“Jesse, what happened?”
Kathryn Hayes gasped with horror as she stepped into the bathroom
and saw him kneeling beside the tub where Julia Taylor’s
lifeless body lay. “What did you do?” She said as she
took a step forward and glanced around. Her eyes were wide as
she took in the sight.
“I . . . I . . .”
Jesse said as he held the knife in his hand. “She won’t
wake up . . .” He added as he turned toward her. His hands
were covered in blood and his eyes were filled with tears. He
glanced up at Kathryn and shook his head. “I don’t
understand what’s going on,” he admitted.
“Oh my God,” Kathryn
said. “Jesse . . . put the knife down,” she said softly
as she took a step forward.
Jesse Martinez glanced down
at the knife he was holding in his hands, then glanced at Kathryn
curiously. “It was hurting her,” he said softly, “I
had to pull it out. She was in pain . . . it was hurting her,”
he repeated.
“What happened?”
Kathryn questioned.
Jesse closed his eyes and shook
his head. He didn’t want to think about it.
“Jesse,” Kathryn
said as she got even closer, “what happened? Why are you
holding that knife?”
“I don’t know what
happened,” Jesse admitted as he shook his head, “but
we can ask Julia,” he said as he nodded his head quickly.
“We can ask her when she wakes up.”
“Jesse,” Kathryn
said as she crouched down at his side, “Julia’s not
going to wake up.” She glanced in the bathtub at the body
of Julia Taylor. “She’s dead,” she whispered softly.
“No, she’s not!”
Jesse responded as he shook his head. “She’s not dead!”
Kathryn jumped back as an excited Jesse lifted the knife into
the air. “She can’t be . . .”
“Put down the knife, Jesse,”
Kathryn pleaded.
“No!” Jesse yelled.
“Get out of here!” He growled as he pushed Kathryn
away from him and got to his feet, clenching the knife in his
hand. “Get the hell out of here!”
“Jesse, please . . . let
me help you,” Kathryn said.
“You can’t help me,”
Jesse explained. “You can’t do anything. You don’t
even know what you’re talking about. She’s not dead,”
he cried as he turned toward Julia. “Look at her. Look at
her!” He demanded, causing Kathryn to jump with fright.
“She’s not dead.”
Jesse turned and stared at
the lifeless body of Julia Taylor and fell silent. “She’s
. . . dead,” he finally admitted after a long silence. The
knife dropped from his hand and clattered against the tile floor.
Jesse Martinez closed his eyes and shook his head as he fell
to his knees beside the bathtub.
“She’s dead,”
he whispered. |
