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The drive takes a long time, made even longer by Tracy's continuous chatter.
I don't like her. I probably never will, but I need her to perform the surgery that will save Melinda's life. After that she can go to hell for all I care.
"How much longer?" Tracy asks in her snide tone that makes me grip the wheel even harder. She's an annoying bitch, but a damm good surgeon nonetheless, something she doesn't let anyone within a two mile radius forget. For a second I fantasize splitting her head open with a crowbar. It'll be nice to switch her with Greg. Cut the bitch's heart out instead, if she has one.
Did I mention how much I hate her?
"Just around the bend," I tell her. "And then we can get to work."
The words are barely out of my mouth when the cottage comes into view. Outside Shannon and Melinda are waiting, and it brings tears to my eyes. Melinda looks so frail that I just want to run up and hug her even before I stop the car.
After we tied up Greg, I went back to Shannon and told her everything. Best friend to the end, she hugged me and offered to help. She knew she'd be commiting murder. She didn't care. Instead she drove up here while I followed in Greg's car.
When I step out of the car I give my daughter a big hug, careful not to pull on the tubes that are still keeping her alive. Then I nod to Shannon and Tracy, and they all go inside to wait for me.
I open the trunk. Greg stares up at me, accusations in his eyes.
"Melinda is my daughter," I begin to explain, not that it matters. In a few hours Greg will be dead, and nothing will ease my guilt. But I still feel like I have to explain myself to him.
"I got pregnant in high school, and before I could decide my parents gave her up for adoption, just like that. I pretended that it was the best decision for everyone, and I poured myself in my work.
"Then a few months ago she found me. This beautiful girl was my daughter! I couldn't believe it. I couldn't have been happier. But she found me to say her good byes. She was sick, and the doctors had very little hope that they could find a heart in time."
I look up at the sun. I should be going in soon. "I couldn't accept that, so I admitted her in the hospital and did my own research, and when that didn't work, I started searching through the employee files. You were a perfect match.
"I asked you to meet me in that hospital to kill you. What you saw was my partners trying to stop me. Tracy, the bitch, took it as an opportunity to cheat me. If I didn't remember who I was, I couldn't remember the big chunk of money I had paid her," I shake my head. "She has no alliances but herself. Maybe I'll kill her too."
I lean in to kiss Greg on the cheek. He squirms away from me. "I'm sorry, I like you, but I love my daughter more. After this we're going somewhere where no one will find us, and build a new life."
I take a needle out of my pocket. "This will put you to sleep. I promise you it wont hurt a bit. It's the least I can do."
I inject him in the arm. Slowly I can see his eyes glaze over. He tries to fight the heavy fog, but I know what that's like. He has no chance.
"Sweet dreams," I whisper. And then he goes under.
The End
I don't like her. I probably never will, but I need her to perform the surgery that will save Melinda's life. After that she can go to hell for all I care.
"How much longer?" Tracy asks in her snide tone that makes me grip the wheel even harder. She's an annoying bitch, but a damm good surgeon nonetheless, something she doesn't let anyone within a two mile radius forget. For a second I fantasize splitting her head open with a crowbar. It'll be nice to switch her with Greg. Cut the bitch's heart out instead, if she has one.
Did I mention how much I hate her?
"Just around the bend," I tell her. "And then we can get to work."
The words are barely out of my mouth when the cottage comes into view. Outside Shannon and Melinda are waiting, and it brings tears to my eyes. Melinda looks so frail that I just want to run up and hug her even before I stop the car.
After we tied up Greg, I went back to Shannon and told her everything. Best friend to the end, she hugged me and offered to help. She knew she'd be commiting murder. She didn't care. Instead she drove up here while I followed in Greg's car.
When I step out of the car I give my daughter a big hug, careful not to pull on the tubes that are still keeping her alive. Then I nod to Shannon and Tracy, and they all go inside to wait for me.
I open the trunk. Greg stares up at me, accusations in his eyes.
"Melinda is my daughter," I begin to explain, not that it matters. In a few hours Greg will be dead, and nothing will ease my guilt. But I still feel like I have to explain myself to him.
"I got pregnant in high school, and before I could decide my parents gave her up for adoption, just like that. I pretended that it was the best decision for everyone, and I poured myself in my work.
"Then a few months ago she found me. This beautiful girl was my daughter! I couldn't believe it. I couldn't have been happier. But she found me to say her good byes. She was sick, and the doctors had very little hope that they could find a heart in time."
I look up at the sun. I should be going in soon. "I couldn't accept that, so I admitted her in the hospital and did my own research, and when that didn't work, I started searching through the employee files. You were a perfect match.
"I asked you to meet me in that hospital to kill you. What you saw was my partners trying to stop me. Tracy, the bitch, took it as an opportunity to cheat me. If I didn't remember who I was, I couldn't remember the big chunk of money I had paid her," I shake my head. "She has no alliances but herself. Maybe I'll kill her too."
I lean in to kiss Greg on the cheek. He squirms away from me. "I'm sorry, I like you, but I love my daughter more. After this we're going somewhere where no one will find us, and build a new life."
I take a needle out of my pocket. "This will put you to sleep. I promise you it wont hurt a bit. It's the least I can do."
I inject him in the arm. Slowly I can see his eyes glaze over. He tries to fight the heavy fog, but I know what that's like. He has no chance.
"Sweet dreams," I whisper. And then he goes under.
The End
5.10.2009
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I walk around my apartment.
Every little thing, every piece of furniture, every picture hanging on the wall sparks a memory, and soon I'm overwhelmed. Its as if every memory was a punch in the gut, and soon I stood in the living room again with tears in my eyes.
"What's wrong?" Greg asks. He was tying Tracy to the chair like I asked him to. I had planned to ask her questions, to find out who were the bad guys.
But I'm the bad guy.
"Let her go," I tell him. "I remember everything."
"Oh my god that's amazing!"
"No it isn't. I didn't ask you to meet me that Saturday to help me. I wanted to kill you."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that Melinda is not a patient of mine. She's my daughter. And she needs a heart transplant. Yours."
Before he can react, Tracy hits him above the head with a heavy vase, and he goes down just as quickly.
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
"What now?" Tracy asks.
"We get Melinda."
Every little thing, every piece of furniture, every picture hanging on the wall sparks a memory, and soon I'm overwhelmed. Its as if every memory was a punch in the gut, and soon I stood in the living room again with tears in my eyes.
"What's wrong?" Greg asks. He was tying Tracy to the chair like I asked him to. I had planned to ask her questions, to find out who were the bad guys.
But I'm the bad guy.
"Let her go," I tell him. "I remember everything."
"Oh my god that's amazing!"
"No it isn't. I didn't ask you to meet me that Saturday to help me. I wanted to kill you."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that Melinda is not a patient of mine. She's my daughter. And she needs a heart transplant. Yours."
Before he can react, Tracy hits him above the head with a heavy vase, and he goes down just as quickly.
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
"What now?" Tracy asks.
"We get Melinda."
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