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Pen Your Pride

Chapter 32

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The shy officer had left awhile ago. Nay went to bed. I was just "relaxing" on the couch, falling in and out of little cat naps when the doorbell rang. This was weird considering it was 1 a.m.

I reluctantly got up and answered it.

Luke.

"So a little birdie tells me you're the one that shot Ryan."

"And who told you that?" he forced his way into the house.

"I don't think that matters." I closed the door behind him.

"Yeah it kind of does."

"Why'd you shoot him? What was your motive?"

"You." he stepped closer to me. So close that our faces were probably only a half inch apart.

I pushed him out of the way and ran for the kitchen. There I'd probably find my killing tool.

Quietly I rummaged through a drawer, and pulled out a butcher knife.

Tonight I'd become a killer.

"Where'd ya go?" Luke stepped into the kitchen. Before he could see it though I hid the knife between my back and the kitchen counter. "Whatcha got there?" he got way too close for my liking.

He even did the unimaginable. He pressed his lips to mine with force. I tried to back out of the way, but that would require letting him see his murder tool. And I wasn't gonna blow my cover that easily.

Until of course he went even further and ripped my shirt off. I pushed him away and held the knife up so he could see it. "I'm sure you know what this is for." I examined the knife.

"Yeah. Butchering animals, not people. I'm afraid I'll have to take that from you." he sounded as though he thought I was playing.

I wasn't.

"Why don't you try to take it from me, and see what happens." I could only imagine how creepy my smile must have been.

"Has anybody ever told you that you look sexy when you're acting CRAZY!!!" he tried to grab the knife.

Wrong move.

I jabbed it into his gut, and practically laughed at the thought of him dying right in front of me.

Maybe I was going crazy.

I sure felt crazy.

Normal Courtney wouldn't exactly stab someone.

 I guess it is true though: love can make you do crazy things.

I definitely would do anything for Ryan. I obviously would kill for him.

"You crazy bitch!" Luke roared.

Before I had anytime to react though, I felt a sharp pain pierce through my abdomen. I had no time to look at who did it, I just knew that it wasn't Luke. I fell to the ground with a thud and blacked out.

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I was being dragged somewhere. I opened my eyes to see that I was in a field, and drenched in water. The rain was coming down hard. My white jeans were covered in mud, and my shirt had a huge blood stain in the middle of it. Where I was though: I did not know. I looked up to see who was dragging me through the mud. I didn't know who it was, but I knew it was a rather fat woman.

"Who…are…you?" I barely got out.

She smiled creepily. "Luke's wife."

"Why'd you stab me?" I could feel myself slowly drifting back into unconsciousness.

"Why'd you stab my husband?"

"Because he shot mine!"

"Doesn't mean you stab him! Have you ever heard of forgiveness?"

"I stopped forgiving people a long time ago." I pulled my wrists out of her hands, and slowly but surely got off the ground.

"You're supposed to be dead." she stifled a cry.

"No, I'm actually not."

"Yeah, you are." she grabbed the gun Luke had in his holster, and slowly pointed it at me. If I didn't know any better I'd say he's still alive.

"Put it down."

"No!" she shot towards me, but missed.

But then I heard another gunshot, and it wasn't from Luke's gun. How could it have been, the person holding it had long since fallen to the ground.

I turned around to see Natalie. She was soaking wet, and pointing a gun at Luke's wife. She dropped it in the mud, and sank to her knees.

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