Chapter 58 Saved
Jessica stared at the knife in her hand and the one in Chris' hand. Frightened out of her wits. Droplets of sweat trickled down the side of her face and her forehead.
She wanted to open her mouth to speak, to tell him she would actually do it. Maybe then he would have been frightened. But fear's grip around her throat made it impossible for her to speak even a single word.
"Chris!" Michael exclaimed. "Jsus! Put the god damn knife away this instant!"
"No dad! She said she wants to kill herself, this is what she wants. I can't stand idle and watch her suffer when I can just help her out now can I?" There was a psychotic twist to his tone.
"Use your god damn words!" Michael yelled. He wanted to approach his son, but even he was scared of the knife in his hand. He turned to look at his wife. "Say something! Your son is about to commit murder!"
"Murder?" She turned to look at him, her expression was of someone that was surprised but in a bad way. "Oh dear God! Do not use such words in my home! Didn't Jessica tell him she wanted herself dead? Now why would he stand by and let her suffer in silence? She will never do it unless someone urges her on."
"How can you talk like that!" Michael worriedly exclaimed.
Sarah let out a disinterested sigh. "They are a married couple for crying out loud," she expressed with a roll of her eyes. "Let them sort out their own problems. I'm too tired to try to interfere."
"Honey!"
She rolled her eyes once more as she walked away from the scene.
Tears poured down Jessica's face as she watched Sarah walk away. She really wouldn't care if Chris was to take her life at that moment, instead, she would help him cover the crime and make it seem like it never happened!
"Go ahead Darling," Chris urged her on. "Put the freaking knife into your stomach or I will fcking slit your throat! Your choice!"
She swallowed hard. "Ch--chris... Chris... You're scaring me... Please... Ple--please..."
"Oh no Darling, there was a time when I begged you, I kept begging you to please stop giving me such a fcking hard time but you-- you didn't listen, now it's your turn to beg me and my turn not to listen."
The maids in the kitchen stood at a distance away from the scene, clutching their aprons with fidgeting hands as fear dominated over all of them in the room.
Michael stared at his son in fear, his heart banging at his ribs and trying to force its way out. Where did his own son ever pick up such a trait?
Chris' phone suddenly beeped in his pocket and he hurriedly took it out from his pocket. It was a notification alerting him that Andrew had uploaded on his page. Then more notifications trailed in about Romeo's, Cara's and Camilla's recent posts as well.
He licked his lower lip and smiled. "Can you see that? Cara saves your life this time." He showed her the notification. "Be grateful she uploaded new pics at this very time or else you would be laying in a pool of your own blood." He sneered.
Jessica flinched with a strangled yell as he threw the knife at her feet. Teary eyed, she watched him walk out of the kitchen with his gaze fixed on the screen of his phone.
Michael let out a heavy sigh. He turned to face Jessica. "Can you just stop causing trouble around the house like this?" He pointed a finger at her. "You just don't know how to act, do you?" His hands fell on his hip with a sigh. "When Cara was here, nothing like this ever happened! There was peace and quiet!
"But you, you are always yelling, always fighting with him and making him angry. Do you not know better than that? Can you not keep your sadness to yourself? Do you think Cara ever threatened to kill herself?"
Sarah walked back into the kitchen and went towards the fridge. "Even if she did, Chris would have begged her not to try it. Why? Because she always acted sensibly." She took out a bottle of water and drank from it.
Returning it into the fridge, she continued. "Don't get me wrong now dear, I didn't like Cara but she was tolerable. Unlike you..." She eyed Jessica up and down in a disgusted manner. "You're just a dumb pup who thinks she can rule the world. Wake up darling, it doesn't work out in real life like you see in movies."
"Pick up that knife and return both of them into the drawer, they are more precious to me than you could ever be." Sarah stated.
With a scoff, Sarah turned and walked away, her husband following behind her.
Jessica's hand turned white as her grip on the knife tightened. She couldn't release the weapon even though she tried.
That knife could have been in her stomach or maybe slicing her throat. She swallowed hard, her body refused to stop trembling in fear and shock.
Her knees became too reluctant to carry her weight and she stumbled to the ground. Her hair was soaked with sweat and her body was covered in goosebumps.
The maids hurried to help her, carefully removing the knife in her hand and picking up the second one.
They returned it to the drawer and all four of them helped in lifting Jessica up to her feet and carrying her to her bedroom.
She was in too much shock to even try to push them away. Even if she did, she couldn't possibly walk on her own.
Carefully and gently, they placed her on her bed and one of them rushed to get a bowl of cold water and a rag to wipe her sweat away.
A cold chill ran down her spine as the damp cloth touched her forehead and she shuddered.
She couldn't stop thinking about one thing and one thing alone. She could have died...