"I can't listen to him cry like that!" I tell H as I peer out our bedroom window where the nursery was in clear view. I could hear the faint sounds of a screaming baby that H had told me to leave behind. His big blue eyes soaked into my soul and pained me now as I stood from afar.
"He's just fine, give it 5 more minutes," H tells me while I stall and keep my eyes glued to the window. Now fully clothed I keep my eyes off H as he changes into a few pair of clothes. It's hard to even glance at him without feeling some sort of disgust.
"He needs someone," I plead watching the baby kick in his crib waiting for someone to pick him up and soothe him.
"We still have to throw out these clothes. They have blood all over them, I'm not about to throw all of this away now because you are worried about a damn baby crying!"
"That baby crying is inside of a murder scene! I don't think I need to remind you about how you killed two people tonight! You slaughtered them H! So I'm sorry if I'm sensitive about their baby's well being!" I yell staring him dead in the eye, fury burning in my eyes from the anger that boiled my blood.
I shake my head and peddle my feet down the stairs where I wait for H's instructions. He had planned for me to knock on the door regarding the screaming baby only to stumble upon the dead bodies. From there I would call nine one one and report the crime scene to the authorities.
It scared me how quick H was on his feet, everything was calculated and planned with precision. Nothing was left up to chance because he executed a plan flawlessly.
Wondering now as I stood in the warm living room, I thought about something that wouldn't leave me alone. Was H planning on killing them from the start? Did he already have it planned out or was it a spur of the moment decision once John questioned the bruising on my wrists that I failed to explain.
Was is possibly my fault if that was the case? If I would have come up with a plausible lie maybe Elizabeth and John would still be alive. We wouldn't have been trying to get rid of bloody clothes and covering up a horrific murder.
"You are good to go, I'm going to take care of things here," H says with the bag full of bloody clothes in his hands.
"What are going to do with those?" I ask him looking at the scarlet stained clothing.
"Don't worry your pretty little mind about it," H tells me as I sigh and walk out to feel the brisk winter air hit my face. The frost bitten air is bitter against my exposed skin on my face, my nose instantly feels numb against the humidity in the icy air.
Snow crunches beneath my feet as I take each stride with dread. My heartbeat races knowing that I'm going to have to face the bloody crime scene. It was something straight out of my nightmares, something that I never thought I would have witnessed and all at the hands of the man I once loved.
He wasn't the person I loved anymore, he was a completely different person. H had shoved away Harry in an unknown place that I had no information on. H had told me Harry was away and that still wasn't comprehending fully in my mind. I didn't understand where or what "away" meant.
Th fists I had stuffed in my pockets were now facing the frozen air as I knocked on the door calling out Elizabeth's name. I knew she wasn't going to answer but it was all for the stories sake. Again I call out her name knocking on the door before opening up the door to smell the decaying scent of blood and fresh corpses.
My heartbeats pounds in my chest and drums in my ears. Tears boil over in my eyes again seeing John's dead body strung out over the floor, soaking in his own blood I began to choke on the smell.
I pace to the nursery where Elizabeth's body laid like John's drowning in her own blood. I peek down into the crib to find the baby where H had left him. I scooped down and grab him shielding his eyes from the crime scene he had been left in. I reach into my pocket and dial mine one one as fast as my fingers would allow.
"911 what's your emergency?" The operator answered within seconds as my voice became unsteady.
"I need to report a murder... please help, their baby is crying and I don't know what to do! Please hurry!" I cry out to the operator who routinely tells me I need to stay calm. I give the man my address but continue to maintain a shaky voice that I can keep steady.
"Stay on here with me, what was your name miss?" The boyish voice asks as I rock the baby in my arms. He grips the fabric of my shirt and calms down sucking his thumb to help self soothe.
"Chanel," I respond timidly to the question feeling sick once again from the smell of decay.
