Mad Love : Continuity

Directly -or maybe not- related to "Mad Love: It could have happened", there comes yet another story.
It's a collaboration. And I will brag about it, for I know it will get better with every added part. 

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 Prologue: "To get your Heart beating"

Daddy used to say girls are useful when it comes to chores… Sewing, ironing, cleaning up and cooking; that’s what a girl should learn by the time she’s able to stand.

But my father was an asshole.

So, when I leaned over my lover’s corpse-to-be, I wasn’t thinking of sewing his torn shirt; neither was I contemplating on how to cook his bloodied insides –now apparent and not appetizing at all- nor-

…you get the idea.

I’ve never been a good girl for my father. I’ve been a slut, a cunt and a whore. But I used to come in handy when the carpets were stained.

I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than the night I fleet home, leaving the carpets covered with a crust of dried up blood; his blood that continued to flow until his body went cool and rigid. Sure, my skills on slicing meat were proven useful; I knew exactly where to cut and how deep I should go to achieve maximum pain.

And, boy, did I like watching him die! It was slow, silent and excruciatingly sweet… watching while his life gushed out. I think I was, once and for all, a good girl then. I stood patiently by his side and set my foot on his chest as his eyes grew tired and his lugs went weak; when all that was left of him was a mere collection of bone and fat on my carpet. Only then did I allow myself a smile, for I was finally free.

But I think I left the story hovering over my lover’s body. Insides and all….

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“I stitched you up once. I won’t let you go yet, even if I have to use glue on you.”

As she dived her hand in his chest, she looked him in the eye; he was silent despite the pain, and the scars on his cheeks seemed deeper, his face weakened, paler than usual. Drops of blood stained his chin, leaving a small path to his lips, were he bit down on to prevent the screams from falling.

“You don’t look all that good…”

His cough splattered more blood on his face and hers along. His eyes flattered, his hand on her knee spasmed; and sweat kept forming beads near his hairline, down his neck and over his upper lip. He dug his nails in her skin, a reminder that she should hurry, and her hand moved in his body. She felt, with a frail sunbeam of hope in her heart, a tiny piece of something-that-did-not-belong-there buried in his flesh, and pulled.

That’s when his heart stopped, after almost half an hour of her chopping, pealing, scraping and slicing his body. To get that tiny metal piece out.

“Shit…Shit! Don’t do that now, damnit!”

She leaned in and planted her lips on his, tasting the blood and the sweat, and she blew. His chest heaved, the sound echoing hollow as if the wind was going through an abandoned alley.

She blew again, and her hand pressed where his heart should be. ‘If there’s love in there for me, there’s a heart’ she thought.

Some people say you lose count of time when you’re either having a good time or the worst time of your life. Kate doubted she had ever had worse…

“Wake…up…Wake….up….Wake up, wake up, WAKE UP!” she yelled, tore her hands off his chest and grabbed him by his shoulders. Somewhere far from her, she heard the sound of police cars. Somewhere deep in her body, she heard the sound of her own heart she would gladly exchange for his dead one.

“Please, wake up…”

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I don’t think I’ve ever been really good in my entire life. And since bad people don’t get to ask for favors, I’ve never asked for anything. God only notices the rich, the Pope and the dead. I was none of the above; and I don’t think desperate people belong to the privileged.

“But if I ever got to ask for something, that would be you nagging about my incompetence once more…”

It was so strange, holding his body like a baby in my arms; only he was heavier. But the scene still looked like a birth; a mother holding her newborn child, covered in its own blood.

What mother mourns for a birth?

But as I wept, silently shedding tears that fell directly in his soul, there was a sound so sudden and loud that my breath hitched. My blood froze in my veins, my head ached as relief and gratefulness washed down on me.

My heart almost stopped while his started beating again.