Who knew that simply pouring a glass of water would go so wrong?
Victoria Grayson wasn't suspecting another life-changing moment would soon occur when it did. All she'd done was poured herself a glass of water, from her pitcher, as she normally would. She had closed the door to the fridge, and then he was standing there.
The fact that he had "broken into" her home so late at night added to her shock. She let out a simple gasp, unwilling to reveal his presence and have him killed.
"What are you doing here?" she whispered.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Frank said in his raspy voice.
"You have to leave, Frank. Conrad will go crazy if he knows that you're down here…" Victoria urged.
"Conrad doesn't concern me." He stepped closer to her. "You're all I care about."
Victoria knew how dangerous Frank was, yet she was still unwilling to see him die.
"Please, he's got a gun." She whispered, even more pleadingly.
"What did he tell you?"
"He didn't tell me anything, he showed me. I saw the surveillance video. And I know what you did to Lydia."
"What surveillance video?" he asked. Victoria backed away, pulling her hand from Frank's.
"I saw it, Frank." She continued stepping back, but he continued pulling her closer. "Don't ever try to deny it."
"I'm not denying it." To Victoria's horror, Frank was staring at her lips. "I did it for you." She gasped softly. Frank placed his hand to the side of Victoria's face, and inhaled, then exhaled.
"Victoria, you're all I care about. I'm in love with you."
She could only gasp again.
"Victoria? Everything alright?" she heard her husband call from upstairs.
"I'm just getting some water. I'll be right upstai-"
He held her face, with both hands this time, and shut his eyes while pressing his lips to hers.
"Victoria?" Conrad called again. "Victoria?"
Victoria separated herself from Frank as she said, "Just a minute, I spilled my water!" She then looked at Frank with a glare. "Get out, now."
Unfortunately, she'd said that a little too loud, enough for Conrad to hear. "Victoria, what's going on?"
She heard him coming down the stairs. No, please no. Please. Go back upstairs. She thought. Go back upstairs.
"Go back upstairs, Conrad! I'm fine!" He evidently hadn't listened to her, as he proceeded down the stairs with no pausing.
"Victoria!" he shouted. She then saw, to his horror, that he'd brought his gun with him. He aimed at Frank, who did not move. Bang. The Grayson security man collapsed to the floor, blood spilling everywhere.
"Oh my god, Conrad! What the hell?" Victoria shouted. "You… you…"
She tore off a piece of Frank's jacket, soaked it in cold water and smoothed it over his forehead. As soon as she found the right words, she derided him.
"You… monstrous creature!" She picked up the glass water pitcher and threw it at Conrad, being only slightly satisfied when it shattered against him.
Victoria padded to the front door, grabbed her pumps, and left the house as fast as her heels could carry her. She ran for hours, screaming and crying, Why Frank? Why?