Taken

Part two

                I can honestly say, I had never really thought about killing somebody until that moment there. I wondered what it would be like, to die. To be reunited with my mum again. It’s something I had wanted to happen when she first died. But now I know I had to stay and look after my dad; if we both left he would be all alone.

                I started to push the wooden block to the edge of the counter. It was still full of knives so needed all my strength to lift it up. I only had one hand spare, so I had to wait till I had the block halfway off the counter and push my hand underneath. But with one quick thrust, I had the wooden block off the counter and into the air. I tried to aim perfectly for the middle of his head, so I could knock him out cold.

                Opening his eyes, he saw me trying to steady the box above his head. The man swiftly turned around and went to put his hands up to grab the box. But with one sudden movement, I managed to release my second hand, steady the box, and hit him hard on his head. I breathed a huge sigh of relief as his body fell to the floor with a thud. However, I knew it was not over yet. I had to wait with this body until Oliver returned.

                The man’s head was covered in blood, spilling all over the floor by the time I heard the door bang. For once, I was actually happy to see Oliver as I leaped over the body and raced to open the door for him. No time was wasted when the door finally opened. I threw my arms around Oliver, clinging to him like a girl and a doll. Pulling away, he saw the fear in my eyes and the bruises forming on my arms. I turned to look at the man, still out cold on the floor and waited for Oliver’s expression.

Oliver’s face was as white as a ghost as his eyes hovered over the man’s body on the floor. With one swift movement he had removed my hands from his neck and knelt down by the man. I decided to go and join him but first I needed a drink to get over everything that had happened in the past half hour. 

I started to tiptoe over the man and to the mini fridge in the corner of the room. Still stunned, Oliver moved two of his fingers over the man’s neck to check he was still breathing, but flinched. He quickly removed his hands from the man’s neck like he had just had a shock. I was surprisingly calm about everything that had happened.

“What happened? I can’t leave you for ten minutes without something happening!” Oliver growled. He looked away from the man and watched me, waiting for a reply.

“I thought it was you. He tried to attack me, what was I meant to do!” I blurted out all at once. What was his problem? Was I just meant to stand there and let it all happen? “Aren’t you going to call an ambulance?” I asked, opening the fridge door.

“And say what? There’s no point anyway...” Oliver’s voice trailed off. I grabbed what looked like a can of strongbow out of the fridge and started chugging it down.

“Well I know I shouldn’t have hit him, but he shouldn’t have come at me like that. He needs to go to the hospital!” I stated, putting my can down and leaning back on the counter.

“No Laura, it’s too late. I’m sorry.” He shook his head at me. It took a while for what Oliver had just said to sink in. There was no way he was dead! I hadn’t hit him very hard.

“What-what-what?! No. No! He’ll come round in a minute, you’ll see. Then he can go and it will all be fine!” I shouted out. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I just wanted to go back to a couple of days ago when I was at home with my dad.

“You killed him Laura, he is dead” he replied in a cold, dead voice, much like the man’s body. Oliver got up and walked over to me with his arms open, he had fear in his eyes. I couldn’t quite believe what had happened over the past half an hour. It was all so sudden. If I were back at home, nothing like this would ever happen.