Seven Deadly Sins

Chapter Seventy Nine: Run If You Can

It sounded reasonable. Somehow, it even sounded brilliant. That was a good place to hide bodies and because Jayson has plenty of money, he'll have a chance to escape. Maybe he'll be found one day, but for the two of them it already will be too late.

"You can run, but one day you'll end up in Hell anyway. And believe me, it is not a nice place," she warned him, but it didn't matter. There was no salvation for him no matter if he kills her or not.

It was hard to look, because of the tears. She wiped them off her face and slowly opened up the lowest drawer of the desk. Papers, papers and more papers.

"I'll take my chances. When I called Amy, I already knew how this evening was going to end."

Another drawer. Scissors? No, not good enough. She already had a penknife. But she took them out and put them on the floor anyway. Just in case.

"She was your friend!" she yelled back, thinking that playing for more time was a good option.

"She was always saying that, but she wasn't my friend. Declan was."

What a two-faced bastard.

"I didn't do anything to Declan nor your parents."

In the next drawer she found only some bureau materials. She doubted if she could fight Jayson with a stapler.

"And you were not a part of this evening. I have no idea why'd you come with Amy or how you got in the house before me."

The Devil transferred me here was definitely an interesting answer and a one that Hailie wasn't going to use.

"I didn't plan on coming," she just said. "But I suppose you would've found a way to get me anyway, wouldn't you?"

If he was ready to kill Amy, then he was definitely ready to get his revenge on her as well.

"I've got to say, you made everything so much easier." Hunting her would have been so much harder, considering that either she was spending her whole time in the house full of demons or in the company of the police officer, who seemed to be picking her up. Jayson would kill him as well, but that was too hard to achieve, and he didn't care that much for him. After all, Hailie won't be his anyway. She'll be just dead.

"You were always saying how much you love me. Do you really want to kill me?" she asked, because right now it seemed like the only way out alive. Playing on his emotions. But did he even have them? She doubted it.

The last drawer. The last chance. Her hand trembled as she quietly opened it.

"Oh, yes, I still love you. Do you want to know what I want to do?"

Not at all. But she must've made him talk more.

"Yes."

She couldn't see the inside of the drawer, so she put her hand there, trying to find something. Then her hand stumbled upon the thing she was looking for. Hard and a bit heavy. She slowly took it out and looked at the gun belonging to Declan's dad or maybe even to Declan himself.

"I want to make your last moments a living Hell." She shuddered and started walking on all fours towards door. "I'll do with you whatever I please, and after I'm done with you, you'll be begging for death. For everything you've done to me, Hailie, I'm getting my revenge."

At the last words he started banging on the door again, trying to get in. He was trying to force the door and Hailie quickly got up and took a place on the side to the entrance. Her hands were shaking as she put them forward, waiting for Jayson to come into the room. The gun was aimed just at the person who will walk in, but she wasn't sure if she had enough guts to fire it off.