It's a thin line
Part six
Linzi
was sitting in her room, the photo of her daughter propped up in front of her.
Gently she stroked her finger down the glass.
"I
won't let him hurt you as well," she whispered softly, "I won't let
you know how he rejected us."
A
thunderous knocking on her door disturbed her. She opened it slightly to see who
it was. The door was thrust open as Billy shouldered his way in, kicking the
door shut behind him. He grabbed her roughly by the arm, his eyes glittering in
rage.
"Why
didn't you tell me?" he asked hoarsely.
"Tell
you what?" Linzi stalled for time, struggling to get out of his grip.
"About
Emily." he replied. Billy spotted the photo on the table and tried to make
his way over. Linzi stood in front of him trying to stop him getting to it. They
grappled briefly before Billy over-powered her, throwing her onto the bed. He
grabbed the photo and turned round to confront Linzi. She was lying motionless
on the floor, blood trickling from the wound in her head. Billy grabbed the
phone and dialed the reception.
"There's
been an accident. Call 911 quickly."