"Are you okay?" he asked me "You were screaming"
"I. . . I. . .” I swallowed “I was testing out a dialogue" I lied.
Akin smiled, I could see him mentally chucking the incident up as one of the many eccentricities of a writer.
"Ah, so was that your character being killed" he asked, drawing me into an embrace.
"Sorta. . . it was also me fighting my inner demons. An exorcism of sorts" my voice muffled into his chest.
"Demons, murders and exorcism. . . Tell me again why I'm with you?"
"I bring excitement into your life" I replied raising my head from his chest to look up at him. "Without me, you'd live a boring Accountant life, where numbers and balance sheet was all the fun you'll have"
"Ah! I remember now" he smiled and slowly leaned in for a kiss. I met him half way.
God! I love him with every fiber of my being. I'm grateful for him; he always managed to pull me from the edge. When we finally broke apart, he grabbed my hand leading me out the door.
"Come on, I'll cook you dinner”
"I haven't finished the. . . “I half protested.
"It can wait, right now you need food. How can commit a murder on an empty stomach?" He joked
"I don't think I want to anymore" the words tumbled out of my mouth.
"Do what? Eat?"
"No. . . murder. I don't think I want to do it" I repeated in a small voice. "It's sick, it's morbid. . . It's insane"
Akin turned to face me. Surprise written on his face
"Sweetie, you aren't really doing it. You are writing about it, it's all fiction"
“I know, I know” Actually I didn’t know anything anymore. This book was bringing something in me. . . something I don’t think I like.
“Oyin, you have been blessed with an imagination to spin tales. . . tales, people like me who see the world only in numbers, can lose ourselves in. Don’t begrudge us of that. . .” he said giving me a lost puppy dog look. I smiled and pushed him out the door
“Oh alright, feed me. Give me strength to maim; torture and kill” I replied in my best Igor voice
“At your service my gentle murderess”
An hour later, I curled up on the loveseat and I watched my husband pour himself a glass of wine. I had declined; I needed a clear head if I wanted to finish up the chapter. He joined me on the chair.
“I called the travel agent. How does
“Like heaven” I replied.
“I thought so. I’ve asked him to make it next Tuesday; will you be done by then?”
“Yes” I wasn’t sure but I couldn’t tell him that. We’d already changed our vacation plans 3 times because of my book.
“Good” He replied and took a sip of his wine. Well, that was that, I guess. Maybe having a deadline will motivate me into completing the chapter.
“Okay, I guess that’s my cue to get back to work” I said getting up and headed to my study.
“Here’s to a lovely killing” he toasted behind me and I laughed without looking back.
Once in the study, I paused. . . as if to make sure HE wasn’t there. Of course, he wouldn’t be he’s in your head stupid. I sat behind my desk and picked up the pen I had abandoned earlier. I read the last words I had written and then crossed it out. No, killing a man while he slept was too cowardly.
I began to write again. . .
She walked into the room; he was standing by the window, his back to her. She took out the gun
I stopped and then changed the gun to knife.
She took out the knife from where she hid it under her blouse. It felt right in her hand. Two more and she stood behind him. Should she call out to him or should she give him the gift of dying without knowing what hit him? Nah, she wanted to see the surprise in his face as the knife pierced through his flesh into his heart.
“Hey” she said softly.
He turned, his mouth widening into a smile which immediately turned into shock and surprise as the knife cut straight into his heart. She pulled it out and plunged again and again and again and again until he was lying on his back.
“Why? He asked as blood bubbled out of his mouth.
“I have to” she replied “I have to” she repeated over and over again.
“Well done!?” A voice cheered
I took a deep breath and stepped away from him. . . from Akin, who now lay on the floor with his shirt soaked in blood. I dropped the knife and wiped the sweat on my face with my bloody hands.
“Told you I could” I panted. “You see, you were wrong. I loved him and I killed him”
“That you did luv, that you did it. You killed your lover! Didn’t think you had it in you but you proved me wrong”
“I am good. Say it . . . says it!” I screamed “Say it! Say it”
Newscaster
Last Night, Writer Oyin Akin-Martins was picked up for the murder of her husband Akin Martins. At this moment, the motive for the crime remains unclear. According to sources close to the police department, Mrs. Martins was found sitting by his body, saying “I am good” over and over again. She’s been transported to County Mental Institution for a psyche evaluation before she appears before the judge for bail hearing.
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