Chapter 15

Mark awoke in a cold sweat, he knew he had been dreaming but he wasn’t sure of what.

He was certain he wasn’t in his bed.

In his hands was something cold, slowly growing warm with the warmth of his own fingers. It was familiar.

He felt foggy like he wasn’t fully awake, but he wasn’t fully sleeping.

He swallowed twice and fidgeted. There was something pressed tight against his eye, and he could see Kelly laying in bed in front of them. For a moment he thought to himself he had just gotten out of bed and was standing at the end of the bed staring at her. His finger felt strange, itchy or something. There was tension all through his body, and he was almost trembling with the effort.

He sniffed, slightly wondering if he had a cold. And then he blinked, sweat rolling into his eyelid. Then he adjusted the rifle against his eyes again, aiming it at his wife.

His finger was resting, but he had this feeling that if he shot now she would never even wake up. At least he thought that’s what he is waiting for… Her to wake up.

She fidgeted slightly, and he were was reminded instantly of a fawn in the forest. And how he wouldn’t shoot the mothers and babies, but if a male walked by just pull that trigger like it was nothing. She turned to slightly, and her exposed breast was pointing at him. One pull of the trigger, and then she’d be gone.

He could almost envision the bullet piercing her ribs. There was something amazing about hunting, something carnal and human about it. Sweat was dripping as he blinked a couple of times and reached up with one hand rubbing his face. He opened his eyes and he realized he was pointing a gun at his wife.

Terror shuddered in his heart. He dry heaved twice, but, at least it couldn’t have been loaded. He never left guns loaded. How did he even get it out of the gun safe, in his sleep? Did he turn the combination lock in his sleep? His mind was buzzing. He quickly checked the gun, and two fat bullets were in the gun.

And he nearly shit himself.