Terra Violette

Chapter 4

For once I was glad that Kayla was being used to control me, had it not been for that, she'd be dead now. The basement was dim and somehow smelled even worse than the room upstairs. Only a single light bulb hanging from the roof was on and three bulky men were stood behind Kayla. Kayla was bound to a chair and gagged, she looked badly beat up and her right eye was swollen shut. All her clothes were still on, that was a good sign, right? Kayla was a virgin, she was a strong believer in not having s*x before marriage. She always spoke about how she would meet her true love in Paris, 'the city of love'. So I couldn't imagine what loosing that virginity would do to her. A sigh of relief left my lips as I thought of her still being in tact. I looked up to her face and saw her freshly busted lip, she looked nothing like my best friend whose looks I always looked up to. Our friendship would probably be over after this. "What should we do with her boss?" the man on the left of Kayla spoke, he had the most tattoos of the three, they were all over his neck and arms. "Untie her" Jake replied, thank goodness. The Second bulky man moved forward and started roughly undoing the knots at her hands. This man was the scariest looking of the three, he had a scar running through his face from above his right eye through his nose, the scar looked like it was once a badly done stitch, his nose was crooked because of the scar and he had a patchy beard, he held an annoyed expression, as if he did not want Kayla to leave. "Don't worry Lucas, you can do as you please with the next i***t I bring in.", Jake spoke to the man untying Kayla, so that was his name. After Kayla's hands were untied she hurriedly began untying her feet as if afraid that they'd change their mind and tie her up again. What had I gotten my best friend into? She sat up and looked up at me for the first time since I'd entered, and as if seeing me for the first time she called out my name. It had only been a few hours but she looked like she'd gone through days of torture. She stood up and with what looked like relief in her eyes,  began hobbling towards me, what had they done to her? Realizing that she was struggling, I started towards her and that's when it happened, i heard a whip like sound and saw red all over. I looked at Kayla and her face showed shock before she dropped to the floor like a rock. 25 years of life, over. All the money her family spent to ensure that she'd be able to achieve her dreams, wasted. Her dreams of becoming a famous designer  and owning her own brand, crushed. Kayla Smith, my best friend , my only friend. Gone. Her life taken by a single bullet to the head. She was dead and it was my fault. I felt numb. "Are you fvcking crazy, you could have hit my wife." i heard Jake say interrupting my thoughts. I turned to face him. No, no it wasn't my fault, i was his. Jake William's was the most heartless person I knew  and if I didn't hate him before, man did I hate him now. I loathed his every being. I turned numbly and walked out of the basement and headed towards the guest bedroom, no way I was sharing the same bed with that monster.

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I've isolated myself in the guest bedroom for a week now. Fortunately I still have Max and he brings me food three times a day. I don't know what Jake did with Kayla's body, but I know that he'd never allow me the 'luxury' of giving her a proper burial. I had nearly 20 missed calls from Kayla's older brother Kaylen, but I could not bring myself to answer the phone. What would I tell him, how would I explain that his sister was murdered by my husband in our basement and was probably buried like a dog somewhere. I buried my face into the pillow under me and exhaled loudly, what was I going to do with myself? What now? I knew for a fact that I couldn't continue being under the same roof as someone who killed someone who was nearly a sister to me. The images of Kayla's shocked. face flashed through my mind along with the images of my stained face in the mirror, I had been covered in blood from my mid section up. Covered in her blood. Even though I had scrubbed my body till my skin stung, and burnt the bloody clothes, I still felt dirty afterwards, I still felt bloody now. I suddenly felt the need to shower, I got up from the bed and slowly moved to the connected bathroom. Before I could enter the bathroom, the door swung open and who else could it be if not the devil himself. "Well aren't we looking peachy" he sneered as he looked me up and down. I hadn't seen him since the day Kayla died and I had initially expected that I would cry or get angry when I saw him, but I felt nothing. I looked at him and all his handsomeness seemed to have vanished, he wore a black suit with a white skin tight v-neck top but somehow looked hideous in it, his grey eyes now looked dull to me. "What do you want?" I asked coldly, he moved towards my bed and sat on it, "Oh honey, is that how you talk to your husband? I just came to ask when you're coming back to our bed its awfully cold without you.", "Why the fvck would I come back to your bed?" I asked I asked my anger rising. "Aw don't tell me you're still hung up on that girl, what what was her name, Kaitlyn?" he asked without sympathy, "Kayla. And she wasn't just a girl, she was my best friend ." "Well then make another, its not like the world is running out of people. Anyway, I came here to tell you to wash up and look pretty. We are meeting Draco at 8pm.". With that he walked out and slammed the door behind him.