Together Forever

I jumped at the ringing phone, diving across the couch to grab it before the baby woke up.

“Hello,” I said through gritted teeth before remembering where I was.

“I mean, Walker residence, this is Amy.”  Silence greeted me on the other end.

“Hello?” I asked again.  “Sorry, I can’t hear you.  Hanging up now.”

I waited a minute by the phone but it remained silent.  Throwing it back down on the couch, I walked back toward my magazine in the kitchen.

The phone started ringing again.

“Shit,” I said, racing back to where the phone lay.

“Hello?  Walker residence.  Sleeping baby upstairs so let’s keep the calls to a minimum, please,” I said, not caring about my tone of voice anymore.  It had taken me over an hour to get her down to sleep.  I was not going through that again.

The silence on the other end made me grind my teeth in anger.  I could hear someone breathing.

“Listen perv, I don’t know what your deal is but if you call here again, I’m calling the cops.”  I pulled the phone away from my ear as a roar of laughter came through the phone.  I listened to the voice and immediately rolled my eyes to the empty room.

“Goddammit, Luke, would you grow up?” I said, though a smile was already playing on my lips.

“Sorry, babe.  I couldn’t resist.  Now would you let me in already?  I’m freezing my nips off out here!”

I glanced toward the back door and found my freezing, yet smoking hot, boyfriend shivering right outside.  I threw the phone down and ran over, teasing him for a quick second before finally opening the door.

“What are you doing here?  The Walkers will be home any minute and they’ll kill me if you’re here.  You were supposed to come hours ago.”  I tried to sound angry but he was giving me his smile that made my knees weak.

“Sorry, babe.  Just got out of practice.  Coach is killing us this week with the rivalry game coming up,” he said as he flopped down on the couch.

I walked over but refused to sit down beside him.  I’d never get him to leave if I did that.  Instead, I walked behind the couch and threw my arms around his neck.

“Well that’s too bad.  Who knows what we could have gotten into if you’d only arrived a little earlier?”  I kissed the side of his neck and watched the hairs stand up on his arms.  He turned to kiss me but I pulled up.

“Nope.  Too late, love.  I need this job so I need you to go.  Please, I’m begging you.”  I gave him a pouty face and he smiled up at me.

“You’re lucky you’re so damn cute,” he said.  I walked him back over to the door.  He suddenly pulled me close and kissed me so deep that I forgot why I was making him leave.  I pulled away laughing.

“Stop it.  That’s not fair.  You have to go.  Now.”  I pushed him out the door and closed it behind him.  He was still laughing when he gave me a small wave and finally walked to his waiting car at the end of the driveway.  I watched him go until I heard the unmistakable sound of Sarah’s cry.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I groaned.  To prove her point, the cry turned into a wail and I ran upstairs to check on her.

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He couldn’t believe what was happening.  He stood at the tree line and watched as Luke called Amy again.  He was such a child!  What did she see in him?

Luke’s laughter drew him away from his thoughts.  His body shook in anger as Amy playfully walked over to the door.  She had lied to him.  She had told him she didn’t want to see anyone for a while; that she needed to be single.

“It should be me,” he said quietly.  “Why isn’t it me?”

He slipped his hand in his pocket and fingered the blade that rested there.  He immediately calmed and thought about calling it a night.  Maybe tomorrow would be better.  He stood to go but glanced toward the house one last time to see Amy pushing Luke toward the door.  He crouched quickly back to the ground and touched the blade again when Luke kissed her.  It took all his strength not to immediately run to the door.

He waited until Luke had made it to the street and darted across the lawn toward the back door.  He prayed Amy hadn’t locked the door after he’d left.  He gripped the door knob and turned it slowly.  He almost screamed out as the knob turned and the door opened with silent ease.

He closed the door and locked it behind him before moving quickly toward the stairs.  He listened to the noises of the house but could only hear Amy with the baby.  He stepped silently up the stairs and crept down the hallway toward Amy’s voice.  When he entered the doorway of the room, Amy’s back was turned.  She was laying the baby back in the crib.

“Amy?” he said quietly.

She yelped when she turned to him, eyes widened in shock.

“What are you doing here?” she asked him.  “You can’t be here.”

“I needed to see you, Amy,” he said.  “I can’t go on like this.”

She shook her head and moaned.  He gripped the knife in his pocket.

“Adam, you have to stop.  We broke up.  I’m sorry.  It just wasn’t working out.  But that doesn’t give you the right to sneak in here.  You know how strict the Walker’s are.  They’ll fire me if they find you here.  You have to go.”

She began to move toward him but stopped as he pulled the blade out of his pocket.

“Adam, what are you doing?” she said.  She glanced behind her at the baby and moved back in between him and the crib.  “Why do you have a knife?”

“You said we’d be together forever, Amy,” he said.  “Why would you lie to me?”

She backed up slowly until her back was pressed to the crib.  There was nowhere for her to run.

“Adam, I’m sorry.  Please, just put the knife away and we can talk, okay?”  Her body shook from head to toe.  He moved close to her and placed his hand against her cheek.  Tears streamed down her face as a sob escaped her lips.  He leaned into her and pressed his body against hers.  His lips hovered close to her ear.

“I know about Luke,” he said.  Her body stiffened as the knife slid into her stomach.  Her nails dug into his back as he twisted the steel and pulled it out slowly.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.  “It’s the only way we can be together.”

The baby began to cry again but he paid no mind to it.  He gently lowered Amy to the ground; her eyes a glassy shell of what they used to be.  He heard the garage door begin to open downstairs and knew he was running out of time.  He leaned down and kissed Amy on the lips before sliding the knife across his own throat.

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Playing a little fast & loose with my first Tipsy Lit prompt but the story goes where the story goes.
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