Part 4


I feel a little confuse and scare. I feel myself wondering as I look at his 
strong hand on my cast, what is he up to. I sit there quietly for a few long 
moments before Michael gets my attention.

"Is something wrong? ... Did I scare you with what I said?" he asks with 
distress in his voice.

"No, Michael ... nothing is wrong " I say.

"Thanks for saying that ... it means a lot to me to know you feel that way. I 
didn't mean to ramble on tonight about having a crush on you ... you look hot 
and sexy sitting beside me in that big cast making you so helpless and 
desirable" he says, staring at my broken leg.

"Well ... I guess I need to get going ... there is still a lot I need to do ... 
would you do me one favor though before I go? He asks shyly.

"I will if I can, Michael. What is it?"

"Would you let me ... can I ... kiss you ... just one time?" he asks, almost 
blushing.

I look down at my broken leg for a moment thinking ... one kiss can't hurt.

"I suppose ... a kiss would be fine ... I guess ... "

Michael stands up and takes my hand, pulling me up eagerly from the couch. 
Standing on my good leg he then twist my arm behind my back.

I tried to scream but he quickly shoved a gag deep into my mouth.

Now that no one could hear me, he then traced a path down my body from my lips, 
over my breasts. 

"Behave and this will be over before you know it and you will be left in one 
piece and maybe I wont break your other leg." He said laughing

"If you promise not to scream Sam I will remove the gag."

I shook my head yes. He removed the gag and replaced it with his mouth. 

"Please Michael," I managed to say "please."

"Not yet, my little broken tease." 

"What?, Why are you calling me that?."

"I find you so attractive with you leg in that long cast Samantha. Ever since 
high school I loved to look at you, specially your strong legs" 

Suddenly I notice blue lights flashing through the front windows of the house. 
Michael pushed down to the floor and start running through the front door.

That's when I hear the gunshots.

I grab the couch to help me up forgetting about my broken leg. Putting weight on 
the cast I feel pain running through my broken leg. I hop to the window, 
glancing through the curtains. I can see several police cars parked in the front 
yard; officers are moving quickly from their cars and across the lawn with their 
guns drawn. 

I grab the crutches and quickly make my way to the front door. I begin hearing 
the doorbell and banging on the front door. I assume it is the police officers. 
I glance out the small window and see a police officer waiting for me to open 
the door. I unlock the door and open it, letting him come inside. After he 
enters the entrance hall, he looks around to see if anyone else is with me.

"Are you alright, ma'am? Are you alone?"

"I'm fine ... what's going on?!" 

"Your neighbor called 911 after he discovered the broken window in the kitchen 
window of your house"

"This isn't my house, officer. I'm just house sitting for a couple while they 
are on a cruise"

"Yes, ma'am. The man that broke into the house pulled a gun when he came out of 
the house and we had to shoot"

"His he dead?!"

"Yes, ma'am." 

The officer walks back to the front door, motioning for me to follow. 
After stepping out on the porch on my crutches, he points to a body. It is very 
dark, but I can see flashlight beams moving around from the side of the house.

I pause for a moment, while squeezing the handle of my crutches wondering if I 
should tell the officer about Michael, that he had been here for the past hour 
and tried to rape me...or did he?.

Another officer walks up quickly.

"Sir, it looks like we have the serial killer. The dead man fits the description 
a witness to one of the earlier killings gave us."

The officer turns to look at me.

"Ma'am, were you expecting someone tonight?" 

Suddenly I become filled with horror. 

"Oh my, God!"

It was so dark and I was really careful on my crutches. As I get closer to the 
body, I see the headlights of a car pulling in behind the police cars in the 
yard. A man gets out quickly, running up the driveway in my direction. As the 
man gets closer, I can see who it is clearly. 

"Oh thank, GOD! Stephen, hold me please!"

Stephen takes me into his arms, I drop my crutches and I wrap my arms around him 
tightly with my broken leg inches from the ground. I begin crying as I hold the 
man I love in my arms.

"Samantha, look at me! Are you okay? What happened here?!"

"I should've gone with you! I'm sorry ..."

The officer I was originally talking to walks up to us.

"Ma'am, is this man the person you were expecting tonight?"

"Well ... yes and no ... another friend called and was going to come by to see 
me."

Another officer walks up to the three of us.

"Sir, the phone line at the side of the house has been cut ... just like with 
all the other victims."

I look up at Stephen, "Do you remember Michael?"

"Yea ... What does Michael have to do with this?"

"He called me not long after I got off the phone with you. He wanted to come by 
to see me."

"How did he know you were here? Why did he have to see you tonight?"

All the questions...can I tell him how I felt?


Part 5 to come