"Okay, Chanel, we have some officers on the way. Are you and the baby somewhere safe? We don't want you in danger," The operator keeps me on the line to comfort me through having to sit in a horrific murder scene. I feel a cold rush of air run up my spine from the outside. I hadn't bothered to shut the door when I came in and the icy air spread through the house now.
"I'm in the nursery... she's here," I say vaguely not wanting to look at the decaying bloodied body. Her hands had lost circulation and in result changed from a fleshy color to a light purple.
"Who is she Chanel?"
"Elizabeth,"
"Is Elizabeth a threat to you?"
"She's dead,"
Sirens blared in my ears the closer the cars screeched down the street. The room reflects red and blue lights that flashed in my eyes and caused me to close my eyes for a few seconds due to it bothering my eyes. I sat up against the wall across from Elizabeth's limp and discolored body. My eyes fixated on her cold skin that had rippled in color from a healthy skin tone to now a purple and blue overlay.
Stomping feet invade the premises while I hold the baby close to me and nuzzle my face into him. I shut my eyes and hear the gruff voices of the authorities call out to me.
"I'm in here!" I manage in a weak voice wanting to be taken away from this place.
Within seconds I am surrounded by armed police who assist me by helping me up. I am taken out into the nipping cold air where I am escorted to an ambulance. I find H there with a worried and concerned expression etched in his face.
"Baby!" He calls to me as soon as I come out of the house with the authorities. Once I am held up in the ambulance for the paramedics to look me over H comes inside and takes my hand while I blankly look at him. Emotionless.
"I'm so sorry!" He plays the part of the concerned husband in front of the medical personnel. I knew none of this was real, everything had to be an act to cover our tracks. "Baby are you okay?"
I stay silent and feel another paramedic lift the baby from my arms to inspect his state of health. H grabs my arm and pulls me into a hug stalling the paramedic from doing his job, the sweet scent of coconut flooding my nose.
All I wanted, all I needed was for my Harry to be Harry again. I needed so badly for this scenario to be real, for him to be genuine but all I can feel is disgust. His hands were calloused and all to blame for an unnecessary tragedy. Blood stained his once pure soul that I had once been wrapped up in. He was like an angel but it seemed as though he had a pair of horns under that halo.
Our love was six feet under.
The world was moving at full speed around me but I was frozen. The clocks had stood still leaving silence to ring in my ears, my eyes never straying from a fixated point. I watched people in uniforms roll out gurneys with body bags resting on top. The bodies that had long passed zipped and contained in the jet black bags.
"Chanel are you with us?" A paramedic flashed a light in my eyes but I am unfazed by it. I couldn't physically pull my eyes away from the body bags, it seemed like an impossible task at the time. Almost a if my body was going through a temporary paralysis.
"What's wrong with her? Is she okay?" Harry's accent rests against my ears but it doesn't bring any comfort like it normally did.
"I think she's gone into shock," A paramedic states trying to grab my attention. My lackluster eyes glaze over the scene one last time before everything seems to become hard to comprehend and understand. The cold air bites at me before the ambulance doors are slammed shut and I am pushed down into a bed.
"She's got a irregular heartbeat," I hear through the ringing in my ears. My breathing becomes faintly shallow until soon I feel as though my lungs aren't pulling in enough air to supply the rest of my body. My awareness of what is happening around me decreases causing confusion to spread in my brain like a wildfire.
"Is she okay? Chanel?" Again I hear Harry's voice but this time I can sense a hint of worry. Up to this point everything he had said was for a dramatic factor. It was all an act, for the audience that was unaware they were part of a show.
"She's gone into shock," I hear the paramedic say before I loose muscle control and fall back into a pair of arms that pulls me up into a bed inside the ambulance.
Things moved in slow motion and it was hard to understand what was happening around me. Voices were faint and colors blurred together as I strained my eyes to focus of a fixed point.
The last sentence from the paramedic played on repeat in my head until I had every syllable memorized.
N: Have I kept you entertained?;)