He doesn’t deserve her, she belongs to me. How could she think he is better than me?” He thinks.
He is walking along the main road that leads to their street, looking determined, angry, and scary. People who see him go across to the other side of the road. One young man, who doesn’t want to appear intimidated, makes the mistake of attempting a game of chicken. Phil sees him coming towards him, lowers his shoulder and charges. The young man falls to the ground.
“Watch where you are going asshole!” screams Phil.
He motions as if to kick him and the other man screams.
“Not so tough now, are we?” growls Phil.
Some people on the other side of the road are talking in a small group, wondering if they should call the police.
“What are you looking at?” shouts Phil.
He then begins to storm off down the road, leaving the group to go across and help the stricken man. They soon realise he is OK, and put it down to one more crazy man who is not worth their time. Maybe if they had only made that call things could have been so different.
Phil was standing on their street now, it was evening and what remained of the daylight was rapidly disappearing. He could see Leah and Rob sitting in their front room, probably watching television. Leah turns off the TV and, following a short conversation, Rob goes to the hallway and appears to be putting on his coat. He can be partially seen through the glass of the front door.
Phil makes a dive into the bushes on his side of the street, just as Rob comes out of the house. He then walks down the street towards the main road, and just before he reaches it and turns left Phil begins to follow.
From a distance, he can see where Rob is heading, probably to the shops for something. Yes, he is going into the off-license. A plan forms in his mind. He knows which way Rob will return.
Phil is hiding in a side lane, near where Rob will walk back to his street. He has found a short piece of metal, which seems strong enough to do the job. He is hiding a few metres down the lane, just in the shadows, when he sees Rob.
“Help,” he cries weakly.
Rob stops and looks into the lane.
“What? Where are you?” he replies.
Rob can’t see into the lane, he is going to have to walk in.
“Help, please,” another pitiful cry.
As Rob approaches, Phil begins to struggle onto his hands and knees so his face is not visible.
“Are you OK?”Rob asks as he puts his hand on his shoulder.
That is when Phil strikes, with all his might, upwards into Rob’s groin. The sharp end of the metal immediately cuts through his jeans and into flesh. There is a scream, which Phil muffles. There is a struggle, but not for long. As the blood flows from Rob’s artery, so does his energy to fight.
Last part coming soon…
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