Bad Love is nearly at an end but if you haven't read parts One, Two or three yet click the numbers to read the parts before you read this one. Also warning don't read on if you are sensitive.
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I must have been staring at that body for a good 10 minutes before I even began to drag myself off of the floor. The blood had now and started to drip off of the table and began to make a shimmering puddle. I grab hold of the fridge handle and pull myself up not being able to take my eyes away from his body. I glance around the kitchen not knowing what to do. I step over closer to the body and slowly reach my hand out and touch his arm. The cold sensation touches my hand and I bring it back for a while before closing my eyes and reaching back out. I take hold of his arm and give a tug before stopping and wondering what I was planning to do. As I step back I slip on the blood and grab hold of the side to stop myself from falling over. My eyes dart around the room trying to work out what to do when I see at the bottom of the garden a shed. I give the back door a shove but it’s locked. After searching for the keys for a good while I give up and leave the kitchen and enter the dining room. In there the two patio doors still have the keys in the locks . I twist them both and fling them open which startles a few birds on the fence. I step onto the decking that’s been laid and I see a child’s bike left by the gate but I turn away and try not to think about it. As I get to the shed I see a padlock over the door and mutter “shit”. But I see it hasn’t be locked properly and give it a tug and it comes off without a fight. It doesn’t take me long to find what I was looking for and I take it down off the shelf and hold it in my hands. I take a glance back at the house take a deep breath and head back.
As I approach the lounge I see blood marked footprints on the crème carpet but I ignore them and walk into the kitchen. I place the tool on the floor and stand the other side of the counter and go to shove him off. But at that moment his phone rings from inside his trousers from the hall. I run over to it and see one missed call from Angela appear on the screen. Then a text comes through saying one voicemail. I dial and listen, Angela’s sweet calming voice spreads through my ears.
“Hi Dave it’s me. Emily’s all done at the dentist so I'm just going to buy her a treat in town then I will head home. If you want to start the dinner in about 30 minutes it should be all ready for when I get home. Okay I love you bye”. I hang up the phone and chuck it back on the floor and head to the kitchen, I stand the other side of his body and begin to push. The blood makes a squeaking sound as he slides across but it helps him glide. Once he has fallen off the other side I walk round and take the cover off the tool. His body is face down and I get onto his back as if I were about to seduce him all over again with a back massage. As I hold the tool in my hands it’s as cold as his body and I pause and wonder if what I'm doing is right and if I have another choice. I line up the cold saw against his left shoulder, tighten my leg muscles to hold him still, squint my eyes and lunge down. As I hear a crunch and the saw grinds against his bones I let out a cry and stop for a second. I take back hold of the saw in my hands and press down screaming as I do so.
I climb off what remains of his body panting and look at the pool of blood that remains on the floor. I stare at the body for a while and walk back into the hallway holding onto the sides which leaves a stream of blood on the wall. When I reach the mirror I look at myself with blood everywhere then look back at the body that lies there and I think to myself of how proud I am for what I have just done. Of course I'm not proud I killed someone but what I had to do, not many could have and it’s what makes me a fighter. I slowly make my way back to the kitchen and turn on the cold tap. I lean my head to the side and take a few sips before taking a deep breath and begin to look in the cupboards for some bin bags. I find some under the sink and begin taking the heavy pieces I have cut up into the bags. The blood around me almost doesn’t look real anymore and I begin to laugh. I pick up the saw and finish what I have started.
As I role around in Angela’s soft white sheets I smell her on the pillows and then I smell him. I chuck the pillow on the floor with disgust and then begin sniffing her pillow once more. Then the front door closes.
“Dave it’s me are you...” I know by the pause that she must have seen the blood on the wall. I lay there still trying to listen for her movements when I hear her call again. “Dave where are you? DAVE” she screams. I throw the blood stained covers off of me and walk out the bedroom to the top of the stairs hiding behind the wall only showing my face and then I hear her call “Dave is that you”. She comes back from the direction of the kitchen and reaches the bottom of the stairs. We stare at each other for a few seconds before I say
“Please excuse my appearance I didn't have time to get changed for when you got here” She just stares at me doesn’t say a thing, so many questions flying around her head no doubt.
“w..wher....where’s Dave? Who the fuck are you?” She manages to get out.
“In the kitchen” Angela doesn’t move for a second and then as she goes to move to the kitchen I scream “ANGELA” she stops “don’t worry about Dave. Were all alone now just me and you like we should be”.
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