My battle at Eternity flashed rapidly through my mind in bits and pieces. It was so intense, that blood ran from both sides of my nose like snot. I had two lines rolling downward from each nostril. They mixed at the tip of my upper lip and quickly formed into droplets. They trickled to the linoleum floor below and splattered between my fingers. I then realized I was crawling towards something. Before I could reach it, the footsteps started.
SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH!
Someone was coming for me and wasn’t wasting any time.
SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH!
That horrible sound twisted my insides. It reminded me of being at sea and I almost heaved. Luckily, my lunch stayed down. Once the steps ceased, so did my frantic crawling. As I slowly turned my head to see this individual, they threw a rope over my neck. They slammed it hard into my throat and began pulling it deep into my skin. I grabbed a hold of the rope and grasped for a breath. It was a wasted effort. I started choking and it became clear.
I was about to die, so I laid myself to sleep.
Theresa stood wide-eyed and shaken up, while local police officers examined the bathroom. All she could think about was the person responsible. Premature thoughts of revenge crossed her mind. She looked away from the knife on the counter. Hell, who was she kidding? She had to regain her composure before she could do anything rash. She could barely sip the hot coffee from her thermal because of her fidgeting. Her jaw jittered so much, she had to bite down into the steel of thermal to stop it.
“I don’t believe this shit.”
Brett Cordova entered through the front door of the house and looked around. He saw Theresa standing in the kitchen at the foot of the stove. He walked over to her and hugged onto to her.
“You okay?”
Theresa sat her thermal down and pressed her face into Cordova’s chest. She shook her head and cried. Brett watched the officers and held Theresa tightly in his arms. One of the officers looked at the other and said a few words. They both seemed unconvinced. The larger of the two walked over to Brett and Theresa. He tapped Theresa on the shoulder.
“Was your husband on any medication whatsoever?”
Theresa turned around and dried her eyes. She didn’t reply for a second and thought really hard.
“No, I don’t think so.”
The office whistled to his partner and he came out of the bathroom with a bag in his hand. He lifted it up to show Brett and Theresa.
“Do you recognize what’s in this bag?”
Theresa looked it over and Brett went out of control.
“Bullshit!”
“Are you suggesting we planted these?”
Brett stared at the officer for a second, turned away from him, and kicked the stove with his foot.
“Regardless of what you may think, we have reason to believe that your husband may have checked himself into a rehabilitation center. That or he may have checked himself into a hospital. We advise you to call and make certain of this. We’ll let the pills slide. Now, if he doesn’t show up within forty-eight hours, then come down to the station and fill out a missing person’s report. In the meantime, you folks have a goodnight.”
The officer whistled and pointed to the door. Before he could pass Theresa, she started slamming her fist into his chest.
“You son of bitch!”
Brett quickly grabbed Theresa off of the officer. He apologized for her actions and bit his tongue afterwards. The officers exited through the front door and disappeared into their patrol cars. They disabled their lights and drove off.
“I’m going to find the son of a bitch who’s responsible. You stay close to your cell phone. You hear me?”
Theresa nodded her head. Brett was about to leave, but Theresa caught his hand. No! That’s what she told herself. She wasn’t just going to stand on the sidelines. Not this time. Not when she needed Arran the most. She was pregnant again and wouldn’t allow her second child to die before it was even born. It growing up without a father in its life would feel like an abortion to her. No one was going to stick a vacuum up her clitoris and suck away the life of her child. Not a pig and definitely not some fucking psycho.
“I’m going with you.”
Erica Hayden had her back turned, as she came through the front door with a handful of groceries.
“Sorry it took me so long to get dinner, I saw this cute…”
She turned around and caught Brett and Theresa hand in hand. She dropped the brown paper sacks and anger spread over her face. An awkward silence passed and finally she spoke.
“Okay. What in the hell is going on?”
Brett glanced and Theresa, hoping she would answer. When she didn’t, he pulled his hand from hers.
“Erica, this isn’t what you think.”
Erica swallowed down some spit and a hurtful smirk came across her face.
“What? So this dinner was your twisted way of seeing each other? Let me guess. You two started feeling guilty and decided you would come clean tonight? How classy of you guys! I expected this much from you Brett, but Theresa I’m disappointed in you. I don’t know what my brother ever saw in you.”
Theresa snorted and Brett scoffed. He couldn’t hold it back any longer and decided Erica should know the truth.
“It’s always bitch, bitch, bitch with you. Isn’t it?”
Pain shot through Erica’s body. She stood speechless for a minute and finally turned to leave the house. Brett grabbed her arm and kissed her. Theresa just watched in amazement. Afterwards, Erica was shocked. She stared Brett in the eyes and then focused on Theresa. She frowned.
“You guys are sick! I would never agree to a foursome!”
Theresa burst into laughter, unable to hold it in any longer. Erica looked offended and Brett just grinned widly.
“Foursome? Would you…”
Theresa punched Brett in the arm before he could finish.
“I can’t believe you didn’t call her and let her know! Erica, Morgana won the title. Sorry you had to find out so late. Also, we believe Arran has been kidnapped."
Erica covered her hand over her mouth.
"Oh my God."
She fainted and Brett caught her before she hit the ground.
Badson, you'll never hear me say these words to anyone in Sin ever again. I'm sorry. Sorry that you take such disregard for your life. You've given me every reason to respect you; therefore I'm going to do just that. We're the first two to meet in the tournament, but you'll be the first one to go. It won't end there though old man. Oh no.
Pierce, saving your life is something I regret. Regret to inform you that it was the best thing I've ever done. You're a mess. Once I'm finished with Badson, I'll solve your insanity problem. It'll only take four more chairshots over the head to fix the problem.
Stryker, I don't know anything about you, but that won't stop me from breaking everything you stand for. You do share similarities with a certain individual though. You and that old man are both cowardly—you so more than him. It’s such a shame too. I almost fooled myself into thinking you were someone I should be worried about. I was wrong.
Morgana, our second go around won't even be about the Lust Championship. At least not for me anyway. I'm tired of trying to tell myself I was ever worthy of holding a championship. I'm done with that shit. I'd rather hurt you more than anything. Why? Because you deserve to be broken more than anything in the world. That's why. You may comeback at me with some reverse pyschology bullshit about, "Oh Arran blah-blah-blah-blah-blah." There is nothing wrong with that. Actually, I like when you do that. It'll give me an understand as to why I'm going to let my actions speak for themselves.
"Wake up Mr. Hayden!"