“Get off of me! Help! Someone!” Emily cried out. Her legs kicked back and forth. Her wrists twirled to the left and right. But he was too strong. She knew exactly how Blair had felt.
Powerless.
Defeated.
“I was a good father, Emily! I always loved her, and I always took care of her!” Mitch screamed as spit flew from his lips, plastering on Emily’s face. “You don’t know how much I loved that little girl!”
Emily then lifted her right leg, slamming her knee into Mitch’s groin. Mitch screamed, his cries gurgling in his throat, as she threw her hands up and slammed them against his chest. Mitch fell back, slamming on the floor as Emily turned and crawled forward.
The stairs, just a few feet away.
“Emily!” Mitch yelled as he stood and charged toward her. Emily screamed as she felt Mitch’s strong hands wrap around a chunk of her hair from behind.
“AH! Someone!” Emily cried out as Mitch dragged her up to her feet and spun her toward him. Mitch then grabbed her by her throat, tightening his grip as his red eyes stared back at her.
“Do you think I’d really let you walk out of here? Do you think I’d let you ruin everything that I worked so hard for?”
“You killed her. You killed her, didn’t you?” Emily sobbed.
“I could never hurt her! Don’t even say that!” Mitch snapped.
“You could kill me, though, couldn’t you? Go ahead. Do it,” Emily said, clearing her throat, and spat forward. The saliva spewed from between her lips and splattered on Mitch’s nose. Mitch’s jaw tightened as he turned to the right and threw her forward. “AH!” Emily cried out as she rolled down the spiral staircase, every step slamming and stabbing into her sides and back. Emily slammed against the steel banister and rolled on the foyer floor. A long high-pitched ringing flooded her ears as she felt her head throb. Emily turned on her stomach as she glanced up to see Mitch descending the stairs.
He was going to kill her.
He was never going to let his dirty little secret leave this place alive.
“Someone!” Emily cried out as Mitch leaped off the last step, his boots slamming on the wooden floor.
“Don’t make this harder than it already has to be,” Mitch snarled as he leaned down, reaching for Emily’s ankles. Emily then threw her right leg back, slamming the bottom of her shoe into Mitch’s stomach. Mitch cried out in agony as he tumbled back, slamming against the wall. Emily limped to her feet and ran forward, dashing into the dark kitchen. Emily’s eyes scanned the kitchen and settled on the knife block on the edge of the counter. She rushed forward and wrapped her hand around the handle of a large butcher knife and ripped it out.
Mitch charged toward her, his arms wrapped around her from behind, locking her arms at her sides.
“Someone help!” Emily screamed, kicking. Mitch turned and threw her forward. Emily’s body slammed on the center island and rolled over the edge. She hit the tile kitchen floor on the other side of the island as the knife slipped from her grasp, spinning along the slick tile surface. Emily turned on her stomach and started crawling toward the knife…
Mitch rushed around the center island and snatched it into his hands.
“Please just stop this,” Mitch begged as tears trickled down his cheeks.
“She was your daughter, Mitch.” Emily sobbed as she reached up, her hands wrapping around the edge of the center island countertop. “Why do this?” Emily cried as she pulled herself to her feet, her long strands of hair plastered to her wet cheeks.
“I never wanted to hurt her or you,” Mitch cried as the knife trembled in his right hand. “I didn’t want any of this to happen.”
“You can still do the right thing. You can turn yourself in. You don’t have to do this. Please,” Emily begged as her legs quivered.
“It’s too late for that.” Mitch sobbed as he lifted the knife into the air.
“Mitch, please!” Emily screamed, raising her right hand up, ready to block the long, sharp, glistening blade. Mitch then brought the knife to his throat, his red eyes staring back at Emily.
“Tell her I love her. Tell her I’m sorry,” Mitch cried as he closed his eyes and ripped the blade across the front of his throat.
“No!” Emily screamed as the blade sliced through the front of Mitch’s tender neck. A large slit spread across his entire throat. Blood gushed down his chest. The blood trickled down his gray sweater and splashed on the tile floor below as Mitch’s dead eyes widened. Emily covered her mouth, her entire body trembling as Mitch’s dead body fell back, landing on the tile floor.
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Emily stared at her blood-stained hands that were placed on the surface of the metal table in front of her. She could still feel Mitch’s pulse pulsating against her palms, his throat throbbing as she tried to stop the bleeding. But it was too late. He was gone in seconds. Emily closed her eyes as the flashes soared through her head: the blood, the knife, his eyes. She wanted him to pay for what he had done to Blair, but not like this. He deserved to suffer. He deserved to sit in a cell and rot.
“You’re lucky there were security cameras inside the apartment; otherwise, we would be having a very different conversation right now,” Sheriff Alan Ross said as his deep, raspy voice rang in Emily’s ears.
“I didn’t want this to happen.” Emily sniffled as she stared down at the blood beneath
