure that entered was as black and featureless as a shadow. Utility trousers met a thick black fleece which was covered by a long overcoat. A woollen balaclava covered the face. But why me? Teresa’s mind raged. She was not the weakest link.
She shook her head. ‘I haven’t spoken,’ she said. The words were barely audible. Every one of her senses was beginning to close down as her body prepared for death.
The black figure took two steps towards her. Teresa searched for a clue but found none. It could only be one of four.
Teresa felt the betrayal of her body as urine slipped from between her legs into the scented water.
‘I promise ... I haven’t ...’
Teresa’s words trailed away as she tried to lift herself to a sitting position. The bath bubbles had turned the tub slippery.
Her breath came in short, sharp rasps as she considered how best to beg for her life. No, she didn't want to die. It wasn't time. She wasn't ready. There were things that she wanted to do.
She had the sudden image of water flooding her lungs; inflating them like party balloons.
She held out her hand imploringly, finally finding her voice. 'Please ... please ... no ... I don't want to die ...'
The figure leaned over the bath and placed a gloved hand above each breast. Teresa felt the pressure being applied to force her under the water and struggled to sit up. She had to try and explain but the force of the hands increased. Again she tried to rear up from her inert position but it was hopeless. Gravity and brute strength made it impossible for her to fight back.
As the water framed her face she opened her mouth. A small sob escaped from between her lips as she tried one last time. ‘I swear ...’
The words were cut short and Teresa watched as the air bubbles escaped from her nose and reached the surface. Her hair swam around her face.
The figure shimmered on the other side of the water barrier.
Teresa’s body began to react to the oxygen deprivation and she tried to quell the panic rising inside her. Her arms flailed and the gloved hand was briefly dislodged from her breast bone. She managed to raise her head above the water and got a closer look into the cold, piercing eyes. Recognition sapped the last of her breath.
The brief second of confusion was enough for her attacker to reposition. Two hands forced her body underwater and held her fast.
Her mind was full of disbelief, even as her consciousness began to wane.
Teresa realised that her co-conspirators could not even imagine who it was they had to fear.
