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demons in our shadows
#WritcoStoryPrompt43
The scandal could ring the death of his career. The naked woman in his bed lay with unseeing eyes staring at him. He stood over her with a knife in his hand and no memory of who she was or why he had killed her...
Christian staggered on his feet, head spinning and hands shaking so violently that he had to tighten his grip on the knife to ground himself
the move brought his eyes back to the knife, soaked in blood, blood that wasn't his own, blood that didn't just cover the knife but also his hands, his sleeves, his shirt, it had somehow gotten on his face too,
he breathed in sharply before throwing the object to the ground like it had burned him
staggering so much on his feet that he ends up on the ground, long legs refusing to hold him up,
his hands fist at his hair, eyes wide in true terror, Christian had never been this scared before, not even when he decided to follow his father's footsteps and delve into the world of politics, not even when he faced all the threats to his life that came with that
he's still shaking and his eyes are closed tightly now, he can't remember how she got here, why he had killed her , he couldn't even for the life of him remember who she was
he tries to remember the events of the day, his meeting with the president, having lunch with his business partners, and blank, from there it's all blank and Christians life is about to end, his career is about to end and he's going to end up in jail
no! he couldn't let that happen, he'd come so far, he'd dragged himself up by his tooth and nail for him to go down like this, he can hide the body, he's a powerful man, he can make it disappear
his eyes unwillingly Drag back to the unmoving body on the bed and his hands pull tightly at his hair
this had to be some kind of nightmare, it couldn't be real, he tried to control his breathing, get himself to stop panicking, it was getting him nowhere
he needed to get rid of the body first and find out what was going on, but as if the world was against him, the door to his room jiggled and he breathed in sharply, eyes darting to the dead body on his bed
he knew it could only be one person, only one person had direct access to his room, the only other person who stayed in the mansion with him
for a split second he wanted to hide the body, as if he could before the door would come open, as if he wasn't still paralyzed and shaking,
a million different thoughts played in his mind in that moment, what would she think?would she believe him? call the police?
he didn't know what to think and goddamn he was still shaking
she steps into the room, steps firm and doesn't even look at him, his heart beats into his ears so hard he thinks it'll burst
hey eyes immediately move to the bed as if pulled by a magnet, he expects her eyes to widen in horror? surprise?
what he doesn't expect is for her usually bright eyes to settle on the marred lifeless body on the bed without so much as a flicker of emotion on her face
his mouth hangs open
"lou, Louise " he stutters out, and slowly her eyes drag to him, he holds his breath the entire time, unable to speak
her eyes roam over him, lingering on the blood on his hand and when all she does is raise an eyebrow and sigh
Christian knows he's a step away from loosing his damn mind
"not again" he hears her whisper as she takes quick stride towards him and he has the strongest urge to scuffle to the back away from her approaching steps, mind completely fried and fogged by his fear and confusion
but her words replay in his head till its a mantra and when his gaze snaps to her again, she's a foot away from him, keeping the space inbetween like she knows he needs it to breathe
even when her lack of reaction scares him more than anything at the moment
the look in her eyes is sad, but they're knowing and Christian is almost afraid to ask what he does next
but surprisingly he finds his voice
"what do you mean " he breathes out, eyes darting from the dead woman on his bed to Louise who is still keeping her eyes on him like he's the most fascinating thing in the room when there's a dead body right there and isn't phased by all the blood on him
she breathes out heavily and her eyes dart all over his face, but she seems to make a decision in that moment as her eyes come to settle on his
"this isn't the first time Chris, you've done this before, you've just never been awake long enough to know "
his heart stutters and he looks at her like she's gone mad, like she's the anomaly in the room
"excuse me?" he asks again and it's a miracle he can still speak
mind momentarily distracted from the chaos around him to focus on Louise face and the hesitant but firm set to her jaw
" you do this once in three months, and everytime you do you pass out immediately, I clean up the mess before you wake up, usually with no memory of what happened " she adds in a small voice not meeting his eyes and he staggers on his feet,
her words echoing in his ear till its like a speaker on repeat, the world closes in around him and the last thing he sees is everything turning upside down before his world goes black
enjoyed writing this prompt, but sadly because it was just from the top of my head it ends here, but if you'd like for me to continue please let me know, maybe I'll consider making it into an actual story
.
