He's sinister smirk and dark eyes filled to the brim with he's horrible twisted desires forever branded itself in my mind. I tried to slap him again but he was ready for it this time, Michael simply knocked my arm away, gripped my shoulder pulled me forward before slamming me back in to the ground, the force of the impact stole my breath and had my vision swimming with black spots. Numbness settled over me, it was all I could do to breathe, to stay awake.
The bastard flipped my skirts up, and started unbuttoning his pants. I had to stop this, I had to move to do something. Moving my fingers through over the forest floor I felt around in the dirt for anything to save myself with. I only found a small stick, no longer than a dinner fork but sharp enough to cut my fingers on. Hope bloomed in my chest, I could stop him, I would stop him.
"Don't worry Scarlet it will only hurt a little bit. And when you die, I promise that I'll make it, quick and painless." he swore coldly in my ear, his voice gleeful at the fact that he had complete power over me.
I knew what I had to do but I was not a murderer I couldn't hurt a fly and yet here I was, weapon in hand preparing to kill my best friend's brother, who was about to rape and kill me.
Save yourself!
The thought bounced around in mind an echo in a hollow room. A sob forced its way out my throat, I'm not a murderer. But he laughed like my fear and pain amused him. Like it was the only thing that brought him joy, brought him pleasure. It did. I could feel his arousal pressed again me as he ripped at the remaining buttons of his trousers.
Its me or him!
Michael ran his sickening hands along my thighs and I knew there was only one way to make him stop. I gripped the stick tighter feeling it cut into palm and with all the strength I had left plunged it right into his exposed neck. Hot thick blood splattered all over me, on my face, my chest, on my dress and my hands. Michael titled his head in my direction his surprise and shock filled his handsome features right before he went limp and his warm body fell on top if me. Blood pooling in the hollow spaces of my neck and collar bones, running down my dress.
Trembling and crying I pushed his lifeless corpse away from me quickly turned my head and threw up my breakfast.
I killed him! I killed someone!
Just then shouts and footsteps sounded from the direction of the Redford Mansion, they heard me and they were coming to help but it was too late.
Too shocked to move or even speak.
What had I done? My life is over, no one would believe me, he was considered a gentleman. I was ruined!
Melanie, Nora and the stable hand broke through the tree and all hell broke loose. Melanie gasped in shock or horror I don't know, and poor Nora started screaming, the stable had seemed to be the only one calm enough to think, telling us that he'd get the master.
Oh God. What had I done!
I think he raced back to the Mansion but I could not see clearly past the blood clouding my vision yet as I turned to look at Melanie to say something, to apologize for… killing her brother. I was silenced by the brief smile that crossed her face as she stared down at Michael's body.
Present
"Anything to say Melanie?" I asked the snivelling mess at my feet. Melanie continued to shake her head in complete denial, she seriously thought she was innocent in this. I laughed in her face causing her eyes to wide in complete shock. It was in that moment I decided she deserved to suffer like she allowed me to suffer. Leaning in close enough to brush my bloody lips against the shell of her ear.
"You know when I'm done here, maybe I'll go and find Ian," She shuddered horror bleeding into her features as she paled even further. "He and I would get along swimmingly. Don't you think Mel?" Her only reply was a scream so loud that it shook the walls.