Chapter 16:
She ran – out of the room, down the hall and to the window at it's end. She fled. She knew the fire ladder was directly besides this window – her way out, her escape, her only chance – her freedom.
She knew, she needed to be there before any of the cops would get to that room and would see what happened, what she had done. She knew that they found out about her, she knew they were coming and she also knew they would never let her get away. She just needed to be quicker than them.
She made it to the window, opened it and held her head outside to look for the fire ladder. There it was, not even a feet away from her. She put her head back inside, sat herself halfway on the window sill – one foot inside, one outside – and reached for it. She could feel the metal under her feet.
Right at that moment she could hear it – somebody was there and he shouted to her.
"Freeze!"
She cursed silently. She was almost outside, almost gone, almost free. It wasn't supposed to go down like this – she was supposed to get away. She looked up and saw a young female detective in civils having a gun trained at her.
"Don't you move an inch!"
She couldn't – it was her chance, her escape, she needed to try, needed to risk it. She didn't want to die, didn't want to be shot, but since her Ma was gone – she never really cared about life anymore. She wasn't afraid of dying and she was desperate to get outta here. She'd rather die than be taken into custody.
She had her revenge, had righten the wrongs in her life – she could feel again and she wasn't willing to let it end here today. Her new life was just about to begin and everything was so well planed for the future.
She closed her eyes and breathed deeply and then she swung around outside. She could hear the gunfire, the noise of the explosion millimeters from her body, could even hear the bullet fly by, missing her by inches, but missing her. She knew she had no time to be grateful for that, right now. The woman would try again, she would get to the window and fire again, trying to stop her.
She climbed down the ladder as fast as she could not even looking back once. When her feet hit the ground she could hear a second gunshot, again not even a feet away from her. She needed to get outta that alley. They probably had half of the cops of the squad outside the building searching for her.
She had a car with all her things in it, parked behind the building. It stood there since five that morning, since she knew she would see him today. That was when her attorney called in and had told her to be there at vice-squad today, when officer Boscorelli would give his evidence. She hadn't been sure of what she would do, what she would do when seeing him – but she'd wanted to be prepared and therefor she'd taken the gun with her and had a plan to flee from this place. Her car was just standing there, waiting for her to come. The only thing she needed to do was go for it, get inside and drive away – outta the district, outta the city, outta the state – to a new life.
She wasn't even sure where she wanted to go – she just knew she wouldn't stay – she wouldn't let herself get taken into custody, wouldn't let them take her freedom from her.
Cause – she had done nothing wrong. She'd freed herself from past events, she'd seeked revenge – had served justice and there was nothing wrong about that.
She pressed herself against the wall of the building, so the detective at the window wouldn't get another chance to aim at her and started to run down the alley to her car. She turned around the corner and could see it standing there, awaiting her. While running she got out her keys. She stopped in front of the car opened the door and got inside. But she never got to get away.
"Freeze! Now! Put your hands where I can see them!"
Somebody shouted at her. She was on the edge of crying, she'd been so close, so close to freedom, so close to a new life. But now it was over before it even started – it was gone – she knew that.
The cop yelled for her again and she could feel the weight of the gun still in her pocket. She slowly took it out. The cop didn't see it, but yelled another time.
"I'm sorry, Mom. Please forgive me."
Judith said quietly. Then she put the gun to her head, before the officer outside could even react, and shot...
TBC
She ran – out of the room, down the hall and to the window at it's end. She fled. She knew the fire ladder was directly besides this window – her way out, her escape, her only chance – her freedom.
She knew, she needed to be there before any of the cops would get to that room and would see what happened, what she had done. She knew that they found out about her, she knew they were coming and she also knew they would never let her get away. She just needed to be quicker than them.
She made it to the window, opened it and held her head outside to look for the fire ladder. There it was, not even a feet away from her. She put her head back inside, sat herself halfway on the window sill – one foot inside, one outside – and reached for it. She could feel the metal under her feet.
Right at that moment she could hear it – somebody was there and he shouted to her.
"Freeze!"
She cursed silently. She was almost outside, almost gone, almost free. It wasn't supposed to go down like this – she was supposed to get away. She looked up and saw a young female detective in civils having a gun trained at her.
"Don't you move an inch!"
She couldn't – it was her chance, her escape, she needed to try, needed to risk it. She didn't want to die, didn't want to be shot, but since her Ma was gone – she never really cared about life anymore. She wasn't afraid of dying and she was desperate to get outta here. She'd rather die than be taken into custody.
She had her revenge, had righten the wrongs in her life – she could feel again and she wasn't willing to let it end here today. Her new life was just about to begin and everything was so well planed for the future.
She closed her eyes and breathed deeply and then she swung around outside. She could hear the gunfire, the noise of the explosion millimeters from her body, could even hear the bullet fly by, missing her by inches, but missing her. She knew she had no time to be grateful for that, right now. The woman would try again, she would get to the window and fire again, trying to stop her.
She climbed down the ladder as fast as she could not even looking back once. When her feet hit the ground she could hear a second gunshot, again not even a feet away from her. She needed to get outta that alley. They probably had half of the cops of the squad outside the building searching for her.
She had a car with all her things in it, parked behind the building. It stood there since five that morning, since she knew she would see him today. That was when her attorney called in and had told her to be there at vice-squad today, when officer Boscorelli would give his evidence. She hadn't been sure of what she would do, what she would do when seeing him – but she'd wanted to be prepared and therefor she'd taken the gun with her and had a plan to flee from this place. Her car was just standing there, waiting for her to come. The only thing she needed to do was go for it, get inside and drive away – outta the district, outta the city, outta the state – to a new life.
She wasn't even sure where she wanted to go – she just knew she wouldn't stay – she wouldn't let herself get taken into custody, wouldn't let them take her freedom from her.
Cause – she had done nothing wrong. She'd freed herself from past events, she'd seeked revenge – had served justice and there was nothing wrong about that.
She pressed herself against the wall of the building, so the detective at the window wouldn't get another chance to aim at her and started to run down the alley to her car. She turned around the corner and could see it standing there, awaiting her. While running she got out her keys. She stopped in front of the car opened the door and got inside. But she never got to get away.
"Freeze! Now! Put your hands where I can see them!"
Somebody shouted at her. She was on the edge of crying, she'd been so close, so close to freedom, so close to a new life. But now it was over before it even started – it was gone – she knew that.
The cop yelled for her again and she could feel the weight of the gun still in her pocket. She slowly took it out. The cop didn't see it, but yelled another time.
"I'm sorry, Mom. Please forgive me."
Judith said quietly. Then she put the gun to her head, before the officer outside could even react, and shot...
TBC