Andy looked at the umbrella by the
door. Should he go after her, out into the rain, or should he just
wait for her to come back?
He walked to the window, looking out at
the turbulent weather.
He had always loved Cornwall, with its
tempestuous seas and steep cliffs. But somehow, it's very wildness
could make him feel uncontrollably angry, make him say things that he
shouldn't!
He looked through the window, into the
teeming rain. A lone figure walked towards him along the beach. It
was Laura! Tall, willowy, beautiful, with her long black hair
billowing behind her.
Andy turned and looked at his
reflection in the mirror. He put down his empty whisky glass and with
trembling hands, smoothed down his hair.
He thought back to earlier, the fight,
the harsh words, the recriminations.
He had told her about Claire, the girl
that he had met at work, how he had fallen in love with her, wanted
to be with her, not Laura!
She had cried and begged, told him that
she loved him and that she didn't want him to leave her.
She had run out of the chalet, into the
wind and rain, saying that she needed to clear her head, needed to
think.
She came closer. What would she say,
would she be angry still, or would she accept that it was over?
Perhaps this holiday was a bad idea,
maybe he should have told her before they had come.
What was that in her hand? He couldn't
quite make it out. Something that she had picked up on the beach and
thought may be useful, knowing Laura!
She opened the door, battling against
the wind, and stepped into the room.
Her face was set, he couldn't tell what
she was thinking, how she felt.
“Laura, talk to me! We need to
discuss this, work out where we go from here!”
Her face suddenly became dark,
frightening!
“I told you, I don't want you to
leave me, I won't let you leave me!” Andy suddenly felt afraid. He
had never seen this side of her before.
With horror he realised that she had a
length of metal piping in her hand. She raised it above her head.
A look of confusion passed over Andy's
face in the split second before the world exploded as Laura brought
it crashing down on his head.
He fell to the floor, blood pouring
from the wound. He looked up at her. “Why?”
She stood, silently watching as his
breathing grew ragged and slow, the pipe dangling in her hand. “You
will never leave me Andy, and you will never be with her”, she
whispered.
He took his last breath, sighed and
went limp, his eyes staring blankly.
Laura turned, opened the door and
walked back out into the storm. He would always belong to her now,
nobody else could ever have him!
