A Cry from the Renegades by Rebekah Nicole

Author:Rebekah Nicole [Nicole, Rebekah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kingston Publishing Company
Published: 2023-07-18T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

“Please,” I plead with her. This is the first time I’m fully seeing her. Not the façade she presented at the start. Her jeans are torn at the button, ripped from the rape she endured a month before. A bruise in the shape of a handprint covers the exposed skin just between the top of her jeans and the red cropped hem of her shirt.

“He’s one of them,” she cries, “he’ll never let me live.”

“But why? Why won’t he let you live?” A cry twists at my vocal cords.

“Because he’s afraid you’ll see. Hell,” she bemoans, dropping her shoulders in pure exhaustion. “He’s afraid he’ll see it himself.” Sadness plagues her face. It saturates her beautiful complexion, seeping further as it causes her whole body to tremble in her grief.

She reaches for the gun lying still on the paved highway and lifts it to her temple, her hand shaking.

“Stop! You don’t have to do this. Let me help you. I can save you.” Why won’t she let me save her? She never lets me even try. I don’t understand what she means ‘he’ll see it himself.’

“NO, YOU CAN’T! He won’t let you. I have to die.”

In that moment, her hand stops trembling. She pulls her frame up to its full stature. I now see all the marks of wear and tear on her. Not only the handprint on her hips and tear in her jeans; but also, the bruising on her shoulders, her arms, the long-thin cut beneath her neck that’s scarred over. That’s when she does it. In her fullness. She sucks in a deep, calming breath and squeezes the trigger.

I jump and slam my eyes shut, but not quick enough to stop the image of the bullet exploding through her brain. Not fast enough to stop seeing all of the blood, even after my eyes are closed.

I sob. Wrapping my arms around my body, I press my eyes closed with all of my might. Maybe, just maybe I can close it all out. “Please stop doing this to me,” I mumble, shaking my heavy head back and forth.

“Look at me,” she breathes.

I open my eyes and she’s standing in front of me. Her head is open with pieces of matter hanging out and blood running down the sides into her brown matted hair. She stands a foot in front of me. The once light ochre skin is now mixed with a pale blue. Cold emanates from her, chilling me to the bone.

She leans in, her face inches from mine and whispers, “Get out while you can.”

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