Bethany and Amanda were stuck at the front door after slashing Huerto’s throat. It was locked from the inside. Huerto had the key upstairs. At least his bloody body did.
“We have to get the key,” said Amanda. “It’s our only way out.”
Bethany nodded, then gulped. She clutched her stomach wound, and the two girls ran up the stairs. As they approached the room they could hear the moaning and groaning. Huerto wasn’t fully dead.
Bethany took a breath then creaked the door open. He was sprawled out across the floor. Blood was oozing out of his neck and he held his rifle in one hand. He was facing away from them.
Attached to his belt loop was the ring of keys. Bethany slowly approached.
As soon as she reached Huerto he grumbled and turned to face her. His eyes were glossy and wet.
Bethany kept her focus on the key ring. She struggled to sift it out from his belt loop. She had it halfway off when Huerto called out to her.
“Honey,” he said.
She looked at him.
“What are you… doing?”
Bethany bit her lip. The gun barrel was pressed against her head.
Huerto smiled. “You disobeyed me.”
Bethany tried to snatch the gun away, but he moved it out from her reach. He aimed it again.
“No, I don’t… don’t think so.” Huerto smacked his lips. “You.. you die now.”
There was no way to escape. After four months of living in hell, after doing everything in her power to survive, this was it. The final straw. There was nothing more she could do. She needed help from above.
Huerto shifted and loaded the rifle, chuckled weakly, then caught a knife with his forehead, which stapled his head to the floorboard.
Bethany looked up, staring blankly. “I thought you were a bible girl?”
Amanda nodded and pointed a thumb at herself. “Thus says the Lord, vengeance is mine.”
Bethany took the key ring, stood up, then sprinted down the stairs. They reached the front door, unlocked it, then ran straight outside and found safety.
Hours later the police arrived and held a press conference. Amanda and Bethany were both given awards of honor. They accepted graciously, and spent the rest of their lives teaching women’s self defense. Needless to say, perverts everywhere lived in fright.
– Thomas M. Watt