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DAY TWENTY-ONE
At first, it was two officers knocking persistently. Then another police vehicle pulled up and parked in the street on the side of the house where the Inspiration Room is located. SWAT was painted on the side in big black letters. Special Weapons and Tactics? What the hell would they need special weapons for against me? Tactics? This one made me laugh, considering I could outwit any tactics they chose to employ. Surprisingly, I didn’t panic. No matter my fate, the plan must be brought to fruition. I calmly loaded bullets into the cylinder of the revolver and walked over to Rachel’s bed. I unchained her and forced her to walk in front of me to the front living room. There, I pushed her into a chair where she sat not making a sound. There was no need to scream at this point. She knew they knew, she was in here.
I sat on the couch across from her. I stared at her and grinned, knowing a thousand scenarios were running through her mind. She was plotting different ways she might be able to save herself and her unborn child. “I’m sure you realize this was not my plan.” I told her. “But I don’t plan to change the ending now. You, and your baby will die today. That shouldn’t surprise you, or even sadden you really. It’s probably better this way, for you. Starvation was certainly having an effect on your child, if he/she is alive now anyway. For all we know, you’re sporting around a dead fetus.”
I examined her expression for reaction. My words seem to have the opposite effect on her as she appeared more determined than ever to survive. I could see it in her eyes, in her gritted teeth. The hatred and anger rising up inside of her was unmistakable. I thought, for safety’s
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The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life