Writer’s Night 2014-05-03 Part 9
She had to find the necklace, before
The impact sent her crashing to the floor. Instinctively, she raised her hand to where her face hurt. It was a mistake, the touch only made her hurt more. His bulky form towered over her. She could feel him more than see him.
“You’ve got one day.” He said. His voice was low and threatening. He didn’t add what the consequences would be if she failed. He didn’t need to. They both knew.
He turned and walked out of her house. He didn’t close the door behind himself. She stayed on the floor until she heard his car drive away. Only then did she stand up — shakily. She staggered to her bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. The corner of her mouth was bleeding. Blood had dripped onto her blouse. It was probably ruined. She thought that was an odd thought to think right then. The bruising had already started on the side of her face. There would be no hiding this from Tom this time.
She was in way too deep. She had to get out. The problem was that the necklace was the only way out at this point, and she didn’t have it. She wasn’t even sure where it was. But Marconi was convinced she did. One day …
She had to find that necklace, before…