| � Fuck you Dustin. I�m not leaving her,� � Who�s in control here? I am. I have the gun, I have the power. I can make this a lot harder for you. I�m willing to just let you walk out and never come back, but if you refuse I�m afraid I will have to kill you, and Heather losing two Carter's in one day is a bit much, don�t ya think? I�ll just tell her you couldn�t deal with the responsibility of a kid and you left,� � She knows I�d never do that-� � But you�ll beat her up?! Come on, Nick. We all know the kind of person you are, why don�t you just face up to it,� � Why can�t you just face up to the fact that she doesn�t love you,� � Because she did love me. She loved me long before you came into the picture, and she�ll love me long after you�re gone, now get up,� He said waving the gun in front of Nick. � Now,� � If I go, you promise you�ll take her to the hospital,� � Yeah,� He shrugged. � Whatever,� � I�m not leaving until you promise me-� � Alright! Alright. I�ll take her, and I�ll even pretend to care,� He smiled. Nick gently removed Heather from his arms, feeling her stir slightly. He stood and pointed behind Dustin. � I have a bag upstairs. Can I go get it?� � Sure, but don�t take long� I have to get Heather to the hospital remember?� Nick walked past Dustin and back up the steps. Dustin knelt down and brushed away some of Heather�s hair from her face. � This is for the best, baby. � He whispered. � We can�t trust Nick, so I�ll take care of him, and then there will be nothing stopping us,� Dustin stood again and headed up the stairs. He looked into Heather�s bedroom, where Nick was closing up his bag. He opened the door slowly and held up the gun. All he had to do was pull the trigger, but he hesitated. He wanted to look into Nick�s eyes one last time. He wanted to see the terror, and the pain. He wanted the last thing for Nick to see was the man that would take his place. He smiled, and stood there waiting for Nick to turn around. When he did, he wasn�t nearly as terrified as he�d hoped he would be. In fact he just stood there, not speaking. � Don�t you have any last words?� � No. Except I called the police and they�re on their way as we speak. When they get here and find me dead and heather on the floor downstairs, and you holding a gun, what do you thinks gonna happen then?� � You didn�t have time to call the police,� � Yes I did. What can I say I have fast fingers, maybe that�s why Heather loves me,� He smirked. � Wrong. That�s why Heather loved you,� He said, pulling the trigger on the gun. A loud bang shot through the house, and seconds later it was deadly silent. The smell of gunpowder filled the room. Dustin smiled, � So I never went to target practice,� He laughed. Nick looked up, and back at the bullet hole in the wall just behind him. � Like I said, I�m better at cutting brake lines. Don�t worry I won�t miss this time,� � That makes me fill so much better,� � I thought it would. Now, hold still, and I�ll get it right,� Another shot rang through the house seconds later and Nick stumbled backwards, sliding down the wall. Holding his hand over his chest he watched as Dustin dropped the gun, and fell to his knees, Heather standing behind him, holding the smoking gun. She stood there trembling, afraid to move. � Nick,� She said barely above a whisper. He quickly stood and went over to her, removing the gun from her hands. � Dustin�s on the floor,� She said. � I know,� � What are we going to do?! I just shot him! He�s on my floor-� She said, beginning to panic. � Okay, first of all we need to call the police-� � Nick, we can�t, they�ll take us to jail.� � No, he was going to kill me, see? He�s still holding his gun, and there�s a bullet hole in the wall-� � Nick, we can�t go to jail, this isn�t our fault,� She cried. � Honey, we�re not going to go to jail, but we have to call the police. There�s no way we�re going to keep this a secret. You have to trust me on this. We have to call the police,� Next Page |