Chapter Sixty Seven

Come that weekend. Lukas Scottville takes Amber. And he wants to take her somewhere away. From everyone else. At the countryside. A home they had once moved in. But never sold. It's a long drive to the deep of the woods. Somewhere away from the rest of the world.

But when they think that they are alone. There is a watcher. Someone who has been following them.

Miles Willson.

And at night. They get off their car. For they have reached the old house. As they walk in. The house is dusty. And they have to clean it. Hours pass as they clean the house. And as Miles watches from a distance. Waiting for the perfect time to jump in.

In the deep dark of the night. When they are done. They sit on the couch. Such a silent night. And the TV is on. But there is nothing to watch. Now what do they do? Now where do they start?

Lukas moves close to Amber. And puts his hand around her. Around her shoulders.

In deep conversation he looks into her eyes. And she looks back at his. Word after word. They are getting close to each other. Word after word. Sleep is building in their eyes.

And Lukas makes up his mind. He sweeps her off her feet. And lifts her. She tries to kick away. But he is too strong to hold back. He carries her. To the bedroom. That large bed. That lays in wait for them. And hurls her. Onto the covers and mattress. She bounces on the bed. As he jumps in too.

And he is gentle with his touch. As he touches her body. And starts kissing her. Slowly does he kiss her. His lips with desire on hers. And her lips soft. Drawing him in even more.

The kiss pulls them closer. As she opens her mouth for him to play with her tongue. He tastes her tongue. With his tongue. He sucks on her lips. As she breaths heavily. Moaning in his hands.

But just then. Someone has opened the front door. And he is coming in slowly. It's Miles William. He walks slow. That his footstep might not be heard. He walks slow. That he might not get their attention. And in his hand he carries a gun. A weapon of death. For now he is used to death. He has seen blood flow once. And now he is not afraid of it.

Love! Oh! Love! Why make Man so sinful?

He walks slow. To the bedroom where the two are. With the gun in his arm. And opens up. Ready to shoot. Ready to fire. Will Lukas die? Is this the last breathe he will take?

Miles storms in. And like a blind mind. He shoots carelessly. For he doesn't mind who he shoots. As long as he kills both of them.

But he misses. And the two jump away. To hide under the bed. And Miles moves in close. To shoot at them. But there are no more bullets in his gun. For he has used all of them.