A/N: This short chapter is in Jacob's point of view so that everyone can find out what happened. Also went back to the chapter The Accusing and changed Rita's last name. Just in case your wondering if her last name is different, it is. Anywho, enjoy this chapter please VOTE and COMMENT!
POV: Jacob
I was walking to Rita Lehman's house. I had been walking for about fifteen minutes now. I didn't drive out of caution that someone might be able to identify my car. More importantly, I guess I should mention the fact that I was carrying a knife I stole from the house of Shayla's housekeeper in the back of my shirt.
I believe her name was Ronda Roland. For some reason I liked that name, double R's. From all the family pictures in her house I could tell she was a good woman. I didn't want to put the blame of a murder on her, but someone had to take the fall. Nevertheless, she probably wouldn't even go to jail, she was in Shayla's house at the time of the murder. She had a alibi, so I didn't feel too bad.
Then again how could I feel bad at a time like this, I'm finally about to get rid of the pain in my ass.
Rita Lehman.
The thought of her gone made me smile and put a little extra pep in my step. I finally made it to her door step four minutes later. I got out my metal picks to pick the lock but it turns out that I didn't have to; she left the door unlocked. I almost laughed out loud; man I knew she was reckless but this was a all new level of just plain stupid.
Stealth mode on, I sneaked quietly into the house. The walkway went right into her ugly yellow kitchen where she was sitting at the table with her back to me. I could see white strings hanging down from her ears —ear-bubs. I took a moment to pause and feel guilt. This was just too easy, home alone, door unlocked, ear-bubs in. I almost, almost walked out.
Instead I charged forward intent on ending this quickly, but of course she just had to turn around. Shocked, she screamed, her eyes wide full with fear. I paused, that was a mistake. She lunged out of the chair. I thought she would run away but no. She lunged towards me knocking the knife out of my hand. The knife cut across my arm. Shit,
How was I going to clean that up! I couldn't leave evidence of my blood. I was thinking to much and didn't duck far enough to miss the punch to my nose. I was shocked, that really hurt. To top it all off my nose was dripping blood.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Rita screamed as she pushed me into the wall. I didn't answer, I pushed her back. She fell onto her butt. I took this time to dive for the knife, but she got to me before I could even land on the floor. She headbutted me in my stomach and I grunted in response. I was starting to think this was a bad idea: I had no clue she was going to put up this much of a fight. I should have had a plan, a plot or something.
My foot struck out and hit her in the chest. I could hear her wheezing. I grabbed the knife and swung out with it. I thought it connected with her arm. She cried out and I could feel wetness dripping on my hand. I looked down and realized I had stabbed her in the stomach. I was shocked but successful nevertheless. I took a deep breath unsure what to do next, I couldn't stay here and clean up like I wanted to.
Instead I took the chance to snatch the knife out of her stomach then ram it back into her right above the first wound. I took a second to basket in the glory of her wailing with pain. Man I had waited forever to hear that sound, I thought while smiling.
Then I ran.
I got off the floor and run out of the front door. That was a stupid move, I know. Even worse, I didn't bother to close the door. But I did have enough sense to round around the to the back of house so I that I didn't have to run on the street covered in blood.
I knew then that this was a horrible idea and that if I didn't act quickly, it would be all for nothing.
A/N: Whoah! Two author notes! I just wanted to add that I that hope this chapter wasn't too much. This is super edited because I didn't know how far I can go since this is rated PG-13 and didn't want to make this chapter too brutal. So vote and tell me how you feel in the comments.
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