Usually Carmela is tough and let's no one take her down, however, this day was different. Fear controlled her like nothing else; it kept her quiet and hopeless.
"I can't believe this is happening!" she said as her and Ivy sat on the couch. Unlike Ivy, Carmela was very beautiful… at least that was what all the suitors in town said. She had dark brown hair, a model-type body and a smile to die for. Carmela had always been a lucky girl, but hadn't many friends due to constant jealousy. Ivy was the only one who was willing to walk side by side next to Carmela. Honestly, all the women believe it to be a death sentence — men would trample over Ivy sometimes in order to get to Carmela, even ignore her complete or use her just so they could see Carmela. However, Ivy coped with the whole ordeal, knowing full well that none of it was Carmela's fault entirely. At least, that's what she told herself. Besides, Carmela needed Ivy just in case someone did something stupid, she could fight them.
"Listen, Mela," Ivy said when getting up from the couch. "I'm going to bed. It's getting late and you need your beauty sleep."
Carmela sighed. "You're right. Okay, give me a hug first." The two girls hugged one another before heading to bed. Ivy went upstairs to her room. Carmela stayed downstairs on the comfy couch, alone, and in the dark.
Soon, when midnight arrived so quickly like a thief in the night, Carmela heard a loud noise that woke her up. At first, she assumed it was Ivy going to the kitchen for something to eat, however that wasn't the case. After a few more unusual sounds, Carmela got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to see what was going on.
"Michael?" Carmela said in shock. The man had a rope in one hand and a bag in the other. "What are you doing here and dressed like that?"
"I come to take you away with me. I can't leave for England without you." Michael said with a evil gleam in his eyes.
"What are you talking about?" Carmela took a step back, looking at the get-up Michael wore. He was in a black suit and tie and wearing matching gloves.
"Listen to me," Michael said abruptly, "Tom stole you from me. You and I were supposed to be together. Not the two of you. Do you understand me? Answer me, damn it!"
But Carmela couldn't; she had peed on herself and her night gown revealed the stain. She wanted to move, except her feet wouldn't carry her. Michael was her violent ex-boyfriend, and she thought he was locked up in prison by now, but apparently escaped and hunted her down.
"What are you going to do to me," Carmela had found the strength to speak up. She didn't know how long she'd be able to keep it up.
"I just want you all to myself, Carmela, baby." Michael was coming closer. "If I can't have you, then no one can!"
Carmela's breathing became heavier, her thoughts were clouded with the unknown; what would this psycho do to her this time. Last time her raped her…. and what did he mean by 'If I can't have you, then no one can'?
Michael, being the strong, overpowering man that he was, lunged after Carmela and throw the bag over her head, then tied the rope around her head.
The girl was weak, she knew not to fight this man— she'll lose for certain if she did. The only thing she could do was sweat, from her armpits, her forehead, all over her body.
He carried her to his car and threw her in the truck with ease. Michael drove all the way to a lake, took Carmela out of the car and laid her on the cold, hard, ground with the bag still tied over her head.
"Take me back Michael," she said with shivers in her voice. "Do it or you'll regret it."
There was silence.
"Answer me, answer me please," Carmela kneeled down and hugged Michael. Something like metal hits her head. From that moment she knew what was going to happen to her; Michael was going to kill her. Thinking in hushed tones, Carmela tried to convince herself to speak up if she wanted to survive, though nothing worked; her voice had gone entirely.
"Fine. Maybe you'll like it if I call your fiance."
"No!" Finally, Carmela spoke. "Please, don't bring Tom into this. Not him."
"It's about time," Michael said, taking out his phone and dialing Tom's number.
"Hello?" Tom answered.
"Hi Tom, it's me, Michael. Do you remember me?"
"Yes. What happened?"
"Nothing." Michael chuckled. "I got my prize."
"What's that?" Tom said with a serious tone. Everyone knew about Michael's obsession with Carmela. Everyone! Especially her fiance Tom.
"I got me Carmela. That's right."
"Let her go!" Tom prepared himself on the other end but Michael was too smart:
"I wouldn't call the po-po if I were you. I mean, if you know what's good for you."
"Then what do you want? Tell me and I'll give it to you. Anything!" The fear was heard in Tom's voice.
"Thomas!" Carmela yelled but wish she hadn't. Michael kicked her in the stomach and told her to 'shut up'.
Talking back into the phone, Michael said in a haunting voice, "There is nothing you can do, my man. It's a little too late for sorry. You stole my women and now I'm taking her back. We'll be together forever, you'll see. And you can witness it too."
Michael turned his phone camera on and recording the nasty event he was about to do.
Five minutes later both their head juices painted the ground, Michael laying on top of Carmela.
The next day was more than gloomy; I'm not even sure if there is a word for how horrible it was.
"I should have been there," Ivy said, hugging Tom tightly.
"It's not your fault Ivy and don't think it is. Michael was nuts, he would have even done it at the wedding if he had to."
His words were true; Michael did plan on killing both Tom and Carmela in front of the church today, the wedding day. Though, his plans changed the moment he received a text from Ivy stating how Carmela was at her house and where to find her.
Let's just say secretly, this supposed best friend was the true psycho, too jealous to have a friend like Ivy. Oh, and now she would like dibs on Tom…. How cruel….