Chapter 17:
"Where is Kim?" Leon said, scanning the theater in search for her.
"She's probably visiting her convict husband again." One of the dancers said, with undercurrents of anger and fear in her voice.
"What! Again? This is the second time this week she hasn't shown up for work!"
The dancer looked at him blankly, then looked down at the floor.
"You know what? That's it! I've had it!"
Leon got up, put on his jacket, and started walking towards the door.
"You are all to stay here, until I get back, which should be in about an hour."
The singers and dancers groaned in anger, but Leon didn't care.
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"How are you feeling?" Kim said from behind the glass.
"Fine." Edward replied.
Kim found that very hard to believe. His scissorhands were covered with some sort of cloth, so he couldn't hurt any of the other prisoners.
"Did they hurt you?"
He nodded "no", but Kim didn't believe that either.
"I miss you."
"I know."
"I hate him. Oh, you have no idea how much I want to kill him!"
"And why may I ask?" A loud voice echoed from behind Kim. She didn't bother turning around.
"Go away, Leon."
"Why aren't you at work?"
"I said 'go away'. Leave me."
"If this continues, I'm going to have to fire you."
"Then go ahead. You've ruined everything else already."
"Kim, Kim, Kim. Don't you see? You're delusional. He's possessed your mind. And I'm only trying to save you."
Kim's jaw, which was clenched only moments before, opened up and let out the ghastliest of shrieks. She turned around, and lunged forward.
She pushed Leon to the ground, and started hitting him. One slap on the face followed another, and another, and yet another. Leon just lay there, letting her hit him.
"I'll kill you! I'LL KILL YOU!"
An officer came over and pulled Kim off, restraining the rest of her movements.
"Should I arrest her, sir?"
Leon got up, felt his mouth for any loose teeth, and took a deep breath.
"No. It'll be tough, but I'll convince her soon. I'll show her the error of her ways."
Kim moved forward again, but the officer held her arms back.
"Let me go. I'm leaving."
She pushed away, and left the jailhouse.
Edward pressed his covered shears on the glass, forgetting it was there for a second. He wanted to come with her. To leave and never return.
Leon smirked and turned to Edward.
"Enjoy this moment, freak. She will be mine."
He let out a laugh so cruel it seemed to poison the air.
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Kim shut the door to her apartment. She let out a scream, and punched the furniture, pretending it was Leon. She took a knife out of the kitchen and stabbed all the pillows, imagining the feathers flying out were droplets of Leon's blood.
She knew at this point she had gone partially mad. She had enough energy in her to destroy the entire world, she had no doubt of that.
But she didn't want to destroy the world. No. She just wanted to destroy Leon.
She wanted to hold a shovel, to see his beaten body be lowered into the earth so he'd never hurt her or Edward again.
She smiled at the thought.
After she was done turning the apartment into a complete mess, she fell against the wall, beginning to weep. The tears began to drown her. She needed air.
She ran over to the door. She needed to get some air. Quickly.
She moved away the lock and pulled on the doorknob.
Leon was standing in front of her.
Before he could say anything, she grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him inside, making sure no one was watching. She shoved him to the floor and held the kitchen knife a few inches away from his neck.
"Now…to finish what Edward should have done!"
She lunged forward, but Leon was too fast. He smacked her hand and let the knife fall to the floor. Leon used the opportunity to grab Kim and kiss her. His lips closed on hers, and he pinned her to the wall.
"That's it, he thought, she's as good as mine now!"
Kim kept her eyes open. The knife was relatively near her. She stretched out her leg, just like she did during dance rehearsals, and grabbed the handle of the knife with her toes. She pulled it near her hand.
Leon yelled in pain as she threw the blade into his leg.
"You crazy bitch!"
Blood trickled from his pant leg and onto the floor.
Kim smiled. She finally did it.
"I'm forbidding you from ever seeing him again! Look at you! You're out of your mind!"
Kim picked up the knife again, without wasting any time.
If not for the sound of approaching footsteps outside, she would've really killed him. Instead, she took her arm and sunk the knife into her skin. She did the same with her face, letting a long line of blood pour out.
"What the hell are you doing!" Leon said, watching in horror.
Kim quickly placed the knife in his hands and dropped to the floor, rolling around in the blood.
"Oh my God! Oh my-what happened here?"
An elderly couple living next door walked into the room, totally speechless.
"Mrs. Boggs? Are you alright? Good God, what happened? Who's he?"
Kim pretended to cry, and struggled to pull herself up.
"He's been stalking me. He's followed me here. He attacked me, and tried to rape me! See, he's holding the knife!"
The couples' eyes turned to Leon, who tossed the knife off of his lap.
"No, no! She's framing me! I…I…look! She's the one who stabbed me! Right here, see? On the leg?"
"What were you doing here? In HER apartment, then?"
"I…I…"
"Right. Come on, we'll take you both to the hospital."
"Thank you." Kim said as she was helped up.
Kim fell asleep in the hospital bed. It was the first time in days.
But she awoke with the sound of Leon screaming in the hallway.
"You can't arrest me! I'm innocent! Get your filthy hands off me, you fools!"
Kim laughed as a sign of relief. At least that was done with. As she saw Leon and the police passing through the halls, she motioned for one of the officers to come to her.
"We're so sorry, ma'am. Don't worry, he won't hurt you again."
"Thank you, officer. But, could you make sure he won't be sharing a cell with my husband, Edward?"
"Sure thing, ma'am."
Kim placed her head on the pillow under her. Edward. God, how she wished he were with her.
A doctor came in the room, interrupting her private thoughts.
"Mrs. Boggs?"
"Yes, sir?"
"I need to talk to you about a few things."
"…Okay, sure."
"I need to ask you to avoid any excitement from now on."
"Why, may I ask."
'Well…for two reasons. One-your heart is not all that strong. Stress can create a lot of problems. And two-you…you…"
"I'm what?"
"You're pregnant."
The words seemed like a rope, pulling the air out of her.
Pregnant. She was pregnant! With Edward's baby.
The doctor left, and she felt tears rise out of her eyes. She entered a long period of crying, but from happiness or sorrow, she couldn't tell.