Andy descended the steps into the dimly lit parking garage. The heels of his Italian leather dress shoes clacked against the concrete, echoing around him. A wave of foreboding rippled through his body. He stopped and strained his senses to detect the presence that prickled his skin. Nothing. He continued to his car at a brisker pace.
He exhaled a relieved sigh once inside his car with the doors locked. Before he could shift to reverse, he felt something press against the back of his neck. Then he recognized the familiar scent of vanilla and citrus.
“I see you’re still counting dollars. Always the workaholic. Let’s go count some stars.”
Sophie McClaren. He thought about running, but he didn’t know what she held against his neck. It could’ve been a knife, a grenade, a lipstick tube, her finger. She’d used it all before.
“What do you say, Andrew?” She caressed his chest with her free hand and giggled when she felt him shiver beneath her touch.
“You need to leave.”
Sophie let out a bitter laugh. “You tried to make sure that happened.”
“Look, we weren’t meant to be together. I love Anabelle.”
“Ah, Anabelle Rockefeller. The woman you killed for, whose wealth saved your family.”
His jaw tensed. “My family had a fine standing.”
Andy hesitated, but still unsure of what jammed into his neck, he obeyed.
“Are you sorry?”
Sophie leaned forward, her breath tickling his ear. “You proclaimed your love for me and asked me to marry you. Then you sealed your promise with a diamond ring- your own design. Two weeks later, the stock market crashed. It became known as Black Tuesday, but Wednesday was darker. Don’t you remember it?”
His grip tightened around the steering wheel, but he said nothing.
“Fine. We’ll go over it again.” She crawled into the front seat, revolver barrel pointed at him, but out of his reach. “Turn right here.”
Andy caught a glimpse of the weapon. He contemplated a move but decided against it. He thought he could reach it in a stretch, but she was crazed enough to pull the trigger.
“You picked me up in your daddy’s Ford to take me to the river for a romantic evening picnic. After caviar and wine, we kissed, and more. I gave you everything. I’ll never forget what you said before you shoved me into the frigid water knowing I couldn’t swim.” Sophie’s lips pressed into a thin line and anger flushed her cheeks. “You said, ‘no one could ever know what happened here’.”
“That was a lifetime ago, Sophie.”
“Four lifetimes, actually.”
“When are you going to give it up?” Andy shouted. “You’ve killed me four times already. No matter my incarnation, I find Anabelle. I love Anabelle!”
“You overlook the fact we find each other as well. Andrew, darling, I think I figured out what went wrong. Oh, turn left here.”
Andy frowned. “The lake. I get it. This time you watch me drown so I know how you felt.”
“I only seek your promise fulfilled.”
Andy parked near the lake shore. “Let’s get this over with.”
Sophie led him to the edge of the water.
She lifted her gun and fired two shots; one to his left shoulder, and the other to his right leg. She handcuffed their left wrists together before nudging him toward the water. Writhing in pain, Andy stumbled forward. Sophie pulled them toward the center, trembling as the water splayed icy fingers over her body.
“This time, my love, we go together.”
This is my response the Speakeasy weekly prompt, which is to write a piece in 750 words or less (mine is 594) using (1) “No one could ever know what happened here.” anywhere in the piece AND (2) some reference to the video prompt- OneRepublic’s song “Counting Stars.”
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