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Post by ruth on Dec 22, 2008 8:02:39 GMT -8
Ruth was walking through the grocery store, doing her weekly shopping, as usual. She was wearing all black, as she had since she was 18. Her hair was jet-black and she wore no makeup. The spine of a hardback book was sticking out of her small black purse.
She didn't need to buy much, since she lived alone. Her husband, Ricky, was a cop who had died three months ago that day. As she picked up her last item, her mind wandered down memory lane. It made her more depressed than usual.
And depression can drive some people crazy.
She noticed a tear rolling down her cheek as she headed for the checkout line. She wiped it and regained her serious expression. Little kids looked at her and clung to their parents.
She walked out into the parking lot, looking for her car, wishing that things would have been different...
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 22, 2008 9:24:53 GMT -8
Amy Lona cruised through the store. She still didn't feel so good, but she had needed to go into work to prep her case. She decided to leave early and had left a note for Marco, of whom was still sleeping when she left, and came to the store. She walked down the aisles aimlessly and found herself staring at pregnancy tests. Curious, she grabbed a package and went to the checkout line.
Having purchased them, she went to the ladies room and took two tests, one to confirm the other. She wasn't sick! She was pregnant. She nearly yelled out in joy, and decided that after work, she would call Marco and they would go out to dinner to celebrate, or she would sneak in and make dinner herself!
She walked out in the parking lot, past a woman, and said, "Excuse me," as she passed.
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Post by ruth on Dec 22, 2008 9:32:42 GMT -8
Ruth looked at the woman that had said "Excuse me."
She looks oddly familiar... Then it hit her. That's Marco's wife...what's her name? I think that's her, anyway.
Ruth got an idea...an insane idea, but she had to be sure this woman was who Ruth thought she was.
She put her bags in the car, and walked up to the woman.
"Hi," She said gently. "You wouldn't by any chance be Marco Arzabe's wife, would you?"
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 22, 2008 9:56:50 GMT -8
The woman that she had said "Excuse me" to had just walked up to Amy and asked if she was Marco's wife. Great, another fan girl, right? she said to herself.
"Yes, I am. May I help you?"
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Post by ruth on Dec 22, 2008 10:11:26 GMT -8
Perfect. I'll have my revenge on Marco, at least. Why should I be the only one with a miserable life. Marco made my life miserable all those years ago. Time to return the favor...
"My name is Ruth. I'm an old friend of Marco's. How is he doing?"
She still kept her fake-nice voice, so as not to arouse suspicion.
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 22, 2008 10:23:45 GMT -8
Amy blinked. No one told me about Ruth... Though she was too happy right now, she said, "He's doing great. Working a wonderful career, and he has two amazing daughters." She would have said more, but she stopped, looking at the time. "Oh, my, I should get going. It was nice talking to you." Then she turned her back on Ruth.
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Post by ruth on Dec 22, 2008 10:29:41 GMT -8
"Oh. Sounds perfect."
Great...He's got a perfect life, doesn't he? I guess I'd better change that...
When Amy turned her back on Ruth, she saw her chance. Ruth looked around. The parking lot was empty, except for the two of them.
She pulled a pistol out of her purse, and pressed it against Amy's back. Then, she dropped the fake-nice voice.
"Oh, you'll be going, all right. Walk to my car and get in. It's the black one over there." She pointed out her car and put the gun in her coat pocket, just in case someone came out.
"Get walking. Try anything funny, and I'll shoot," she hissed.
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 22, 2008 10:33:22 GMT -8
Amy felt the gun pressed against the small of her back and she held her breath, fighting back a scream. Or a kick at the girl. She stayed silent as she forced herself to go to the car as directed. "Why?" She asked in a quiet voice. Her mind was reeling at what she could do to get out of the situation. She opened the car door and climbed in. Right now there wasn't anything she could do.
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Post by ruth on Dec 22, 2008 10:46:35 GMT -8
Ruth was silent until they were both in the car. She started the car and drove.
"What, Marco didn't tell you about me? Quite a long time ago, Marco and I dated. He left me a month later....said I was "too dark and depressing for him"... Then, I met Ricky. He was perfect for me. Died three months ago today. He was a cop. Shot to death in an armed bank robbery...He was off duty, cashing a check."
Her voice cracked. "Then I find you and Marco have a perfect life. We'll see how perfect life will be..." She pulled up to her house, a small, blue house about a mile from the grocery store.
Holding the gun on Amy, she said, "Now, get out and go inside. It's unlocked. Once inside, sit down."
She then grabbed her three bags of groceries and waited for Amy to go.
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 22, 2008 10:54:09 GMT -8
"Gee, I wonder why..." Amy muttered under her breath after Ruth explained the reason behind Marco's leaving her. Though she had to sympathize about her husband's death. When she was told to go inside, she did so, and she sat down. She was staring at the table. "Why can't you just let go and move on?"
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Post by ruth on Dec 22, 2008 12:13:45 GMT -8
Ruth's eyes flashed with anger when Amy asked why she couldn't move on.
"There's nowhere to move on to," She snapped. "There were several times in my life when I was happy, but every time, life took away whatever made me happy...Marco was one."
As Ruth spoke, she had grabbed a length of rope from a drawer and started tying Amy up, starting with the ankles, then tying her arms by her sides.
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 22, 2008 19:49:54 GMT -8
"You can't be serious! You should know back then that Marco wasn't being serious in anything. The ONLY reason we became a couple was because I..we fell in love. We hadn't planned on it." Amy glared at the woman.
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Post by ruth on Dec 23, 2008 4:39:55 GMT -8
Ruth glared back at her as she finished tying Amy.
"Don't try and tell me about love," she hissed. "You can't begin to know the things I've felt, the things I've seen. Some were good, some so horrible that had it been anyone but me, they would have been driven insane."
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 23, 2008 6:48:13 GMT -8
Amy couldn't hold it. She laughed. "If it were anyone but you, they'd be driven insane, huh? Don't you think maybe you ARE insane?!" She felt the rope and said, "This is a bit tight."
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Post by ruth on Dec 23, 2008 6:51:05 GMT -8
"I'm going to PRETEND I didn't hear that." Ruth loosened the rope a little.
"That better?" She said sarcastically.
She then put the gun back in her purse, yet still in reach, sat on the couch and started reading her book.
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