THAT NIGHT: PIZZA PLACE
Since John had gone out for the pizza and beer the night before Monica offered to go while he read through the notes on the case. Walking back Monica thought about what they had learnt so far and how they were even more confused now then they were at the start of the case. They had gone to see Vicky Charmen at her house, but nobody answered. And without a warrant they wouldn't be able to go in there. Monica had read the book that Laura had given them and was slightly worried. According to the book the spell that was cast was very powerful and required a strong witch to perform it. As she walked back to the motel with the pizza and beer she wandered what would happen tonight, if anyone else would be hurt. She hoped not. As she arrived back at the motel she noticed that the lights were off in both hers and John's room. She took her key out, unlocked the door and entered.
She called as she shut the door with a kick of her foot.
She tried the light switch but it wasn't working. That was not a good sign, she was about to pull her gun out when she was knocked to the ground. Whoever it was grabbed her arms and held her up, his grip was so tight on her that she yelled out in pain.
Let me go! She screamed. But the grip on her arms only tightened, she could feel it start to bruise already.
Not until you feel what I feel. She recognised that voice instantly and her eyes widened in shock, she stopped fighting.
John? What the hell are you doing? She question as she tried to brake free from his arms. But he wasn't letting her go. He moved one arm and slapped her so hard that she fell to the ground. He was instantly on top of her.
Its all your fault! My son is dead because of you! My marriage failed because you failed!
He shouted at her, he blamed her for everything, everything that had gone wrong in his life.
Its not my fault! I tried! I didn't fail!
She screamed, begging for forgiveness, he hit her, kicked her, letting her feel the pain that he felt. He wrapped his hands around her neck and squeeze, slowing taking the life out of her body. He ignored the tears that were pouring out of her eyes. He didn't listen to any of her pleas or cries. He would only stare at her with hatred in his eyes. Monica didn't know what had got into him, but he was killing her, she couldn't let that happen, she kicked him were it counted which forced him to let go and she ran, not noticing where she just ran.
MONICA'S MOTEL ROOM
As the pain of her kick went away, John realised what he had done. He couldn't explain it, he wasn't able to stop himself. Something beyond his control made him do those things and say those words that had hurt his partner physically and mentally. Once he had composed himself he went to the door and saw his partner running. He ran after her. Wanting to explain, wanting to make things right.
Monica didn't pay attention as she ran, she was too upset. Her worst nightmare had just come true, he blamed her and hurt her. Before she knew where she was running to she was in a cemetery, she looked around confused as to how she got there. She stopped running and continued in a fast walk. A few graves away she saw one that was dug up. She walked towards it, stopped in front of it and read the grave stone. Fear paralysed her body.
Oh my god. She whispered, tears in her eyes. The head stone read R.I.P. Monica Reyes. Monica heard a snap behind her and was about to turn around when she was pushed into the open wooden casket that was in the grave. The lid slammed shut and as she screamed, dirt covered the grave. And buried her alive.
