She took a deep draw of the cigarette and gulped down all the contents in the glass cup beside her. She was still tensed up, she noticed. She hated such feelings. They made her feel too insecure. She dropped the glass on the table close to her and poured herself another drink from the uncorked bottle before her.
Finishing the last content in the bottle, she drew deeply on her cigarette again. It wasn’t helping. Nothing seemed to be helping. Abruptly her lips tightened into a smirk. The valium, she thought smiling lightly. She threw the remaining cigarette into the ashtray; she headed to her study and pulled out the white container from the drawer.
She uncorked it and took two of the whitish substances and threw into her mouth. She chewed them gently then she took a glass of water. She felt relieved a little. Although that wasn’t the way she wanted to feel, yet she felt better than before.
She abruptly felt a shiver run down her spin. She though she heard a noise in the porch. She titled her ears and listened. No noise. She relaxed. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Not at this odd time in the night. Trying not to dwell much on that, she stared out of the open window, inhaling the cool April air sipping in through the open louvers. It was spring. The trees were rustling under the heavy influences of the April breeze. The night was noiseless more because most people around might have gone to bed.
There was no noise except for the croaking of toads and the shrill songs of the crickets somewhere in the distance. She stared up into the star filled sky. She thought she saw a shooting star swoosh past, she immediately made a wish.
There were only few houses in the suburb. Houses that were rather too old and old fashioned with leaky roofs and rats in the attics. Funny, this was the place she chose to live. This was the place she called home. Having bought the house from her one year saving in Mexico, she had immediately moved to Washington and bought this house. She smiled at her achievement, although it was nothing to count out for, but she felt proud.
It hadn’t been easy for her to move on in life after she lost Jim her husband two years ago. The bank had seized everything they had, stripping her off the comforts she had known over the period of five years she lived with Jim. Jim had died living her with countless of his financial problems. In spite of the fact that he had the family fortune and business, he wasted them in bad business before his demise. He was a worthless gambler.
Things had been so hard, the bills to pay and repay. The huge sum of money he owed to the bank and others. After the bank took over three of the house and half part of the fleets of cars, she was still left with plenty of assets. Not until the other people he owed came to be repaid, she was then left with little to cater for herself and her three-year-old daughter. I should go and check on Jessy, she thought as the clock chimed. She always checked on her at ten every day before she retired to bed. Just then she felt a shadow fell over her.
There was only a dim light in the hall, so she couldn’t clearly see the owner of the shadow. She was instantly filled with trepidation. She saw a smiling inimical muscular figure holding a raised knife advanced towards her. She was frightened. It was evident in the horrified look in her eyes and the palpitating of her heartbeat. She leaned back against the tall table, feeling it simultaneously with her eyes glued to the intruder. She snatched up a paper weight and heaved it as she dashed to the door.
The paper grazed the side of his face. He felt the blood trickle down towards his left eye. He could see the horror in her big bedroom eyes. Her blonde tresses were a bit ruffled. He watched her race into the sitting room. He knew that there was no time. He wanted to take his time and torture her but no, he was running out of time. He began to walk closer to her with long great strides.
Just as she began to scream, the phone rang. He saw her rush towards it. But he got there first, catching her wrist and squeezing them terribly, she winced in pain, screaming. Oh lord, don’t let Jessy wake up, she prayed silently. She knew she was no match for her tormentor. Although the light was dim, she could see the features of the bloke holding her. He wasn’t anything more than seventeen. He seemed to be very high in drugs and alcohol, she noticed from his heavy breathing.
The phone was still ringing, she was still screaming; he didn’t know when he did it but just as the third ring ended, he pushed her down to the ground. She fought, still screaming. With her free hand, she shoved, knocking over the table. The phone fell on the floor beside him. He took the cord and wrapped it around her throat, pulling hard. He watched her wriggling under the cord, he didn’t stop pulling. He couldn’t not until the screaming stopped and he looked up and saw a teeny little girl dcreaming mummy. He lurched at her with bloody eyes. He was ready for more kills.