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Closer To The Edge-Chapter 14
CLARE
"K-Kyle, what are you doing?" I watched as my son was almost done eating his popcorn, and then he placed the bag down, "Well, I need the rest to eat while you're bleeding death. This way, I don't go hungry and I get a kick out of your death. Now, I'll give you two options."
I glanced at the phone, and then Kyle, as my palms began to sweat, "Your first option, is a bloody knife to the gut, or, a push down the steps, killing you and your baby, then a snap to the neck. Your choice, mother dearest."
"Neither," I whimpered, tears streaming down my face, "You said you were better, your therapist said-."
"My therapist, oh yes, she's going to be next on my list, after Drew and his baby," my eyes widened, as I yelled, "I'm your mother Kyle and I'm telling you right now, that you're sick. You're sick in the head, and we're going to get you help. But killing people, planning to kill your family, your friends, it's not right! You can't keep doing this, you need to stop-."
I reached for the phone on the table to call Eli, but Kyle punched my jaw, sending me to the floor, falling belly down. I whimpered, clutching my jaw with one hand and my stomach with the other, as Kyle said, "Looks like you're going for option three."
"P-please, Kyle, not the baby, the baby didn't do anything to you!" I screamed, clutching my stomach to protect any harms way coming towards it, "That baby is inside you, which means, it's a part of you...and you bother me, therefore, it bothers me."
"Kyle stop, Kyle!" My voice seemed to echo through my ears, and it never stopped, the one scream only intensifying. Kyle had done it, he had finally done it. His blood covered knife had jabbed into my stomach through my hands, but I felt no pain.
At that moment, in that one action, I had lost everything.
My baby.
My son.
My husband.
My everything.
I was dying.
KYLE
I expected to feel adrenaline, or something that filled me up, but instead, I felt a bang to my heart when I stabbed my mother in the stomach. I watched as I slowly pulled out the knife, the gash spewing blood as her body was shaking. She coughed, blood hitting my face, as she whimpered in a hoarse tone, "P-please...c-c-call an ambulance...please."
"No," I shook my head, "I planned this whole thing out! I'm supposed to be enjoying this, and you're ruining it! Stop crying! Stop telling me what to do!"
My leg swung back, as I plunged my foot into the gash in her stomach, watching it widen, tearing the skin...and I kept doing this, until her eyelids were drooping, but she was fighting it; so I kept going.
ELI
"She's not answering the phone, I think I'm going to go back to the house," I told Drew, as he kissed his baby on the forehead, before pushing me out the door, "I'm coming with you, I just have this feeling it's Kyle."
"No, it's not-," he cut me off, "She's my sister Eli, I need to be there for her too."
"You just had a kid, I can handle this-," he shook his head, "If it is Kyle, he's going to hurt her, and you need back up...so please, just spare me. I'll tell Bianca I'll be right back, she'll understand."
"Okay."
Drew decided to get behind the wheel of his baby proof mini van, considering my hands were too shaky to get into my own car. I sat in the passenger seat, constantly ringing up the home phone, as he said, "We're almost there Eli, try to relax."
"My pregnant wife can be in danger, and you're telling me to calm the fuck down!" I shouted, as we turned the corner, double parking the car outside of our house as I quickly darted out the car, and ran to the door.
"Keys, keys," I mumbled, trying to find my house key before Drew just kicked down the door, and I looked at him, "What the hell man? Now I need a new door."
"Oh my god."
"Get off of her, you little fuck!" I watched as Drew lunged at Kyle, trampling his bloody body to the floor, holding him down, as I ran to Clare, who was bleeding from her stomach and mouth. Tears streamed down my face as I propped her head up in my lap, stroking her bloody curls, "It's okay Clare...it's me...it's Eli...you're safe now."
Her body jerked forward, her blood soaking my clothes and hands as I screamed, "We need an ambulance! Drew call the cops! And you!" I pointed to Kyle, "You sit right there and I swear to God if you move I'm not afraid to fucking kill you with my bare hands!"
Drew quickly scattered to the phone on the kitchen table, as I stroked her locks, "It's going to be okay sweetheart...it's going to be okay."
She didn't respond, her body shook in my arms, as her blue eyes were filled with tears. She traced the outline of her belly, before whimpered through the blood curdling, "I-I tried to keep our baby safe...so...sorry."
Looking at her tortured, and slaughtered body, I knew the baby had not survived Kyle's beating, but I still had to have faith that Clare would be okay. I had to believe, I just had to. My heart raced, as my tears hit her face, "I'm so sorry honey, I'm so sorry for not picking you up. I'm sorry."
She shook her head, as Drew said, "They're on their way."
"Just take care of Kyle for me," she whispered, as I glared at her, "No, no don't do this. You're not going to die, stop it...stop it Clare!"
Her eyelids were closing, as she took a shaky breath, before responding, "It's okay Eli, everything is going to be okay now. Everything is in the right place, but just be careful, please."
I pressed my lips to her bloody ones, our tears clashing, as I sobbed into the needy kiss, "I-I love you so much Clare...I can't lose you, I can't. Please! Please!"
"I love you, Eli Goldsworthy, and I always will," she smiled, tracing her weak hand over my cheek, before her body went completely limp in my arms. Her head weighed down to one side, as I placed her on the floor, and whimpered, not knowing what to do. My hand searched for a pulse, any sign of light breathing, or movement.
She didn't move.
"You did this to her! YOU DID THIS TO HER!" I screamed at Kyle, while lunging towards him, wrapping my hands around his throat, pressing my thumbs into his neck. I smiled, watching his veins become more visible, "That's it, you little fuck! I don't care about how sick you are, because when I was your age, I was ten times worse, but I would never lay a hand on her! NEVER! You killed your mom! YOU KILLED HER!"
"Eli, Eli come on-," I felt Drew snake his arms around my waist, trying to pull me back, but I couldn't help it, I needed to kill him, I needed to feel satisfied. I needed to do this, for Clare.
"I...didn't...mean...to," Kyle choked out, and I laughed, "DIDN'T MEAN TO! YOU STABBED HER IN THE STOMACH AND KICKED HER UNTIL SHE WAS BLEEDING OUT! You fuck! I hate you! I hate you! I wish we never had a kid! You were the worst thing that ever happened to us! EVER!"
I pressed my fingernails into his throat, as my angered tears clashed onto his no good, dirty skin, "MY son...would never do this...MY son...would never have killed his mother, my son would never put me through this pain!"
"Eli, I hear the sirens, stop it," I didn't listen to Drew, I just kept squeezing and squeezing, tighter and tighter, until I felt...satisfied.
When I didn't feel his pulse against the veins in his throat, I smiled. His body went limp, his body not showing a hint of movement, and I smirked, laughing at Drew, "I killed him...I-I killed my son."
"EVERYONE PUT YOUR HANDS UP!"
I glanced at Clare, my beautiful wife, lying on the ground, blood oozing from her belly, as I ignored the cops, scooping her up in my arms. I didn't know what just happened, all of it still registering, as I wrapped my arms around my lifeless wife, and pressed my lips to her bloody temple, "I-I always promised you in high school, that if someone ever did something to you, no matter who it was, that I'd get even for you, and avenge you...and it just so happens, it had to be our son."
END OF CHAPTER 14
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Next chapter is the epilogue ;)
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P.S. Don't bother to leave reviews if it's telling me how sick this story is, because I know it is, trust me. Kyle is the creepiest character and most unstable "human being" I've ever written about. Also, do not complain that Eli was OOC and everyone was OOC...because it's fanfiction, just deal with the fiction :)