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“What the fuck are you doing?” said Huerto. He was holding Amanda up, his fist clenching her hair.
Bethany concealed the knife behind her back. She did not want the sick-kidnapper to know she found it.
Four months since Bethany was taken from her normal life. Amanda just arrived, and it was Huerto’s intention to make a wife out of her. Bethany already was.
Huerto pointed the gun. “What do you got there honey?”
Bethany swallowed and looked at Amanda. The teenager’s face was bloodied from the beating. Her eyes were down and her blond hair was layered with red streaks from Huerto’s wet fingers.
“A good wife doesn’t hide things from her husband.”
Amanda lifted her chin. Her mouth was agape and jaw looked off center. She shook her head slowly side to side. She asked Bethany earlier not to put her life at risk.
Bethany bit her thin lips and squeezed her eyelids together.
“WHAT DO YOU HAVE?”
She sniffed. “A knife.” Bethany looked at Amanda again. The poor blonde girl wanted to live. She deserved to live and who was Bethany to jeopardize that for her.
Huerto spoke through gritted teeth. His face was pockmarked and his toupee a puffy bread loaf. “That’s not good of you dear. Not good at all. Bring it here.”
What is life?
“Now,” said Huerto.
Life is freedom. Life is laughing. Life was hers until Huerto took it away. Now he was going to take Amanda’s.
Bethany stepped forward. This isn’t life.
“Give it here,” he said, dropping Amanda and flapping his hand together.
I’m already dead.
“Very good dear,” said Huerto, as Bethany took the knife from behind her back and slowly moved it towards his hand. “Now-”
Before Huerto could finish, Bethany swung the knife up and sliced it across his jugular. The rifle shot once into the dresser and he fell back. Blood sprayed everywhere and he knocked porcelain plates and china to shatter. He tried to yell but only sputtered blood and babble came out. Huerto swiveled his head side to side and stomped his heel into the ground. A puddle of blood oozed onto the wood floor.
“Let’s go!” Screamed Amanda. She stood and ran out.
Bethany took the knife and ran after her. She locked the door to the room once they exited and ran down the stairs. They smiled and reached the front door and heaved to pull it open then realized something.
The front door locked from the inside. The windows were all boarded up. Everything needed a key and they didn’t have a key. Huerto had the keys. All the keys. He also had a rifle.
The girls looked at each other.
“Do you think he’s dead?” said Amanda.
“He’s gotta be,” said Bethany.
A loud ‘thump’ came from upstairs.
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– Thomas M. Watt