Kiss me, Kill me

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drama / Fiction / mystery

Chapter Nine

A knock at the door startled Lucy, who was watching a movie on the couch. Luke was working late and she was feeling uncomfortable and lonely. She opened the front door, cautiously and there was Kenny, standing on the porch holding a hot bag of Chinese food. The smell wafted through the doorframe and Lucy hugged Kenny tightly.

“How did you know I was craving Chinese food?” She asked as they made their way into the kitchen.

“Well, I texted Luke, just checking in on you and he told me to feed you. He said he’d be working late tonight and that you’re bored, feeling super pregnant, and lonely. Chinese food and a good movie can cure anything,” Kenny said with a grin.

“Thank you…you’re the best,” she exclaimed. Her eyes were sparkling beneath shimmery eye shadow and her lips were a soft shade of mauve.

They watched old movies, ate Chinese food, and talked about the latest news in Lucy’s life. She played with her hair, which was wavy and loose. Lucy was similar to a drama television show, or an old, Hollywood movie filled with intrigue. She told Kenny she was having a boy, Luke was working harder (and later) than ever, there were always two policemen posted up at her house, and Omisha wasn’t backing down. Detective Jones was working night and day on the case but was angry over the lack of results. Kenny was horrified to hear about the fall and was overwhelmed with emotions. Lucy ate a piece of broccoli but suddenly lost her appetite. She couldn’t even talk about Omisha without becoming nauseous. She held her baby bump and thought about the baby boy inside of her; she knew her job was now to protect her child, above anything else. Luke returned home around midnight and Kenny was asleep on the couch. He had put Lucy to bed hours earlier, but it didn’t feel right leaving until Luke was home. Luke woke him up and thanked him for being there for Lucy, and for feeding her dinner. Kenny smiled and shook his hand.

Luke crawled into bed with the love of his life and wrapped his arms around her. He placed his hand on her belly and kissed her shoulder. In the middle of the night, Lucy awoke from a terrifying nightmare, waking Luke. He held her until she was able to fall back asleep, but the gruesome images from her sleepy mind lingered. The nightmare was of their baby being born, Lucy waking up to feed him, and finding that both him and Luke were gone. She found a bloody hallway, but no sign of her loved ones. It was impossible to shake the negative feelings from her gut. The active baby boy inside of her kicked and she jumped. Luke held her stomach and eventually, Lucy drifted off into a normal sleep.

The next night Luke didn’t work as late, but Lucy wasn’t feeling well. She was in her third trimester and the baby’s arrival was fast approaching. She took pain medication approved by her doctor and laid down on the couch. The Titanic was playing loudly in the background and someone was at the front door, knocking. Lucy assumed Luke was already home, but he wasn’t. She was too dizzy to stand up and the medication made her drowsy; she fell asleep. Before she passed out she smelled a scent which was all too familiar…the same scent that always linked her mind to Omisha. Luke returned home to the front door being slightly opened, which immediately panicked him. He barged inside and the animals were both asleep on the couch. He called for his wife, but there was no reply; Luke walked upstairs and noticed the light to their bedroom was on. As he entered the room he could feel the air change around him, as if he was entering into a dark space. The color left his skin when he found Lucy lying on the floor next to the bed, covered in blood. Her wrist was cut open and she was unconscious. Luke found a piece of metal on the floor beside her, but the thought of his pregnant wife slitting her own wrist baffled and alarmed him. He called for an ambulance and held her in his lap until the paramedics arrived. The policemen who were posted up at the house rushed inside and Luke wanted to choke them both with his bare hands. They said the night had been quiet and they heard nothing. Luke shook his head and took a deep breath.

The paramedics rushed Lucy and Luke to the hospital, and Detective Jones was meeting them there. Lucy didn’t wake up until hours later, but luckily the baby was safe. She appeared at first sight to have lost more blood than she actually did, but her husband had returned home just in time. If he had worked later, like usual, she could’ve bled out. She was crying uncontrollably and Luke was trying desperately to comfort her. She looked confused and scared. Detective Jones sat beside them, needing to question Lucy.

“Lucy, my dear, what happened?” Detective Jones asked. Luke sat there quietly, listening.

“I was in a lot of pain today, so I took medication approved by my doctor. The medicine makes me tired and I’ve already been dealing with dizziness from the pregnancy. I laid down on the couch and fell asleep, but the last thing I remember is a knock at the door. I never answered it because I thought Luke had already come home,” Lucy told Detective Jones. Luke looked concerned.

“A knock at the door? What time did you hear a knock?” Detective Jones asked.

“It was around seven thirty. I remember smelling that scent again, the one that reminds me of Omisha. I fell asleep and I don’t know what happened after that,” Lucy replied.

“Babe, are you sure you heard a knock?” Luke questioned.

“Yes, I’m sure. It was loud and the animals reacted to it,” she said firmly.

“The men on duty tonight at your house heard nothing and they saw no one. Lucy, the medication knocked you out. I know this is hard, but were you feeling overwhelmed or depressed today?” Detective Jones pursued.

“No, I wasn’t depressed. I was in a good mood. Why are you asking me if I was depressed?” She snapped.

