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Bad Things Bingo: Please do It's All My Fault
For just a moment, time seems to stand still. Maddie can’t move, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but stare straight at her camera and hope that what she just witnessed wasn’t real, that someone is just playing a very cruel joke on her.
She knows that’s not true. Not when she watched as Chimney collapsed onto the sidewalk below him and a pool of blood started to form too quickly for her liking. She isn’t dumb, she was a nurse before she became a dispatcher and if someone loses that much blood almost instantly...well, the odds are terrible.
And It’s all her fault.
The reason Chimney is currently dying in front of her house right now is because she dragged him into a mess she damn well knew wouldn’t end well, and knowing that felt almost as if she plunged that knife into Chimney herself. Maddie shouldn’t have gotten involved with him, she shouldn’t have run to her brother in the first place and just stuck with her plan on running until she couldn’t run anymore. At least then the people she cared about would still be safe, they wouldn’t have to watch their backs and worry when and if her crazy husband would strike. This mess is of her own creation and she should have dealt with it better. Maybe she shouldn’t have ran out on her husband in the first place. Then her brother and everyone around him would be safe and untainted by the darkness Doug carried with him everywhere he went. Her mother had once told her she made the bed, so now she would have to lie in it.
It’s the hard banging, the door almost caving in on itself, that finally snaps Maddie out of her trance like state. Doug is here, and he’s going to kill her. There are no ifs or buts about it. She had just watched him stab a man to death in the complete open on her camera. There is no question of what he will do to her once he gets inside. It’s with a shaky hand she grabs for her phone sitting on the table behind her and runs upstairs to her bedroom and locks the door behind her.
She needs help, she needs…her hands are already dialing the number before she can stop them and her heart pounds harder with each passing second the person on the other end doesn’t pick up. Finally though, their voice filters through and she feels just a little bad because she’s sure she’s just interrupted their evening and...why the hell hadn’t she just called 911?
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