Chapter 30
Nick promised to call me every night to make sure that I was okay. And, just as he promised, I received a phone call every night at 6:00 (to make sure I got home okay) and at 10:00 (to whisper sweet nothings in my ear). And every night I climbed into bed, all alone.
But tonight, it was a different story. I had just hung up the phone after talking to Nick. I was feeling down, so I called Dee to chat for a while.
"Hey girl, how's it going?" she asked.
"I am fine, I just don't feel too good today. My stomach has been churning and my back is killing me. Not to mention that I feel like I have been hit by a freight train." I told her.
"Have you been sleeping lately? And are you eating properly?" she asked, with a motherly tone.
"Not really, I keep getting up in the middle of the night, wanting to throw up. I am just chucking it up to bad nerves and the crazy schedules lately. And, forget food, it is just making it worse. I can hold down soup and crackers…and that is about it." I told her honestly.
"Sounds like you got a really bad bug their kiddo. Just get some rest, and take the day off tomorrow. Just rest and I will come by and see how you are around lunch time, okay?" she said.
"Yeah, that sounds great." I said.
We continued to talk for quite some time. We laughed about how the guys opening show in North Carolina was a fun one for Kevin. The thought of Kevin's pants falling off in the middle of the show was hysterical. Dee went into great detail as to what happened and her adventure with that. She said it was the funniest thing, but overall, she was thrilled.
Suddenly, I heard a sound come from down the hallway. I was in the back bedroom, so I couldn't really tell what it was. I told Dee that I needed to go, so that I could go and check the door and make sure I had locked them. I knew that I had, it's just that I thought I would double check.
"Just be careful hon. Give me a call in a few to let me know that everything is okay." she finished and then hung up the phone.
I walked down the hall towards the door. I didn't hear anything again, nor did I see anything. I checked the front door, and yes, it was locked. So I went to the patio door to check it. As I approached it, I suddenly realized that it was open ever so slightly.
"Hey, how did that open up?" I thought to myself.
I shut the door tightly and then locked it. Then turned around to go back to bed. As I rounded the corner to the hallway, there stood a figure in the shadows.
All I remember was his voice…and it was familiar.
"You bitch! You will now die for all the pain you put me through. You thought you could be happy, but you are just a slut, and you will die for it." the stranger said.
"Oh God….no…." was all I could get out before he hit me across the face.
My body collapsed in a heap in the middle of the hallway. He pulled a large knife out of his jacket and raked it across my face towards my right ear. I could feel nothing but terrible pain as he tried to pick me up. He made me stand before him and look him in the eyes…and then he hit me harder…knocking me to the ground.
I laid there for a moment, then tried to get back up. Everytime I tried to stand, he would kick me and knock me down again. After several attempts, to keep me down, he plunged the knife into my chest. My body collapsed to the ground for the last time. I laid there, my body finally giving out on me.
Just before I went unconscious, I heard the phone ring, but I couldn’t get to it. The stranger was startled by it and ran out the backdoor, not to be seen again.
A puddle of blood formed on the floor around my body from the wounds
inflicted on my body. The cut across my face was very deep and ran
down to the cheek bone. The stab wound in my chest was serious, and
it was a sure sign of death. I laid there, totally motionless,
subconsiously hoping that someone would find me. I didn't want to
die.