Prologue
I looked out the window and saw my wonderful husband, Jack, coming up the driveway. I grinned so big that my cheeks hurt, but I couldn’t stop. He and I finally got the whole house to ourselves for the whole night, with no kids or animals.
I looked in the mirror again and checked to see if my makeup had smudged at all, even though I already knew it wasn’t. I looked down and smoothed the non existent wrinkles from my skin tight black dress, the one that Jack loved me in.
I remember the day he and I first met, we were 18, at the mall with our friends, goofing off, I was telling my friend something and he was laughing when we bumped into each other and it was love at first sight. He was so handsome back then, still is, with his black shaggy hair, although now a salt and pepper color now, and chiseled features, with forest green eyes and that southern accent I loved so much. It was a cliché almost, He being the star football player, back then, and me being the nerdy new girl, although now im a baker. Now we were married, with two teens and expecting another, though he didn’t know yet.
I dimmed the lights right before he opened the door. He looked around bewildered before he saw the dinner I had cooked that was sitting on a candle-lit table for two. It was his favorite, Cajun spicy shrimp with my famous mac and cheese. He put on his signature smirk, that I secretly loved, and looked over to me. I grinned even bigger if that was possible.
"Amour, What's the Occasion?" he asked in that deep southern accent I loved. It was like spicy dark velvet.
"There's no occasion, I just thought it would be nice since the kids are gone." I said looking away so he wouldn't see I was sorta lying.
"Amour, I know your lying, why not just tell me now?" He asked with another smirk.
"How about we have dinner first?" I more like said than asked and walked to the table, sitting down and waiting for him to come and sit down also.
He stood there for a moment before coming and sitting down also. He kept looking at me, expecting me to tell him, but I just ignored the looks as best as I could. I was scared to tell him that we were going to have another kid, when we were barely going by as it was.
"Amour, could you please tell me? I don’t like seeing you nervous." He said putting down his fork and knife. Damn him sometimes, I keep forgetting he's still a cop.
I let out a shaky breathe, that I didn’t even know I had been holding. I looked at his forest green eyes, they were filled with love and happiness, I calmed down a little at that. "I'm pregnant." He looked at me for a few minutes, not saying a word or moving a muscle.
I started to get nervous then he smiled so big that I was perplexed. He moved towards me and embraced me with his strong muscular arms. I felt so safe in these arms. Oh, and he smelled so good. Earthy yet masculine.
"Amour, that’s great news!" he whispered into my ear before he brought me into a searing kiss.
I was out of breathe by the time it was over. "Amour, lets go celebrate!" he exclaimed.
Me and him were almost out the door when a larger, dark figure launched at us with a large knife like blade.
Then everything went dark.
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I woke up on my couch, with my hands and feet duct taped together. I looked around before I saw my husband stabbed, bleeding so much that I couldn’t tell if it was his blood or the red carpet we had. I cried out, tears filling my eyes but not spilling over quite yet. I hoped to god he was alive or at least dead so he didn’t feel the pain.
I suddenly felt a knife at my collarbone. It was like a feather, moving up my neck to my cheek. I tried to scream but it was muffled by some more duct tape.
Tears spilled from my eyes and I silently prayed that it would soon be over. How I wish it could have been that simple.
I looked up towards my abductor and was shocked by who I saw. I screamed and tried to get away but two other figures came into view and held me down.
The knife moved slashing my left cheek. It hurt so much, but I wouldn’t give these killers the satisfaction of screaming. I felt the sticky, warm blood slither down my neck and onto my dress and couch.
The knife moved again, except this time tearing my dress off of me. I was bare under it. I finally realized what their intentions were. I was horrified and started to break away from them. it was no use though for one of thme unbuckled there pants, got on top of me and well you know what happened next.
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I was in so much pain. I wanted to die. I was crying. Bleeding from all kinds of wounds. I heard him laugh that horrible laugh before they plunged the knife into my heart, and I was out like a light. Finally dead, like my husband. Finally no pain, no nothing.
