
The Three, Part One
She lay there, motionless. He slowly pulled the blanket down until it was to her ankles. Her pregnant belly stuck out from beneath her black sweater. He looked down at his right hand, the one clutching the butcher knife.
"Go on," a male voice behind him prodded him. "Get rid of her and you can get rid of us."
That was his baby growing inside of Lisa. What was she to him? Hardly a girlfriend. Not a love. Way back, she was a warm body. There once was a great and violent attraction. And now she is somebody he despises. But he was putting off telling her the end was here until after the birth.
"Have we ever lied to you before," a female voice asked him.
Sharc laughed. "Plenty of times. I don't do shit for you anymore."
"Didn't you notice that when she came into your life, WE came into your life," the male voice asked him.
"You aren't here," Sharc said turning around, expecting to see two familiar faces. But there was no one there.
"She is going to find out," the female voice came from behind him again, spinning Sharc around to find…
Nothing, still.
"This isn't her fault. This is the fault of one person. And I'll deal with him whenever I see his face again. He is the man who will be on the end of this knife. Not Lisa."
"She'll have you put in a mental institution. We've warned you of that, haven't we," the woman asked. "She has tormented you. She has beaten you bloody. She doesn't give a shit if you're alive, dead or locked away as good as dead. Stab her before she stabs you. You little fucking loser. Or else you're nothing but a failure. You're pathetic. Stab her you pathetic little nothing."
That was when he ran for the door, violently turned the knob and sent the door crashing against the wall as he ran out of the room and out of the house.
Lisa woke up right when the door hit the wall. She looked around, confused, hearing footsteps and, voices? Or was it just one?
Then she heard a car start up outside and speed off. She reached over for Sharc. He wasn't there.
Where the hell was he going, she wondered.
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