Story 8- anti-story story

If Only

We had absolutely nothing in common. One was a stripper, another a writer, the last a photographer. We were just three souls entangled in a magical dance, all awaiting the same disappointment. I wish I could tell you that I felt remorse; I wish I could inform you that I was still alive; and I wish I could say that I could have saved her but “could haves and what ifs” weren’t going to save our three lives that are now destroyed.

Kendal:
I’d had it all planned out for months. The second Carter told me he was leaving me for that skank back home I knew what I had to do; it just dawned on me one night. I decided if I couldn’t have him, no one was worthy. So I found out what flight he was taking back to Hilton Head, grabbed one sooner and made my move. I’m not going to lie to you, I almost did feel a little bit guilty pulling up to her house. I mean it was just so cute, slatted white house, with a blue door, white picket fence and a river running near the back of it. The trees had overgrown into their yard, creating a blanket of security that was soon to be breeched. I looked down into my crimson purse, making sure the handgun was still there and proceeded up the cobblestone steps. I knocked three times before a girl, with a towel wrapped atop her head, answered. “Hi, I’m Kendal, are you Sophia?” It was almost time.

Sophia:
I just jumped out of the shower when the doorbell rang. I had long since given up on the hope that surged through my body hoping every time it was Carter, so I casually opened the door. Standing before me was a beautiful woman with platinum bleached-blond hair and blood-red stilettos. “Hi, I’m Kendal are you Sophia?”
“Yes…”
“I came here to talk to you about Carter, can we chat?” I showed her to the backyard and a sinking pit fell in my stomach, something was wrong with Carter. I turned around to find Kendal pointing a sliver gun at me. I knew this was it, the moment it all ended and I was surprisingly calm.
“You can’t have him, he’s mine!” I thought, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation had I never met Carter. I was calm because I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way, I’d rather go out now then never have met the most influential person in my life. I realized my greatest fear had been that he would leave and never look back but I was wrong. There he stood, the same translucent green eyes that had saved me on the muddy mound five years before were now watching me die…Darkness.

Carter:
I de-boarded the plane with the feeling of grogginess being taken over by excitement. I could picture the look on her face now; a huge smile spreading from ear to ear as she opened the door to find me waiting there. We would embrace each other and kiss the kiss that held five years of emotion and sorrow all together. I would apologize for ever leaving and not realizing how in love I was. I then would utter two words that would bond us together forever, marry me?
But as I drove up to the house near the river, walked through the picket fence, up the three steps and knocked on the door, all my visions were destroyed. Standing before me was Sophia’s mother with apron in one hand and a beaming smile across her face. “Carter Dean, now what in the hell are you doing back here. We haven’t seen you in almost five years!” She embraced me, not exactly what I’d had in mind, and kissed me on the cheek.
“Soph’s out back with a new friend of hers. Oh what’s her name-” She put her hand up to her forehead. “Kendal.” My mouth dropped open as I pushed past Linda and sprinted back towards the sliding door. I pushed it back to reveal Kendal holding a gun, pointed at Sophia, her hands in the air.
The silver gun, glistening in the sun, dangled from Kendal’s shaking hand whilst the point finger and thumb prepared for battle. Her eyes were wild with fear and anger, darting from side to side. “You can’t have him, he’s mine and I won’t give him up! I don’t care how much you love him. You don’t ever get to fucking touch him again!” Kendal turned her head, squeezed her eyes shut, and pulled the trigger. The bullet shot out hitting Sophia directly in the chest. The scarlet liquid seeped from beneath her white shirt into the crevices of the sidewalk. Church bells were the only thing to break the eerie silence. Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong…
The next few minutes were like slow motion. It’s hard to describe what it’s like when I’m still trying to cope with it myself. I held Sophia, feeling the life slip away from her and mouthed ‘I love you.’ She mouthed it back before closing her eyes and drifting towards the light. . The paramedics laid the sheet over her body and removed it onto the gurney leaving only the blood splatters as memories. My last memory was Kendal being hauled away in the back of a police car, laughing, fucking laughing before I realized, I was completely alone with only the stillness in the air as my security blanket.