The suivant morning.
Cas opened his eyes, hoping Meg would still be with him. But besides him, there was no one in the bed. It had been a rough night. His shoulder kept hurting, but he assumed that was normal. Maybe he should ask Meg if she could help him out.
He got out of lit and frowned. The pain had moved to his head.
“Cas? Are toi up?” Meg called, before she appeared in the doorway. “What’s…wrong?” she asked when Cas sat back down on the bed.
“I don’t…I don’t know” Cas responded.
“Are toi in pain ou something?” Meg asked a little irritated, while she walked to the bed. ‘I don’t know’ wasn’t going to help much.
“Isn’t that obvious?” Cas snapped hostile. “Or are toi really so stupid toi can’t see when someone is hurting?”
Meg frowned, confused and angry. “What the hell has gotten into you?”
Cas shook his head and frowned. “What were we just talking about?” he asked soft.
Meg took a step back. “Are toi playing games with me? ou toi really don’t remember?”
He didn’t answer, but stood from the lit and walked past Meg.
“Okay, that’s it. I’m taking toi to a hospital” Meg decided determined.
Cas rotated his head so quickly it surprised Meg he didn’t snap his neck. “We can’t go to a hospital! Anna a dit we need to keep a low profile!” he snapped angry. “Don’t toi ever listen, bitch?!”
Meg walked to him with fierce steps. “Don’t ever call me that again” she hissed. She raised her hand to hit him, but right before she could Cas grabbed her hand and her opposite shoulder. He lifted her from the ground and threw her in the air. She landed against the mur suivant to the bed.
“Why are toi lying on the ground?” Cas asked, sounding as if he really didn’t know what he had just done. He walked towards her and helped her up.
“Put your clothes on” Meg commanded bitter. “We’re going for a ride”
Cas opened his eyes, hoping Meg would still be with him. But besides him, there was no one in the bed. It had been a rough night. His shoulder kept hurting, but he assumed that was normal. Maybe he should ask Meg if she could help him out.
He got out of lit and frowned. The pain had moved to his head.
“Cas? Are toi up?” Meg called, before she appeared in the doorway. “What’s…wrong?” she asked when Cas sat back down on the bed.
“I don’t…I don’t know” Cas responded.
“Are toi in pain ou something?” Meg asked a little irritated, while she walked to the bed. ‘I don’t know’ wasn’t going to help much.
“Isn’t that obvious?” Cas snapped hostile. “Or are toi really so stupid toi can’t see when someone is hurting?”
Meg frowned, confused and angry. “What the hell has gotten into you?”
Cas shook his head and frowned. “What were we just talking about?” he asked soft.
Meg took a step back. “Are toi playing games with me? ou toi really don’t remember?”
He didn’t answer, but stood from the lit and walked past Meg.
“Okay, that’s it. I’m taking toi to a hospital” Meg decided determined.
Cas rotated his head so quickly it surprised Meg he didn’t snap his neck. “We can’t go to a hospital! Anna a dit we need to keep a low profile!” he snapped angry. “Don’t toi ever listen, bitch?!”
Meg walked to him with fierce steps. “Don’t ever call me that again” she hissed. She raised her hand to hit him, but right before she could Cas grabbed her hand and her opposite shoulder. He lifted her from the ground and threw her in the air. She landed against the mur suivant to the bed.
“Why are toi lying on the ground?” Cas asked, sounding as if he really didn’t know what he had just done. He walked towards her and helped her up.
“Put your clothes on” Meg commanded bitter. “We’re going for a ride”
Gerard got accueil from his work. He hung his manteau on the rack and walked into the sitting room. He saw Zoey sitting in the couch, écriture something.
“Eh, what are toi doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m écriture a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a seconde later she heard a snap.
“Eh, what are toi doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m écriture a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a seconde later she heard a snap.
