Short Stories

Death and Love

Dawson stood there, dazed and confused as his wife clung to his black jeans, blood oozing out of a cut on her head. He felt sick.

"Jane?" He breathed, barely above the whispers of trees. "Baby?"

Dawson bent down and placed his hand on his wives head, desperate as a dog for water on a hot day, for the bleeding to stop.

"Jane? Talk to me." Dawson's voice cracked like dry paint.

Jane's grip loosened, her hold weaker.

"Dawson..." She wheezed.

"I'm right here baby." Dawson would never leave her side. He bent down and pulled Jane onto him, holding her as he did their newborn son.

"Don't leave me." She pleaded. Dawson stared down at Jane. She was pale, white as a sheet. "I love you."

"As I you." Dawson couldn't control himself any longer, like a dam breaking down; tears started pouring down his face. "Please, please don't let go. I love you."

"I won't. David has a school performance tomorrow. I have to watch." A small smile spread across Jane's face at the mention of their son. "He is doing so we-"

Jane's voice cut off and Dawson felt nothing but panic. He held her tighter and felt something warm and wet on his hand. He glanced at his hand and felt his heart rate increase. Blood.

"Shit!" He cried, putting pressure on the wound as tears spilled down his cheeks and across his stubbly chin.

Dawson thought back to an half an hour ago, half an hour ago when his wife and him were dancing in a small club in Glasgow and the kids were being looked after by Jane's mother.

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"Dawson." Jane cooed, smiling up at him and planting a kiss on his cheek. "You know you mean everything to me, yeah?" She twirled around on the dance floor, her red silk dress catching a breeze and billowing it out.

"'Corse I know." Dawson's Glaswegian accent was more prominent with the alcohol he had drank. "Why wouldn't I? You do tell me an awful lot." He grinned and placed a few kisses down Jane's neck, making a smile spread across her face.

"I'm hungry, Dawson. Can we leave and get some chips?" She grinned and laughed. "God, I eat like a pig sometimes. It's really shocking." She laughed again and Dawson took her hand, leading her out of the club and into the darkness of the street outside.

"I will be five minutes, wait here and don't talk to strangers, stranger danger 'n' all that." Dawson laughed hard and Jane joined in.

"Thirty-five years old and the mental age of a ten-year-old - no wonder you and Dave get on so well."

"Yeah, yeah." Dawson snorted and sat Jane down on a bench across the road from the club. "Stay here." Jane nodded and shivered, pulling her black satin shawl around her shoulders.

Dawson shimmied out of his black sports jacket, revealing his purple checked shirt, and handed it to his wife saying; "Idiot, you should have brought a coat."

Jane rolled her eyes and took the jacket, placed her arms gently into the soft inside and sighed.

"Bee, Rrr, Bee." Dawson said, walking away to the chippy.

Once inside, the smell of greasy fat made Dawson's stomach growl.

There was a small queue of hungry clubbers, all wanting a late-night snack ahead of Dawson. He waited in-line, deciding what to order when he heard a scream outside. He turned round, all the blood draining out of his face as his blue eyes searched outside.

Dawson ran out, forgetting about the chips. He knew that scream and it physically hurt him every time he heard it.

"Jane!?" He yelled, running to the bench only a few seconds away. There was no one there.

"JANE?!" This time he bellowed it as he frantically searched the area, desperately wanting to see a pair of speckled green eyes smile at him.

A soft whimper made Dawson look down and he looked over to the other-side of the brown, peeling bench and saw his worst nightmare. Jane was lying crumpled on the floor, blood slowly trickling out of a cut on her forehead.

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Dawson started to pray.

'Dear God, please, please don't let her be taken. I know we have both wronged but I could not stand it if she was gone. I love her, please, please spear her.' Dawson's thoughts were now frenzied, not quite making sense and more tears splashed down from his eyes and landed, with little taps, onto Jane's cheek.

"Jane, please, I love you!" Dawson's voice broke and he knew it was no use. "Please say something, anything? I need you. Please, think of David. He has to play the 'cello for you tomorrow. He has practice so hard. Please." Dawson started to shake uncontrollably and a sob broke free from his chest.

'God, if you hear this, I promise to be a better person. I promise to be nicer to everyone, I promise to give to charity. Just don't take my wife.'

As blue flashing lights throw the sobbing man into light, Dawson knew it was all over.

"I love you Jane. Never, ever, forget that."

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