“Enough!” She went from laughing to angry within seconds. She slammed the gun on the table and that had me realizing how bad the situation I was in. Mrs. Montgomery was crazy enough to use it, so I stopped rocking the chair.
“Little girl, still stupid I see. No one is coming here to save you. Your friend is at a concert that won’t end for another hour and Jude is a little preoccupied.” I forgot Stella was out with Brad, but it made me happy she wouldn’t be in the hands of this psycho bitch.
“What did you do to him!” I feared Jude came here looking for me.
“Oh stop the dramatics. I didn’t touch him, but I know someone who has. He’s wrapped up in one of Chanel’s sorority sisters. I’m guessing having a girlfriend who fucked their foster daddy wasn’t a turn on for him.” The cruel smile of hers returned and the panic in me rose.
“How do you know all of this?” I always knew she had to know about Mr. Montgomery raping me because the more he did it, the more she got lost in her pills. The question though is how does she know that Chanel played that video?
“I liked when you were past out.” She took another shot and said, “I’ve been following you for a while now and realized I wasn’t the only one who hated you. It was easy enough to get that girl to tell me everything going on about you. All I had to do was promise her a spot at the country club and that I would get rid of you for good.”
“Why are you doing all of this?” I can see Chanel agreeing to anything to get me to leave so she can have Jude, but why is Mrs. Montgomery doing all of this because of something that happened years ago?
“Why? Why!” She slammed her fist on the table and said, “You ruined my life. It was bad enough you flaunted yourself all over my house, but you had to go as far enough to seduce my husband when I was generous enough to let you live there. You forced yourself on him and then you put him in jail when he broke it off. Thanks to you, he couldn’t take living in jail anymore and killed himself. Do you know what that means?” She was completely insane if she ever thought for a second I would let him touch me willingly. The fear was replaced with anger and I wanted nothing more to hit her. The only thing that was helping me keep my cool was the fact that Mr. Montgomery is dead.
“He’s rotting in hell where he belongs?” Probably not the answer she was looking for. I mentally slap myself in the head for being a smart ass at a time like this. Mrs. Montgomery didn’t like my answer either by the way her face was turning an angry shade of red.
She back handed me across the face while screaming, “You stupid girl! Suicide means no insurance money. I am completely broke because of you.”
“So tying me to a chair and holding me hostage is going to help how?” I needed to keep her talking so I can find away out of this mess. I started to wiggle my wrists and thankfully I felt the ropes loosening up.
“I have nothing to live for. I refuse to live in poverty or be known as the rapist widow. I lost my friends, my country club spot, and now the house. I decided if I am no longer going to live, I don’t think you deserve to either.” What a lunatic. She took another swig from the bottle and stuffed a washed cloth inside it. I prayed she would change her mind and not light the house on fire, but my prayers weren’t heard. The next thing I know she lit the cloth on fire and threw it at my living room curtains. The flames went rampant across the living room wall and it was only time when they would spread to the kitchen.
“Are you crazy!” I cannot die in a fire with this crazy bitch. The smoke was coming in fast and I already felt the heaviness in my chest. I remembered the day at the pool when Jude told me I needed to fight. I needed to act fast and saw my only opportunity when she turned to grab another bottle. I untied my feet and went running towards the kitchen door. The relief I felt knowing I was about to escape vanished within a second.
“Do you really think you’re getting out of here alive!” She threw me on the ground and started to drag me by the ponytail. There is blood everywhere from my fingers trying to grasp whatever I can to stop her from dragging me closer to the fire.
“Get off me!” I grabbed her by the ankle and knocked her over on to the ground. All I had on my mind was getting out of this house and running to Jude. Even after everything tonight, he was the one I needed the most right now.
I tried getting up off the floor, but Mrs. Montgomery got on top of me. We wrestled a bit, but she still had the upper hand. The smoke was making it hard to breathe and see. When I looked over to see that the flames were starting to spread in the kitchen, I started to buck wildly hoping to get her off me. She wasn’t too happy that I was still fighting because the next thing I know she picks my head up and slams it down on the ground. Everything starts to get blurry and I knew I had to keep fighting.
“Fuck this!”, she screams and the next thing I hear is that awful familiar sound.
Bang
I never wanted to hear that sound again after hearing it before my mama died. The pain is severe in my
