Rose sat on the couch, her mind elsewhere. Jackie tried his best to comfort her, and God bless him for trying, but it had little effect on her. The memories. The loud thud. BANG! Still rang in her ears. The short gunfight. She was fighting for her life. Tears still in her eyes. She got the shot off, a round sailing toward his neck. She walked out, firing the rest. She still pulled the trigger even when it was empty. She wished the chamber was infinite. She would blast the body until it was nothing but a memory. She dropped the .38 after the repeated clicking of an empty gun. Breaking down was the easiest part. It's learning to survive that's the hardest.
Jackie was out, leaving her alone, staring at her laptop as it began to rain. She only possessed a Facebook account because Tiffany told her to. It would be a great way to make friends, she said. Yeah, right. She scrolled to see her "friends" post about some big dumb party. It just started, judging by the videos. She mindlessly scrolled. Her best attempts to ignore the pain, move on just would not work. She hugged her knees, sinking herself into the darkest depths of her mind.
When she reached such a dark, twisted place, she realized one thing. One good part about this whole ordeal. She had nothing to lose. If she was ever caught, she put a round through her skull anyway. Rose began to smile, as she reached for an old flip phone she got from eBay, her favorite site, and texted Caleb.
Kelly: I'm in town!!
Caleb: What?! Im at a party
Kelly: Can i see u? Just really quick promise
Caleb: fine. Better make it worth it babe
Caleb: send address
Kelly: [Address of desired location]
Caleb: be there in a few
She set the phone down, her eyes closed. She imagined this moment for a year. She just had one thing holding her back. At first she planned to blackmail and ruin his life. Now that the only person in this world she truly cared for is gone, there was nothing left. Maybe she'd do it when she got home. No, no. She can't traumatize Jackie. Maybe throw herself from the bridge? No, she's afraid of heights. She cleared that from her mind. One thing at a time.
Rose grabbed her .38 and hoodie, walking out into the storm, looking for trouble. A short trip later, and she was there. Some random alleyway thirty minutes away. Nobody would suspect it's her. She never goes outside. Her hood was up, as she watched from across the street, posing as some tweaker. Her eyes were trained at that alley. The roads were dead empty, as she chose a perfect blind spot from cops and any witnesses. Finally, the werewolf arrived. Caleb. About 6'1", a member of the debate team at NYU. He's a handsome sleezeball, a womanizer with a bad rap of walking the fine line of consent. Rose remembered. She remembered it all. As Caleb was going to text "Kelly" he's here, She walked across the street, yelling out to him.
"Caleb!" She said,
"Kelly–" Caleb was interrupted with a shot to the gut, making him scream and fall to the ground as the rain masked whatever Rose wanted. "FUCK! What the fuck?!" Caleb panicked and yelled, beginning to cry.
"Shut the fuck up," Rose said, as she aimed at him. "Do you remember me?"
Caleb was shaking, as the cold and fear got to him fast as he groveled on the disgusting, wet ground. "No. No. Please don't kill me please... I don't remember." Rose put the revolver to his forehead. "PLEASEPLEASENOFUCKIDONTKNOWIDONTKNOW!"
Rose, jaw clenching at his begging, winded back and slammed the butt of the gun to his temple, the impact making a sickening sound, scrambling the man. "Three years ago. You tried to assault me three years ago. And when I wouldn't let you…" Her frown got more prominent, tears falling from her eyes mixing with her already wet face. "You said you did anyway. You said I was easy. Easy." She hit him again with the gun, aiming for the jaw. With crack, his jaw laid slack, Caleb whimpering with blood pooling from his mouth. "EASY!"
Caleb was a sobbing mess, mumbling as he shook from fear. All he could say was "Please… Please…"
Rose put the gun to his forehead again, seeing his stomach was worse off, blood pooling unto the concrete. "Please what?"
"Don't… Kill…"
"You ruined my life. You ruined my life. My FUCKING LIFE!"
Bang!
Caleb was dead. A shot through the forehead, his last moments of his life forever immortalized by his face of fear. Her mind flashed to her sister's face. She got mad, so she shot him again. And again. And again. And–