Love Kills pt. 1

Embracing her in his mesomorphic arms, he laid a kiss lightly upon her nose, as a butterfly lands on a flower. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear. She rested her head upon his chest and melted away. Nothing in the world could take away her love for him, nothing at all.1

Alegra Sanchez, Allie to her friends, went home that night to dream of her beloved Jay.2

“Oh my Lord!” Shrieking, terrified, Allie’s mother had cheeks bright as tomatoes, now swollen with the streams of tears running down her usually lovely face. Allie's mother's cries shook her into consciousness. She immediately ran downstairs to console her, but before she could hold Mrs. Sanchez in her arms to sink away, she froze. She stared at the grey pigment of what was once her sister's face; now dead, decomposing in her thick, crimson blood. Unlike her mother, Allie wished she had gone numb, that nothing could touch her, and she tried to hold it all in. She tried until the phone rang.         3

Ring . . . Ring . . .4

“What idiot calls right now?” She mumbled to herself as she checked the caller ID. It read: Porter, Jay. She answered the phone and instantly broke down. Unable to make her words articulate, Jay greeted her first,“Hello, my love.” They discussed her loss all night. He didn’t seem moved.5

The local forensics team arrived the next day. Searching for anything that resembles evidence, the C. S. I. officers invaded the house and destroyed its once mesmerizing interior.6

Minutes turned into hours; hours days. When days had grown into weeks, the police had interviewed suspects and found their killer: Jason Damien Porter.7

“How could I let you date such a--A creature? God knows what sort of-of thing he is!” She screamed at her daughter thru her anguish and choler.8

“Mother, I love that man!”9

“The monster ripped your sister into pieces! What10

sort of sick pair are you two?”11

“I know what he did, but you have no right to speak12

of him that way!”13

Her mother charged off, drowning herself in her tears. Allie didn’t know what to say, what to think, or what to do. She drove to prison. She drove to Jay. 14

“Honey!” She called to him, crying, and pressing her hands against the glass that seperated her from her lover. “Honey, I’m so in love with you! I’m sorry all of this happened. I’m so sorry.” He picked up the phone and motioned to her to do the same. She had seen how they talk with the phones in movies, and thought, He can’t hear me! Her cheeks transformed into roses as she blushed her embarrassment, bringing the phone to her ear. “Jay, I love you.”15