Tears of Crimson

“You bitch.” An evil smile appears on his disturbing face. “You are the reason why your brother is dead. If you weren’t such a slut, Jeremiah would still be alive.” He stands up and slowly makes his way towards Faith. Faith takes a few steps back to widen the closing gap between them. Her maneuver is broken when she backs into a chair. He is so close now. She can smell the alcohol on his breath. With his gaining closeness, Faith is cornered.

“I didn’t kill Jeremiah.”

“Of course not, your fucking boyfriend did you tramp! If you hadn’t been flirting with him at your mother’s funeral this wouldn’t have happened! The shithead wasn’t even invited to the reception. But being the slut that you are, you ‘had’ to invite him! You practically threw yourself on him!” Faith cringes from the insults.

“Why do you care if Jeremiah is dead?! You never loved him or my mother!”

“Why you little cunt!” Frank grabs Faith by the hair. She moans in pain. He drags her to the bed and shoves her onto it face down. “I’m going to make you pay for that, Little Lady!” He forcefully flips her onto her back.

“No!” Faith screams. He smacks her across the cheek. Too stunned to say a word, Faith grabs the side of her face that is now throbbing from the impact. He covers her mouth with his hand. Her screams for help are muffled. She starts to flail her arms and legs. Frank uncovers her m and and pins her arms above her head with one hand. He holds down her legs with his knees, sending a sharp pain up her thighs. “You fucker! Get off of me!” Frank removes one of his socks and shoves it into Faith’s mouth. She refrains from gagging.

“If you say another damn word I swear I will cut your throat!” Frank threatens while removing a knife from his hind pocket. “Don’t act like you don’t want it. I see the way you look at me! Well, now I’m going to give wha what you’ve been pleading for. You are such a shit, Faith, wanting to fuck your mother’s husband. Well, now you have that chance. I’m going to make it hurt so you feel your brother’s pain!” He pushes her skirt up and rips off her underwear. “Look at these panties. What would your mother saout out these, hmm?”

He starts to unbuckle his pants. Finding it difficult to pull down his jeans with one hand, he lets go of Faith’s arms. Faith takes the rtunrtunity to punch Frank in the nose as hard as her tiny hand will allow. “Son of a bitch!” He grabs his nose while letting up on Faith’s knees. He is not fully off but it is just enough for Faith to send him flying off the bed and onto the floor. Faith spits out the sock and runs past Frank and into the kitchen. She grabs a knife and turns around to see Frank getting up from the floor.

“If you take one more step, Frank, I will kill you.” Frank stands up and turns to face Faith. He starts to laugh.

“You are just like your mother, so brave yet so stupid. Do you really think that you can kill me? Do you really think you can compete with my strength?” His laughter deepens as Faith’s expression turns to rage. She runs at him full speed. Being the klutz that she is, she trips on one of his shoes. She holds the knife as tightly as she can while she plummets to the floor. He slowly walks over to her with a smug smile. “You are pathetic.”

Faith knows that she has an advantage over Frank that he is not aware of. Faith fell on her butt and she is facing Frank. She could swipe the legs out from under him the second he takes one step closer. Faith knows just how to get him to take that one last step. “You are the one that is pathetic, asshole! You lived off of my mother’s income from the day you said ‘I do’. You are nothing but scum!” Her plan works perfectly as rage engulfs his body and he grants Faith that one last step.

With a blink of an eye Frank is on the floor. Faith positions herself on her knees. He is too surprised to react. She thrusts the knife into his fat thigh. He screams a bloodcurdling cry. As fast as she had drove it in she retrieves it, causing him even more pain. She thrusts it into his other thigh. Again, his scream is heard throughout the hotel. This is exactly what Faith was praying for; a cry so loud that it is heard throughout. It is now a matter of seconds. Just to be safe, she drives the blade further into his flesh. He clenches his teeth and hands.

Faith hears the sound of banging as she holds the knife in place. It is a bellhop knocking on the door. “Help!” Faith cries. He opens the door and rushes in with security in tow.

“What in the hell is going on?” They ask as they glance at Faith and Frank.

“H-he tried to rape me,” Faith stutters.

“Call 911,” one of the security guards replies. The bellhop rushes to Faith while the guards remove the knife and cuff Frank.

“Do you know this man?” One of the guards questions her.

“Yes, he is my stepfather.” The three of them strike Faith a surprised glance.

“Your stepfather?” The bellhop repeats while helping her off of the floor.

“Yes.”

“You poor thing.” He walks to the bathroom and grabs a towel for Faith’s bloody hands.

As he hands the towel to Faith the police and rescue rush in. While the rescue helps to stop the profuse bleeding of Frank’s wounds, the police question Faith.

“The guards tell me this is your stepfather?” They question.

“Yes, that is correct.”

“What is his name?”

“Frank Landry,” Faith replies.

“Now, can you tell me exactly what happened?”

Faith explains what happened while the bellhop drapes a blanket over her shocked body. The policeman writes down her every word.

“Is that everything? Sometimes when a traumatic event happens it is hard to recall every detail. At the time of questioning the little details may not seem very important but are crucial.”

“I am positive that that is everything.”

He nods while writing down more of Faith’s words. “Do you have any family to contact?”

“No-” she pauses. “Yes, actually I do. He is in Rhode Island Hospital right now, in critical condition.”

He nods and continues to write down her statements word for word. “Can I have your full name and age, address, and phone number please?”

“Faith Marie Walsh, 25, and I am temporarily living here until I find myself an apartment.”

He looks at Faith surprisingly. “A person of your age can afford that?”

“Insurance money is paying for it. I just lost my mother and my brother.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. You’ve been through quite a journey these past couple of days, haven’t you?”

“Yes, sadly I have.”

“We are going to have to assign you a different room. This is now a crime scene. Thank you very much for your time, Ms. Walsh. I am sorry four lur loss. Good luck with everything.” He extends his hand and Faith accepts. The police and rescue team leave while Faith packs her belongings.

The bellhop leaves to get Faith another room. He returns five minutes later. “Your new room is 304. Let me carry those bags for you.” He grabs the suitcases from Faith’s hands. He gestures for her to follow him. They walk into the hall where the police await her departure. They step onto the elevator and the bellhop asks her to press the button labeled ‘III’.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Ms. Walsh.”

As nice as it was of him to say such a thing, Faith is tired of hearing it. “Thank you.” Faith’s voice is soft.

“My manager informed me that we will pay for your entire visit. He aske to to tell you to save your money for a nice apartment.”

“That is very kind of him. Let him know that I am greatly appreciative.” The elevator lets out a soft ding as they reach the third floor. They step off and onto firm ground.

“This way, Madame.” Faith follows his lead and within a few steps they reach room 304. He opens the door and places the suitcases down. He flicks the light on. “As traumatizing as it has been please try and achieve a goodnights rest, Ms. Walsh. We will send you a complimentary breakfast around eleven a.m.”

Faith expects him to exit at those words but he does not. It dawns on her that he is waiting for a tip. “Oh, how rude of me.” She turns for her purse but he stops her.

“Madame, you misunderstood my meaning.” He takes her hand and kisses it gently. Faith blushes. He exits, leaving a very stunned Faith by herself.

She sighs. She glances at the digital clock beside her king size bed. It reads 11:00.

Faith picks up her bags and places them on the bed. She catches glance of herself in a nearby mirror. She looks like hell. “Might as well take a shower, it has been a stressful day.”

A/N: Do you like? Please review! Thanks to all that have! You are where I get my motivation!