The Assassin's Surrender VIIII

Chapter 1: DrowningApril              "…is that what you want? Do you want me to cut his throat?" The man calls out as he holds one of the boys suspended from the ceiling. Bile gathers in my throat, and my tiny body shudders as I see blood run down the child's battered body. Eyes wide, I let the tears run down my face and swallow my sobs as the man slides the gleaming blad across the boy's cheek. Blood trails down his cheek with every stroke. Crossing my skinny arms in front of my chest, I let my soiled tresses fold over me like a blanket. My heart beats rapidly against my flat chest as I wait for him to make the final cut.              I know that I should close my eyes, but he won't let me. There will be consequences if I do. Don't get it twisted; I'm not worried for myself. In fact, it would be sweet relief i

April              “What the fuck were you thinking, April!” Micah yells out as he paces back and forth within the confines of my small apartment.              Once they processed my information, the cops called Sophia, who in turn called Micah because she couldn’t leave their daughter Ali home alone.              I don’t think I’ve ever seen Micah as angry as he was the moment he walked through the precint doors. I guess it’s because I might have promised not to get in a fight the last time that I was arrested.              As we make our way out of the precint, Micah silently seethes. I cringe at the face of his disappointment. I hate that I’m ruining e

April              It has been two days since Connor dropped me off at home and, I have yet to get control of my emotions. He’s so damn sexy and infuriating at the same time.              Thankfully, the bruises have faded, so I can go back to wearing crop tops.              As soon as I walk into Sweet Perfect, Maleah gives me a concerned frown. “Hey, April, how are you? I forgot to ask about Micah bringing you home the other night.”              I nod my head. “I’m fine. I just got into a bit of trouble.”              Her brow furrows with concern. “Oh, okay. Is there anything I ca

              April              Connor’s bed is extremely comfortable, but I might as well be sleeping on top of a pile of stones, considering I can’t fall asleep. Seeing that sleep is going to evade me, I turn on Connor’s mounted television. The thing is huge. It pretty much takes up the whole wall.              As I’m flipping through channels, the news comes on. At first, I don’t make anything of it until one of the newscasters begins discussing a homicide. I wouldn’t have made a big deal about it if the person's name didn’t ring a bell. Heart pounding wildly, I listed as the gorgeous reporter discusses the death of Billy Darbin              This is Ellen

April                            I look at my buzzing phone and roll my eyes with annoyance when I see an unknown number. Taking it in hand, I tap ignore and let it go to voicemail. Over the past couple of months, I’ve been getting these phone calls, but no one responds when I answer them. Instead, I hear someone’s deep breaths sifting through my ears. No thanks!               I’ve also been seeing some weird shit around the outside of my apartment. There was another bloody doll on my doorstep a couple of days ago. I just don’t know what to make of it, so I ignore it.               Looking up, I hear the ring of Sweet Perfect’s hanging doorbell, warning me that someone is coming in.   &