"Could you?" asked Betty.
"I don't know" said Greg.
As urgent as the situation had been Greg couldn't deal with the tension at that time, but he had no other option. This was a matter of life or death and he had to make a choice. He could murder this innocent man and save his daughter, or he could walk away from the gun, no harm done, and never see his little girl again. Whatever his decision was,ten minutes was all he had.
"The clock is ticking Greg." Betty urged him. "This is all you have to do and look at the bright side; no one will ever know you commited this "heinous" crime.
"But I.. You.." Suddenly it was as if he forgot how to speak. This woman was mad. And to think that he knew her ever since they were young,made him sick. She was always the quiet person in the group. Always observant,but quiet. What would his wife have him do? Everything was just a blurr in his head now. He started thinking about how this all started; even worse he tormented himself thinking how this was all going to end. Then an idea struck his head and he turned his gaze towards the gun. As if reading his mind though, Betty said:"Sure,you could try killing me but that would just make things worse for you. You see, my people have instructions from me saying precisely this. If anything happens to me, your little angel is...history."
"Well, what if I made you an offer?" Greg asked hopefully.
"An offer? Ha! Greg darling I don't think you understand the generosity of the situation. I am giving you a chance to kill someone you don't even know yet you refuse to do it. Is that how much you really love Christie?" The ominous look on her face brought chills to his skin.
"Well then tell me one thing. Why did you pick me?"he waited paitiently for her response.
"I.. I..Don't Know" was all she replied.
What was she really playing at anyway? How far would she go until she was satisfied? She started walking away from him.
"Leave.." she croacked.
"What?"
"I said leave!! Go!! She's at your apartment. She never left from there. Go get her.. Before I change my mind."
He could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, pushing through him like his cheast was going to burst.
Christie lived, and he was going to be with her shortly, but ofcourse he had his doubts. What if she was twisting things around again. He had been through enough already. Even so, he was willing to take that risk for Christie's sake. A loud gunshot was heard in the air. Greg knew what it was instantly; still he did not stop to think about it. He drove on never looking back through the rearview mirror and sped down the road, like an animal escaping from it's predator, eager to hold his most important posession, Christie.
"I don't know" said Greg.
As urgent as the situation had been Greg couldn't deal with the tension at that time, but he had no other option. This was a matter of life or death and he had to make a choice. He could murder this innocent man and save his daughter, or he could walk away from the gun, no harm done, and never see his little girl again. Whatever his decision was,ten minutes was all he had.
"The clock is ticking Greg." Betty urged him. "This is all you have to do and look at the bright side; no one will ever know you commited this "heinous" crime.
"But I.. You.." Suddenly it was as if he forgot how to speak. This woman was mad. And to think that he knew her ever since they were young,made him sick. She was always the quiet person in the group. Always observant,but quiet. What would his wife have him do? Everything was just a blurr in his head now. He started thinking about how this all started; even worse he tormented himself thinking how this was all going to end. Then an idea struck his head and he turned his gaze towards the gun. As if reading his mind though, Betty said:"Sure,you could try killing me but that would just make things worse for you. You see, my people have instructions from me saying precisely this. If anything happens to me, your little angel is...history."
"Well, what if I made you an offer?" Greg asked hopefully.
"An offer? Ha! Greg darling I don't think you understand the generosity of the situation. I am giving you a chance to kill someone you don't even know yet you refuse to do it. Is that how much you really love Christie?" The ominous look on her face brought chills to his skin.
"Well then tell me one thing. Why did you pick me?"he waited paitiently for her response.
"I.. I..Don't Know" was all she replied.
What was she really playing at anyway? How far would she go until she was satisfied? She started walking away from him.
"Leave.." she croacked.
"What?"
"I said leave!! Go!! She's at your apartment. She never left from there. Go get her.. Before I change my mind."
He could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, pushing through him like his cheast was going to burst.
Christie lived, and he was going to be with her shortly, but ofcourse he had his doubts. What if she was twisting things around again. He had been through enough already. Even so, he was willing to take that risk for Christie's sake. A loud gunshot was heard in the air. Greg knew what it was instantly; still he did not stop to think about it. He drove on never looking back through the rearview mirror and sped down the road, like an animal escaping from it's predator, eager to hold his most important posession, Christie.
