Chapter 8
Tom sat on the couch thinking about what just happened. Should he go find Margo or just let her come back when she's ready? He couldn't decide as he was overwhelmed with feelings of guilt for the way he treated his wife just now. Deciding he couldn't do anything about it this minute and needing a distraction, he reached for the remote on the coffee table. Not really paying attention, he grabbed his cell phone by mistake. Knowing it wouldn't make him feel any better, he decided to check his voice mail to see who had called while he was driving home earlier. When he heard the message, his anger turned into fear, an emotion he didn't want to admit he was feeling.
"Hey, Tommy. I just thought I'd call you again and let you know I'm watching you. I watch your wife when she leaves the house in the morning. Pretty little thing, isn't she? And there's your son, um... what's his name? Casey! That's it. Looks like a good kid. I'm almost sorry to see him go. Bye for now" the message in Tom's voice mail said. By the time the message finished playing, Tom's hand was shaking. He turned his phone off and threw it across the room, "Dammit!" he yelled into the empty room. He walked over to the couch and put his head in his hands.
After driving around aimlessly for more than an hour, Margo ended up at Jessica and Ben's house. She desperately needed someone to talk to and she felt her best friend would understand. They were both in a club that no one wanted to be in: women who had been raped. Afraid she would loose her nerve, Margo refused to stand there and think about it anymore, went up, and knocked on the door.
Jessica was sitting on her couch looking over some legal briefs when she heard a knock at the door. She opened it to find Margo standing in front of her with tears in her eyes. "Margo, what happened?" "Jess, I think I've really screwed things up," Margo said.
Jessica handed Margo a tissue and then went to get her a cup of coffee. When she returned, she handed it to Margo saying, "careful, its hot." She waited for a moment and then decided to continue, "So, you want to tell me what this is all about?" Margo took a deep breath and told her friend everything that had happened, including her fight with Tom. "Wow," Jessica said, "Margo, I am so sorry, I had no idea. Is there anything I can do?" Margo looked appreciatively at her best friend, "Oh, believe me you listening to me ramble is the best thing you could have done." They embraced each other and Margo cried on Jessica's shoulder for a few minutes.
Back at the Hughes' home, Tom was sleeping in their bedroom when he heard a strange noise coming from downstairs. Thinking someone is down there, he grabs Margo's gun from the drawer and slowly creeps down the stairs. When he gets within view of the living room, he sees a man dressed in all black with his back to him. Tom aims his gun right at the man and then says, "What the hell are you doing in my house?" The man is startled and turns around, holding a gun of his own. Tom looks around to see Margo lying on the floor in the living room covered in blood.
Tom sat on the couch thinking about what just happened. Should he go find Margo or just let her come back when she's ready? He couldn't decide as he was overwhelmed with feelings of guilt for the way he treated his wife just now. Deciding he couldn't do anything about it this minute and needing a distraction, he reached for the remote on the coffee table. Not really paying attention, he grabbed his cell phone by mistake. Knowing it wouldn't make him feel any better, he decided to check his voice mail to see who had called while he was driving home earlier. When he heard the message, his anger turned into fear, an emotion he didn't want to admit he was feeling.
"Hey, Tommy. I just thought I'd call you again and let you know I'm watching you. I watch your wife when she leaves the house in the morning. Pretty little thing, isn't she? And there's your son, um... what's his name? Casey! That's it. Looks like a good kid. I'm almost sorry to see him go. Bye for now" the message in Tom's voice mail said. By the time the message finished playing, Tom's hand was shaking. He turned his phone off and threw it across the room, "Dammit!" he yelled into the empty room. He walked over to the couch and put his head in his hands.
After driving around aimlessly for more than an hour, Margo ended up at Jessica and Ben's house. She desperately needed someone to talk to and she felt her best friend would understand. They were both in a club that no one wanted to be in: women who had been raped. Afraid she would loose her nerve, Margo refused to stand there and think about it anymore, went up, and knocked on the door.
Jessica was sitting on her couch looking over some legal briefs when she heard a knock at the door. She opened it to find Margo standing in front of her with tears in her eyes. "Margo, what happened?" "Jess, I think I've really screwed things up," Margo said.
Jessica handed Margo a tissue and then went to get her a cup of coffee. When she returned, she handed it to Margo saying, "careful, its hot." She waited for a moment and then decided to continue, "So, you want to tell me what this is all about?" Margo took a deep breath and told her friend everything that had happened, including her fight with Tom. "Wow," Jessica said, "Margo, I am so sorry, I had no idea. Is there anything I can do?" Margo looked appreciatively at her best friend, "Oh, believe me you listening to me ramble is the best thing you could have done." They embraced each other and Margo cried on Jessica's shoulder for a few minutes.
Back at the Hughes' home, Tom was sleeping in their bedroom when he heard a strange noise coming from downstairs. Thinking someone is down there, he grabs Margo's gun from the drawer and slowly creeps down the stairs. When he gets within view of the living room, he sees a man dressed in all black with his back to him. Tom aims his gun right at the man and then says, "What the hell are you doing in my house?" The man is startled and turns around, holding a gun of his own. Tom looks around to see Margo lying on the floor in the living room covered in blood.
