DECEMBER 13, 1975
Rita stood looking at Bill. His arm was down to his side holding a twelve gauge shotgun. His other arm was flailing about wildly as he shouted profanities at her, accusing her of being a whore and screaming that she had ruined everything. She found
herself tuning him out. They had forgotten to shut the sliding glass door behind them when they came in. If she could just get out the door, she could try and run for safety. Fear gripped her entire body. She couldn't let him know what she was thinking. If he even thought for a second that she was going to try and run, she knew that he would stop her or kill her, or both.
Rita heard a noise come from upstairs. She had forgotten her brother Joe Murray or Mickey as they had nicknamed him as a kid was still home. His footsteps could be heard as he descended the steps.
"What the hell is going on down there?" Mickey asked.
Bill raised his shotgun and fired twice at the wall seperating the family room from the stairwell leading upstairs.
Rita's eyes darted between Bill and the wall that he shot at. This was her only chance to get away. She had to do something now or she may not get another chance.
Feet pounded back up the stairway. "I've been hit!" Mickey yelled.
Rita took one more glance towards the sliding glass doors and back towards Bill. Without any thought she reached down, grabbed the coffee table, and flipped it on it's side towards Bill. With all her strength she threw one leg in front of the other and sprinted towards the sliding glass doors that lay between Bill and her freedom. She dared not look back. A puff of air blew past her hair which she found odd. Rita couldn't think about that right now. Right now she was running for her life trying to escape from the man that she had been dating and loved for over a year.
It was dark out but she knew her way. She had lived on this farm her entire life. She ran without looking back to see if he was following her. She had to get to the cornfields where she would be able to hide. Her legs were moving fast although she felt like she was in slow motion as she ran across the yard, over the gravel road which was wet from the rain that was still falling in a slow mist, And threw herself into the ditch with her belly to the ground. crawling into the field she hid behind the dead cornstalks left standing by the farmers old equiptment.
"They're all dead!" Bill shouted. "Do you hear me Rita? They are all dead!"
Rita held her breath in fear that he could hear her or see her somehow in the darkness.
Rita stood looking at Bill. His arm was down to his side holding a twelve gauge shotgun. His other arm was flailing about wildly as he shouted profanities at her, accusing her of being a whore and screaming that she had ruined everything. She found
herself tuning him out. They had forgotten to shut the sliding glass door behind them when they came in. If she could just get out the door, she could try and run for safety. Fear gripped her entire body. She couldn't let him know what she was thinking. If he even thought for a second that she was going to try and run, she knew that he would stop her or kill her, or both.
Rita heard a noise come from upstairs. She had forgotten her brother Joe Murray or Mickey as they had nicknamed him as a kid was still home. His footsteps could be heard as he descended the steps.
"What the hell is going on down there?" Mickey asked.
Bill raised his shotgun and fired twice at the wall seperating the family room from the stairwell leading upstairs.
Rita's eyes darted between Bill and the wall that he shot at. This was her only chance to get away. She had to do something now or she may not get another chance.
Feet pounded back up the stairway. "I've been hit!" Mickey yelled.
Rita took one more glance towards the sliding glass doors and back towards Bill. Without any thought she reached down, grabbed the coffee table, and flipped it on it's side towards Bill. With all her strength she threw one leg in front of the other and sprinted towards the sliding glass doors that lay between Bill and her freedom. She dared not look back. A puff of air blew past her hair which she found odd. Rita couldn't think about that right now. Right now she was running for her life trying to escape from the man that she had been dating and loved for over a year.
It was dark out but she knew her way. She had lived on this farm her entire life. She ran without looking back to see if he was following her. She had to get to the cornfields where she would be able to hide. Her legs were moving fast although she felt like she was in slow motion as she ran across the yard, over the gravel road which was wet from the rain that was still falling in a slow mist, And threw herself into the ditch with her belly to the ground. crawling into the field she hid behind the dead cornstalks left standing by the farmers old equiptment.
"They're all dead!" Bill shouted. "Do you hear me Rita? They are all dead!"
Rita held her breath in fear that he could hear her or see her somehow in the darkness.
