I could hear my own heartbeat galloping like a goat being chased by a leopard that hadn’t eaten in a week. I wished they would stop lest he would hear them; he who was out there to make them cease anyway.
I could hear him badgering the door with what sounded like a hammer that I had seen in the porch when I had scurried through the cellar window.
I could hear the mosquito flying obnoxiously near my ears as if daring me to move an inch; an inch closer to my last movement perhaps.
I could hear the silence, every note of it; the stillness reeking with ugly anticipation of his next move.
I closed my eyes to see if this was all but a dream, and I would wake in the comforts of the cold wooden bench of the lonely park that I inhabited till yesterday. I opened my eyes which were staring into his eyes now. Too close. Too wide. Too wild. Twitching. Filled with rage and tears.
I didn’t care to see which part of my body the blood was oozing from, as the warmth of it brought comfort to my being freezing with terror and pain. I just wished I had robbed someone else’s wife of those hundred bucks and life.