Unfaithful - Mel Afoa

"What the hell was that?", he screamed at her, the gun inches from her chest.

She looked around. No one was there to help her. Alone in a secluded area, the wind and sun gone. Not a sound was heard, not a whisper was made. She could only shake with fear, perspiration trickling slowly down her forehead.

"Stop it John, stop it!", she screamed at him, eyes following the gun.

" What the hell were you doing with him, you whore!", he screamed back, hands shaking with anger, hands unsteady.
 She tried to look behind him. The door they came in from was ajar. She tried to plan her escape while still answering his questions, fear binding her tightly from escaping.
" I was talking to him John, talking! Put it down, you will hurt me!", she said, slowly moving forwards towards him.
" Don't play with me Isla. I saw you f-cking holding his hand!", he roared, the gun still pointed at her heart.
" No John, he asked me to feel how cold it was. I..I would..never do that to you!", she said, tears trickling slowly down her chin. A police siren was heard, and both looked towards it direction. She knew it was no use. The siren was far from them. They were far from the main town, after he kidnapped her and dragged her here. She looked at him silently. His blue eyes were but crazed, black, thick hair mussled. He was all in black, and he blended with the dark. The moon was not out, and so she had to make use with a small street light stuck on the wall.
" Please John. Don't think like that. You are scaring me", she said slowly, unconsciously wiping her tears. He whipped his head back to her, eyes beginning to water.
" Dont Isla. Dont make it worse. I read the messages", he growled dangerously." I went throught that stupid phone of yours. All of my messages I sent you, were all deleted. Why the f-ck did you keep his, ha? Tell me now whore, f-cking want to play with me, ha?".
She didn't answer.
"Look at this message". He picked up her phone and went to her inbox. " Hey Isla, remember to bring the popcorn, can't wait till you come! So what say you Isla? Whats that got to do with studying?", he mocked.
Silence overpowered her.
" Theres more here, only sexual. I knew i shouldve checked on you. I knew you were unfaithful. Bitch, I was never like that to you!", he growled, gun shaking with anger.
"Please...John...", she pleaded, eyes crowded with tears.
" I'm sorry...Im sorry Isla...I really am...You..You played wrong...", he said softly, closing his eyes. He couldn't turn back. Hell was his friend. Hell was his master. He could not hold back. Revenge on her, and then him. He would pay them back for what they did. He would get them.
" I'm sorry...John....John, please...please John !", she cried, reaching out for him.
" Isla....Isla..", he cried, eyes shut tightly."Please...forgive...me...God...plea-"
"John...John...don't....dont John, no....please....John..John...JOHN!"
A gunshot was heard throught the town.
A silent cry was cry was heard.
Blood pouring out was heard.