Second last chapter now… Thanks for all of your reviews-please keep them coming, I love reading them!
I'm seriously at a loss as to what story I should write next. I just can't think up any plots. So it will probably be awhile before I publish another story after I finish this one.
Jimmy slowly backed away from Kirsten's door. This wasn't right; Kirsten would've responded to a chance to pass a message on to Sandy and she definitely would have reacted to Jimmy telling her he was on the way to kill her husband and then himself. Could it be? Could she be…dead?
This wasn't meant to happen this way. Kirsten was supposed to be alive and conscious when he told her that news. Then he was supposed to shoot out of the house, kill Sandy and then himself without witnessing Kirsten's death.
Jimmy shook his head in shock and turned around, barely noticing the sound of several cars pulling up in front of the house. He had to get himself out of there and over to Sandy's. Being in the same house as someone who was either dead, or unconscious and dying freaked him out.
Grabbing the loaded gun from the kitchen table, Jimmy hastily put it in his jacket and opened the front door.
What greeted him as he opened the door was not what he expected: several cars were parked outside with cops tumbling out of them. This really wasn't supposed to happen, Jimmy thought as the police advanced on him, holding out their guns.
Without thinking, Jimmy brandished his own weapon.
"Where's…Sandy?" Charlotte asked uncertainly, walking into the living room where the boys were sitting.
"Out," Seth answered, clutching the phone and willing it to ring with good news. "Shoe shopping."
"Shoe shopping?" Charlotte repeated, puzzled, followed by an intense stare from Seth.
"I think you know where he is," Seth accused. "If he's not shoe shopping, then tell me; where is he?"
"Uh…"Charlotte stuttered, backing out of the room before she had to face another Spanish inquisition.
Charlotte shook her head. Seth was growing weirder and weirder. How did someone as normal as Kirsten have such an abnormal child?
Seth glanced at Ryan, who was giving him a puzzled look, and gave a sigh.
"She knows where Mom is, Ryan," Seth explained. "And I am going to get it out of her."
"I don't think she does," Ryan told him. "And besides; the police might know where she is now anyway."
"You know, that's the most I've heard you talk in the past few days," Seth realized.
Sandy watched from the car as the police advanced on the house. He leaned forwards eagerly as the door swung open, hoping it might be Kirsten, but reeled back in anger and hated as he saw Jimmy instead. He had never felt so pissed off before in his life-he was virtually unaware of his actions as he jumped out of the car, dismissing a call of, "Sandy-stop!" from the officer in the car with him.
Looking up, Sandy stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Jimmy pull out a gun. A gun, Sandy realized in shock. Looking at Jimmy's face, the shock was quickly replaced with that familiar pissed off feeling.
"What the hell has he done with her?" Sandy asked the officer who had appeared beside him.
The officer reached for Sandy's arm, in an attempt to pull him back and restrain him, but Sandy angrily pulled out of their hold as he yelled out, "What the fuck have you done with my wife?"
Sandy watched as Jimmy looked over at him, his insides turning cold with hate. This man-this creature had harmed his wife, the woman he loved-he was sure of it from the gleeful look in Jimmy's eyes.
"This will be easier than I thought," Sandy heard Jimmy say.
"Where is she? Where the hell is Kirsten, you bastard?" Sandy yelled as an officer near Jimmy commanded, "Drop your weapon Mr Cooper-you're surrounded."
"Mr Cohen, please," a voice from behind him said firmly, grabbing his arm.
"You might be too late," Jimmy smirked. "But you're not too late for me to finish the job."
Sandy watched in horror as Jimmy raised his gun, barely resisting the officer's order to get down on the ground. He couldn't help but look up, to see what was happening, and as Sandy looked up, his mouth dropped open in shock as he watched Jimmy turn the gun on himself.
"I'll be with Kirsten now," Jimmy stated. "But you won't."
With those final words, Sandy heard a gunshot and saw Jimmy fall to the ground.
Sandy felt monumental shock for several seconds, until Jimmy's last words echoed in his mind; "I'll be with Kirsten now."
"Kirsten!" Sandy yelled at the top of his lungs, scrambling up and determined to find a way in past the cops and paramedics invading the house and the paramedics surrounding Jimmy's body.
Sandy was instantly restrained again by the same officer.
"Let me go!" Sandy ordered angrily. "My wife is in there!"
"We need to ensure the premises issafe before we can allow anyone in," he was told. "You'll have to wait out here."
"Didn't you hear me?" Sandy asked, struggling to break free of the officer's grasp. "I told you my wife's in there!"
"Mr Cohen…," the officer trailed off, thinking it might be insensitive to remind him that Jimmy had practically confirmed Kirsten's death.
A loud bang issued from the house, allowing Sandy to break free and run inside, ignoring the officer's footsteps behind him and the repeated cry of, "Mr Cohen!"
Upon entering the house, Sandy could see straight away where the sound had come from. A door had been broken down, the area now swarming with paramedics. Racing up, Sandy's heart flipped as he saw that familiar blonde hair and that familiar petite body lying on a stretcher and being checked for a pulse.
"Kirsten!" Sandy cried, crouching door beside her. "Is she okay?"
"Mr Cohen, please move," a paramedic told him, lifting up the stretcher and heading for the door. "She has a weak pulse and she's breathing, but it's quite shallow."
Sandy hurried up to them. Kirsten's eyes were closed and her facer whiter than he had ever seen it. Glancing back, Sandy saw a pool of blood on the floor of the room she had been in.
"She's lost blood," Sandy frantically told the paramedics. "A lot of it. Has she been shot? Will she be okay? Please-she's pregnant."
Sandy saw the paramedics exchange a glance on that last comment and his eyes grew wide with shock as he realized that theblood wasn't from a gun wound.
"No," Sandy said firmly, shaking his head.
The paramedics ushered Kirsten's stretcher into the ambulance, tearing away before Sandy had a chance to catch up with them.
"Come on," came a voice from behind him, a hand resting on his arm. "We'll take you to the hospital."
Thinking about the last chapter of this story, it sort of doesn't tie things up enough. So, I am going to give you the choice of what I will do. Will I leave the next chapter the way that it is, or will I make the story longer and tie up more things in a neater way than I have? Review and let me know!