Jack Welch —by Dhee
There was distance between them now. It was a long time ago that they had met; soon after, they fell in love. But now, they were simply strangers bound by bitter sweet memories. He walked towards her. The first step was loud - and defined. The second step was even louder. His desperation and hunger for her echoed in his footsteps.
"Come here," he beckoned.
She didn’t budge. Her eyes were heavy with fear, red from anger.
"Come here," he said again, reaching for his pistol.
Darkness clouded the room and a loud silence filled the space.
She let out a sound of "yelp", before her voice fell flat into a trail of unsaid words.
"If you won’t come, I will shoot you down."
The banging on the door buried his thick voice, breaking the calm of the black skied night.
"Open the door, Jack." The caller screamed. "Open the damn door, please. These people will shoot at you and kill you. Open the door, baby." His wife was screaming from outside. Her voice threatened to pull the door apart.
"Can you hear that?" He said to her, again. "They’ve come for me. They’ve come to kill me. Won’t you die with me? Come here, girl!"
She lowered her gaze, refusing to look at him, made another "yelp" sound and let her voice trail. And as fast as she could, she ran towards the window, her tail between her legs.
"Come here, you whore," he shouted, and the banging on the door got even louder.
The rain hit the window panes faster, too; one drop at a time - and with every drop that hit the hard glass, the more time he wasted.
A shot went out from his pistol.
The dog fell from the window, wailing loudly. She hit the hard floor with a thud that shook the earth beneath her.
She was dead.
The door came open, Jack Welch put the pistol in his mouth.... and the rest is history.