© tonnaV
The scandal could ring the death of his career. The naked woman in his bed lay with unseeing eyes staring at him. He stood over her with a knife in his hand and no memory of who she was or why he had killed her...
Christian staggered on his feet, head spinning and hands shaking so violently that he had to tighten his grip on the knife to ground himself
the move brought his eyes back to the knife, soaked in blood, blood that wasn't his own, blood that didn't just cover the knife but also his hands, his sleeves, his shirt, it had somehow gotten on his face too,
he breathed in sharply before throwing the object to the ground like it had burned him
staggering so much on his feet that he ends up on the ground, long legs refusing to hold him up,
his hands fist at his hair, eyes wide in true terror, Christian had never been this scared before, not even when he decided to follow his father's footsteps and delve into the world of politics, not even when he faced all the threats to his life that came with that
he's still shaking and his eyes are closed tightly now, he can't remember how she got here, why he had killed her , he couldn't even for the life of him remember who she was
he tries to remember the events of the day, his meeting with the president, having lunch with his business partners, and blank, from there it's all blank and Christians life is about to end, his career is about to end and he's going to end up in jail
no! he couldn't let that happen, he'd come so far, he'd dragged himself up by his tooth and nail for him to go down like this, he can hide the body, he's a powerful man, he can make it disappear
his eyes unwillingly Drag back to the unmoving body on the bed and his hands pull tightly at his hair
this had to be some kind of nightmare, it couldn't be real, he tried to control his breathing, get himself to stop panicking, it was getting him nowhere
he needed to get rid of the body first and find out what was going on, but as if the world was against him, the door to his room jiggled and he breathed in sharply, eyes darting to the dead body on his bed
he knew it could only be one person, only one person had direct access to his room, the only other person who stayed in the mansion with him
for a split second he wanted to hide the body, as if he could before the door would come open, as if he wasn't still paralyzed and shaking,
a million different thoughts played in his mind in that moment, what would she think?would she believe him? call the police?
he didn't know what to think and goddamn he was still shaking
she steps into the room, steps firm and doesn't even look at him, his heart beats into his ears so hard he thinks it'll burst
hey eyes immediately move to the bed as if pulled by a magnet, he expects her eyes to widen in horror? surprise?
what he doesn't expect is for her usually bright eyes to settle on the marred lifeless body on the bed without so much as a flicker of emotion on her face
his mouth hangs open
"lou, Louise " he stutters out, and slowly her eyes drag to him, he holds his breath the entire time, unable to speak
her eyes roam over him, lingering on the blood on his hand and when all she does is raise an eyebrow and sigh
Christian knows he's a step away from loosing his damn mind
"not again" he hears her whisper as she takes quick stride towards him and he has the strongest urge to scuffle to the back away from her approaching steps, mind completely fried and fogged by his fear and confusion
but her words replay in his head till its a mantra and when his gaze snaps to her again, she's a foot away from him, keeping the space inbetween like she knows he needs it to breathe
even when her lack of reaction scares him more than anything at the moment
the look in her eyes is sad, but they're knowing and Christian is almost afraid to ask what he does next
but surprisingly he finds his voice
"what do you mean " he breathes out, eyes darting from the dead woman on his bed to Louise who is still keeping her eyes on him like he's the most fascinating thing in the room when there's a dead body right there and isn't phased by all the blood on him
she breathes out heavily and her eyes dart all over his face, but she seems to make a decision in that moment as her eyes come to settle on his
"this isn't the first time Chris, you've done this before, you've just never been awake long enough to know "
his heart stutters and he looks at her like she's gone mad, like she's the anomaly in the room
"excuse me?" he asks again and it's a miracle he can still speak
mind momentarily distracted from the chaos around him to focus on Louise face and the hesitant but firm set to her jaw
" you do this once in three months, and everytime you do you pass out immediately, I clean up the mess before you wake up, usually with no memory of what happened " she adds in a small voice not meeting his eyes and he staggers on his feet,
her words echoing in his ear till its like a speaker on repeat, the world closes in around him and the last thing he sees is everything turning upside down before his world goes black
enjoyed writing this prompt, but sadly because it was just from the top of my head it ends here, but if you'd like for me to continue please let me know, maybe I'll consider making it into an actual story
.
© tonnaV
