Battered by Fate: A Chaotic Respite

He met the last person he wanted to at that point—a local guard or policeman, maybe he didn’t know who he was because he wasn’t a local resident there but he could make it out from his attire.

Oh no, I’m fine just a bit tired, his voice was cracking, lips freezing but he was sweating despite the freezing weather. And this? the man in the uniform pointed towards the wide open blood stains.

Oh that! That’s nothing much! My wife’s preparing quite a feast today! So had to deliver some fresh flesh! Can’t say a no to her! He tried being cheerful and faking a smile, he got up, cleaned himself up, and tried to walk away.

Obviously, he didn’t want to spend a jolly evening with that police guy after the incident back in Monica’s house. Aye that ain’t legal in here, how could you do that? You’re in some trouble buddy!

He stood there, thinking, analyzing. Thinking why did he make up this flesh-blood thing but he couldn’t have told about the serial killer thing either—it wouldn’t have been smart, obviously.

Gazing at the guy, he stood there thinking what could be done now. Yeah, obviously, I know, just kidding! He smiled and nodded. I have to get out of this disaster before it worsens. He thought.

Running Time!

Running like a madman, not afraid of getting lost, not afraid of dying, because he had seen death. He had seen it all.

Fuck! His pants torn, knee scraped, and actual blood. He was bleeding, bleeding badly. Some thorny rock or a bush, but whatever it was, it had wounded him badly. Bad enough that he couldn’t walk anymore.

Resting his back on a rock, lying back, trying to position his leg, trying, hard, to stop the ever-increasing blood flow. He searched his pockets for a cigarette but wait, no lighter.

Lying there, looking into the empty sky, feeling lost, tears flowing down his eyes. Thinking about the love of his life and what she was making him do. Thinking about what he was going to do next, all the thoughts hitting each other hard in that restless mind of his. He wanted this drama to come to an end.

He had his plans to get out of this, but now, he was caught up in an ugly situation. A situation which he couldn’t walk away from, literally, due to the broken leg. He had to call Monica now; there wasn’t any other option. He couldn’t trust anyone in such a scenario, and this is what he did.

Desperation

Somehow took the phone out of his worn-out, blood-covered pants, turned the screen on. 16 text messages, 2 voicemail. Monica it was.

Some police guy is thundering at the door! You got an explanation, You told somebody.

This was followed by a chain of absurd allegations and desperate texts showing the helpless, angry condition Monica was in. He was being blamed. The last text read:

He is in here! He broke the door! He hasn’t said a word! Oh my god he’s searching the house and is asking for the dead body! I trusted you.

Dammit! he said quietly, pressing his hands up against his head. To be continued.

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Akshit Arora’s response to “regret” Shefali Naidu’s response to missing something in the previous post

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