“There was a metal piece on the floor beside you, where Luke found you. Your wrist had been sliced open Lucy. You could’ve died and the baby is very lucky to still be alive due to the trauma you endured tonight,” Detective Jones remarked.

“Listen, I have been through more pain than anyone I know. I didn’t cut my own wrist and lay there, ready to die. This baby is my son and I would never do anything to jeopardize this pregnancy or his fragile life. Omisha has taken so much from me and to think you’re even a little shocked as to what happened tonight disturbs me,” Lucy yelled.

“Lucy, I love you and I know you as a person. I know our son is important to you and you’re the strongest person I know, but tonight was odd and what happened was concerning. No one is mad at you or blaming you for anything. You’ve been through way too much and that is why Detective Jones thought you may have hurt yourself, while dosed with the medication,” Luke explained. She was furious but her eyes were tired.

“I didn’t hurt myself. I know I didn’t. Oh, and the baby’s name is Caleb. I decided on the name this morning,” Lucy told Luke and Detective Jones before locking herself in the bathroom. Tears poured out of her eyes.

Luke knew she was beyond upset and he felt bad for even thinking she’d hurt herself. Detective Jones sat there, puzzled. The cops had heard nothing, but Omisha always went undetected. There was never a trace left behind, which was the most frustrating part of the investigation. Lucy returned to her hospital bed and Luke took her hand in his. He gazed into her eyes and knew she was telling the truth. He apologized for doubting her, even for a second, but he was scared of losing her and the baby. She understood, but she was exhausted and angry. Lucy’s doctor walked into the room and glared at Detective Jones.

“Lucy is as stable as they come, Detective. I sent her blood work out for testing, but she is not someone who would harm herself or her unborn child. Please, go easy on her. She is too far along in her pregnancy to feel high anxiety, because that could lead to serious complications,” her doctor said to Detective Jones, with intense force. Lucy sat there feeling protected and honored. She was in good hands. Luke looked at Lucy and smiled. He believed her, always.

“Doctor, I know she is your patient and in your constant care, but I am in charge of an ongoing investigation and I’m trying really hard to save Lucy’s life.”

“In all due respect Detective Jones, stressing Lucy out at this stage isn’t saving her life or helping your investigation,” her doctor responded.

“I understand and I will check in on Lucy tomorrow, when she’s home. I’m sorry for upsetting you Lucy,” Detective Jones said before leaving.

The doctor hugged Lucy and told her to rest; she could go home in the morning. Luke curled up with a blanket in one of the hospital chairs, like he had before and dreamt of a world without Omisha. Lucy awoke in the morning and her husband was reading the paper. He kissed her and gave her a cozy hug.

“Lucy, I am so sorry. I know you’re stable and would never harm yourself. Omisha is responsible for this, but we need to figure out how,” Luke spoke.

“The last thing Omisha wrote to me made it clear that I would end up looking like the crazy one, and that I’d look hot in a straight jacket,” Lucy sighed.

“Omisha must’ve snuck by the police…I told Detective Jones the door was left open,” Luke responded.

“I feel an end coming. I think Omisha is running out of steam,” Lucy said.

“God, I hope so. I need you and our Caleb to be safe.”

Lucy returned home and for the first time in a long time she was no longer scared…she was determined. She was going to find out who Omisha was, no matter how painful the journey. She knew it was someone who was a little too close for comfort, and Detective Jones was becoming irritated and mentally exhausted. The established detective had finally met a criminal he wasn’t smarter than. Lucy sat up late at night pouring through text messages, photographs, and searching for cologne/perfume brands that could possibly connect to Omisha’s scent. She read every note left by Omisha and compared them to famous writers, movie quotes, and messages from people she was close with. She began thinking further and harder than she had before, and tracking Omisha from the beginning. Something set Omisha off and placed Lucy on the monster’s game board.

She thought back to the death of Liam, Kenny’s arrest, and everything else that occurred. She met Luke and the love she felt for him definitely increased Omisha’s intensity and attacks. But, Omisha never killed Luke…only Liam. Did the killer have a certain level of respect for Luke? As Lucy looked through likes on her social media sites her stomach tightened up. She stood up to go to the bathroom and then, her water broke…

She yelled for Luke and although excited for Caleb’s arrival, she wasn’t nervous. She took a moment to get changed, curl her hair, and grab extra hospital essentials. Luke was frantic, naturally and incredibly excited. His son was coming! They headed to the hospital and Luke held her hand the entire way there.

“I’m so excited to meet you, baby boy,” Lucy whispered as they pulled into the hospital parking lot.


The Author

Hi loves, I'm a New Jersey writer, published author, and blogger with an immense passion for love, lifestyle, and drama. I'm the luckiest mama in the world to Greyson Bryce and my heart belongs to Andrew. The Greyson Diaries, an ongoing blog series is based off of my daily experiences as a young mom and my love for my son. I’ve worked in the fashion/marketing industry since age sixteen, which drives my passion for fashion, design, and creativity. I published a book (Deployed) that I wrote while I was still in high school dealing with boys, tears, parties, and gossip and I blossomed into a blogger and a more developed writer. I don't blog to impress...I blog to inspire. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here. Xo Instagram: lizziemognoni Email:

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