Andrew awoke some hours later and smiled to see that Monica was still
sleeping soundly in his arms. Not wanting to wake her up on purpose, he
kissed her cheek softly and shifted her so he could get up. But, careful as
he was, her eyes fluttered open slowly. She yawned and smiled up at him and
said,
"How long have you been awake? "
"Not long. I actually just woke up a few minutes ago. I didn't mean to wake you up, and you should sleep more if you are still tired." He told her. She shook her head and yawned again.
"No. I'm not still tired. I do want a cup of coffee REALLY bad." She said with a sheepish smile. Andrew chuckled and got up to fix a cup of hot chocolate for himself and one of coffee for Monica.
"I'll be right back." He said, and gently kissed the top of her head, making her giggle. While he was gone Monica sat back and just thought about the last couple of days. She was amazed at the face that today while she was napping, she slept soundly. No Kathleen in her dream at all. She thought that it was weird that she hadn't shown up at all, after all that had gone on yesterday. She was greatful that the Father answered her prayers, but she thought it kind of eerie that she just didn't show up after days of tormenting. Andrew came back with her steaming cup of coffee and laughed at the look on her face.
"Angel Girl you have your face all screwed up like you just ate something really sour! What are you thinking about?" He asked, a concerned expression on his handsome face.
"Oh nothing much, really." She said vaguely. But Andrew didn't but it.
"Moni Girl, I know you well enough to know that it is never 'nothing much' ." He said with even more concern.
"Oh Andrew, I was just thinking about Kathleen. Did you know that she didn't show up in my sleep at all today? Not once!" Monica said cheerfully. But Andrew didn't miss the look of uneasiness that crept over her face.
"Why don't we go out to dinner? My treat?" He asked, hoping to life her spirits a wee bit. She smiled and said,
"I'd love that, Andy."
20 minutes later they walked into a local cafe and took seats by an window. They talked and laughed and had a great time, and when the waitress came around to clear away their dishes, they even ordered dessert! A large toffee sundae to share. Another half an hour or so passed and Andrew decided to wash his hands because after the sundae they were a little sticky. He headed towards the bathroom and just before he went in he turned around and winked at Monica over his shoulder. She smiled and gave a little wave, as he disapeared behind the door.
Monica got up and ventured over to the juke box and slid in a quarter and played her favorite song by Randy Travis. She was startled by the sudden draft and look around to see who was coming in but regretted doing so when she saw what the man had in his hand. He was carrying a hand gun!
*****
Andrew was drying his hands when he heard it. The scream of the cashier at the counter of the small restaurant. Then he heard the gun. He ran towards the door of the restroom and pushed through it. He saw a man with a hand gun talking to the manager of the restaurant. He was telling him to empty the register and put all the money into a bag.
He saw it as if it was in slow motion. A man ran up behind the crook and tried to disarm him, but only caused three more shots to be fired from the gun. Andrew felt an excruciating pain in his left knee and struggled to stay standing. But all of his pain was forgotten when he saw Monica slump to the floor, blood seeping from her thin wool knit hat.
"NOOOO! MONICA!!" He called out desperately before everything when black.
*Chapter 5 coming soon!*
"How long have you been awake? "
"Not long. I actually just woke up a few minutes ago. I didn't mean to wake you up, and you should sleep more if you are still tired." He told her. She shook her head and yawned again.
"No. I'm not still tired. I do want a cup of coffee REALLY bad." She said with a sheepish smile. Andrew chuckled and got up to fix a cup of hot chocolate for himself and one of coffee for Monica.
"I'll be right back." He said, and gently kissed the top of her head, making her giggle. While he was gone Monica sat back and just thought about the last couple of days. She was amazed at the face that today while she was napping, she slept soundly. No Kathleen in her dream at all. She thought that it was weird that she hadn't shown up at all, after all that had gone on yesterday. She was greatful that the Father answered her prayers, but she thought it kind of eerie that she just didn't show up after days of tormenting. Andrew came back with her steaming cup of coffee and laughed at the look on her face.
"Angel Girl you have your face all screwed up like you just ate something really sour! What are you thinking about?" He asked, a concerned expression on his handsome face.
"Oh nothing much, really." She said vaguely. But Andrew didn't but it.
"Moni Girl, I know you well enough to know that it is never 'nothing much' ." He said with even more concern.
"Oh Andrew, I was just thinking about Kathleen. Did you know that she didn't show up in my sleep at all today? Not once!" Monica said cheerfully. But Andrew didn't miss the look of uneasiness that crept over her face.
"Why don't we go out to dinner? My treat?" He asked, hoping to life her spirits a wee bit. She smiled and said,
"I'd love that, Andy."
20 minutes later they walked into a local cafe and took seats by an window. They talked and laughed and had a great time, and when the waitress came around to clear away their dishes, they even ordered dessert! A large toffee sundae to share. Another half an hour or so passed and Andrew decided to wash his hands because after the sundae they were a little sticky. He headed towards the bathroom and just before he went in he turned around and winked at Monica over his shoulder. She smiled and gave a little wave, as he disapeared behind the door.
Monica got up and ventured over to the juke box and slid in a quarter and played her favorite song by Randy Travis. She was startled by the sudden draft and look around to see who was coming in but regretted doing so when she saw what the man had in his hand. He was carrying a hand gun!
*****
Andrew was drying his hands when he heard it. The scream of the cashier at the counter of the small restaurant. Then he heard the gun. He ran towards the door of the restroom and pushed through it. He saw a man with a hand gun talking to the manager of the restaurant. He was telling him to empty the register and put all the money into a bag.
He saw it as if it was in slow motion. A man ran up behind the crook and tried to disarm him, but only caused three more shots to be fired from the gun. Andrew felt an excruciating pain in his left knee and struggled to stay standing. But all of his pain was forgotten when he saw Monica slump to the floor, blood seeping from her thin wool knit hat.
"NOOOO! MONICA!!" He called out desperately before everything when black.
*Chapter 5 coming soon!*