Free My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 4 Poisoned by Marita A. Hansen Page A

wasn’t accusatory, just that I was there, the
woman desperately searching for anyone to get the crazed man away
from her. But Alberto had gone past that, he was now running on
adrenalin, his temper taking over from logic—although his temper
was on the right track.
    He spun around. “You!” he yelled at
me.
    “ Me, what?” I said, trying my
best to stay calm.
    “ You did it!” he hollered. “You
poisoned my drink, that’s how you knew the other one was safe.
Lucky drank my drink, my drink! You tried to kill me , not Lucky.”
    I shook my head. “You’re imagining
things, you’re just upset. Lucky was a heavy drinker and smoker, it
was natural, not heinous. And what about the don? He didn’t drink
from your glass.”
    He glared at me, looking as
though he was trying to work out how the don had died, then the
cook spoke, this time her tone accusatory. “Your signora was talking to the
boy in whispers. Thierry looked upset at what she was saying and
shaking his head.” The cook focused on me. “And after he poured the
drinks I saw her drop something in the waste bin.” She pointed to
where it was.
    Alberto rushed to the bin, searching
through it, pulling everything out. He picked up a small plastic
bag with some white powder in, not the one I had used, my one tiny.
He turned to me, then to the cook, his gaze calculating, then he
rushed past me, the scream that came from the dining-room telling
me he had Thierry again. I rushed out, finding him on top of
Thierry, trying to shove the packet into the boy’s mouth. I jumped
onto Alberto’s back, screaming at him to get off. He flung me back
then held up the little bag in front of Thierry’s face, the boy’s
eyes locked onto Alberto’s. “I will get this tested and if it has a
drop of poison in it you are dead—unless you tell me the truth now.
Did you try to poison me?”
    “ I didn’t want to, I
didn’t; I
didn’t want those men to die. How did they both die? Only one glass
was poisoned.”
    Alberto went still. “You put it in
there?”
    “ No.”
    “ Who?”
    Thierry started crying again, his hands
going to his face.
    Alberto yanked them
down. “If
you don’t tell me I’ll kill you!”
    Thierry shook his head, the boy not
going to point the finger at me. Alberto pulled his fist back,
ready to punch Thierry, my husband having killed a man before with
one blow.
    “ I did it!” I yelled. “Not
Thierry!”
    Alberto went still. He turned to look
over his shoulder, his expression telling me he already knew. Then
he pushed up and walked over to me. I backed up, banging into the
wall.
    “ Why?” he said.
    “ For raping Jagger. For raping
Thierry. And because I HATE you!”
    Before I could blink, his fist struck my
face. It hurt like the Hell I hoped I wasn’t going to, but it
didn’t kill me, although I knew I was going to die, the thought
strangely not scaring me, because I was finally escaping this cruel
life I had so stupidly chosen. Alberto would never have allowed me
to be with Jagger or to have that happily-ever-after I so
desperately wanted. My relationship with Jagger had been doomed
from the moment I had accepted Alberto’s marriage proposal, if not
before then, because of my husband’s deadly obsession with his
cousin.
    The second punch struck me even
harder than the first, crushing my nose. But this one didn’t hurt.
I didn’t know why, possibly because it thrust me closer to death’s
door, where I would cross over into whichever destination God had
decided for me. Although I hadn’t believed in Him for a number of
years, I did now, my Catholic schooling finally succeeding in the
last moments of my life where it had failed before.
    My
hazy mind turned to Jagger ... my beautiful, beautiful Jagger. As
the third punch struck me, my last thought was that I had failed
him—the knowledge worse than death.
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    About
the Author
    Marita A. Hansen is from New
Zealand. She loves writing, creating art,