Page 85 of Double Edged Hearts
The opening allows me to slip away and make another run for it. The door is just another thirty feet away from me. It’s not that far. I can make it.
Richard fires a shot ahead of me, and the stack of paint on the shelves falls in my path. He fires another series of bullets, but I keep going and make it outside back onto the field. He follows me.
The bullets come, and I stumble, falling flat on my face, so I start to crawl until I can stand again, but I’m so weak I stumble once more and stop, realizing he’s going to shoot me. He’s going to kill me. I will die here, just like my mother. I’ve always been compared to her. This is the last thing. Ironic, we’ll die by the hand of the same man. Her best friend, my real father.
“That’s it. I’m done, Cora. I can see this is all we’ll ever be,” he shouts, and I turn to face him.
I’m battered and bruised.
This is it.
I can’t run anymore. I don’t want him to shoot me in the back as I run away. So I’m facing him head on.
I place one thought in my mind. One face. One man. The only one I ever loved. Alex.
How could I have told him I couldn’t be with him?
How could I have told him I didn’t want my future with him?
Goodbye, Alex, I really do love you…
