Corey looked down at Martha, who was lying unconscious on the floor. She had a deep gash on the side of her fore-head; which had blood dripping from it.
"Sorry about that," Corey laughed out loud.
He moved away from Martha and walked back into the kitchen; grabbing a tissue and wiping away the smear of blood that was on the kettle. He placed the kettle back in its rightful spot and walked back over to Martha.
He looked down at her and sighed. "Just because you're beautiful, doesn't mean that you can do and get everything you want," he started. "You asked for this. You've only got what you deserved," he continued.
He then started laughing. "Why the hell am I talking to you? It's not like you can hear me. I probably sound like a crazy person," he said.
Corey then noticed the puddle of blood that was quickly seeping into the carpet. "Damn it," he swore. How am I supposed to get rid of that? He thought to himself.
He bent over and grabbed hold of Martha's arms and started dragging her towards the couch. He lifted her up and roughly placed her on it. As soon as he let go, she slumped to the side like a rag doll.
Corey instantly wished that he hadn't put her on the couch, because now she was bleeding all over that.
"I've got to get out of here before someone gets home," he said out loud. "Ready for a road trip princess?" he asked Martha, even though he knew she couldn't hear him.
He then ran to the back door and locked it; doing the same with the front door. He then closed all the curtains, so to stop anyone seeing in and noticing Martha. He then rushed up the stairs to his room so he could pack a bag.
Unbeknown to Corey, Irene had just arrived back at the house. She'd forgotten her mobile phone, and she'd decided to come back to get it. She walked up to the front door and tried to go in, but the door was locked.
She wondered why everything was locked up. Both Corey and Martha's car were still there; unless they'd gone for a walk. They must have left quickly; I haven't been gone that long, she thought.
Irene rummaged around in her bag and got her house keys out. She unlocked the door and walked in. The first thing she noticed was some sort of dark red liquid on the carpet.
She bent down to touch it; it was still a bit warm and a little sticky. Irene knew straight away what it was. Blood.
"Gawd save us, what has happened here?" she said out loud. "Corey, are you home?" she yelled up the stairs. No answer.
She turned around and that's when she noticed the hand hanging over the side of the couch. She rushed around the front of the couch and let out a small cry when she found Martha lying unconscious with a deep cut on her head.
"Oh my god, Martha," she cried. Irene reached out and shook her. "Darl, wake up," she said. But Martha was out cold.
"Get away from her," a voice snarled.
Irene looked up and saw Corey standing at the bottom of the stairs with a backpack in his hands.
"Corey, what's going on? Did you do this to Martha?" Irene asked him. She suddenly felt really uncomfortable.
"I said get away from her," Corey repeated, pulling out a gun from his bag and pointing it at Irene.
"Whoa, Corey. Please put the gun away," Irene pleaded.
Corey started walking towards her and Irene was starting to get really frightened.
"For the last time, move away from Martha. Or I will be forced to hurt you too," Corey snapped at her.
Irene slowly moved away from Martha. "My god Corey. What have you done?" she asked.
"She only got what she deserved," Corey told her calmly.
"We really need to get her to the hospital. The cut looks pretty bad," Irene tried to persuade him.
"Just shut up," he yelled. "Just shut up and sit down in that chair," he said waving the gun at her. Irene immediately sat down.
So many thoughts were going through Corey's mind. He had not only Martha to worry about; but now he also had Irene to deal with. He knew he should have thought this through a bit more. But he got so angry with Martha before, that he just couldn't help hurting her.
Corey then heard a groan coming from Martha.
"I think she's waking up," Irene said, standing up and moving closer to Martha.
Just great, Corey thought. He hadn't planned on Martha waking up so soon. This may be a bit harder than I thought.
