Chapter 121: Chapter 121

Chapter 121

~Is her love worth it~

They were in the Audi saloon now. Before Brian twitched the ignition he breathed uneasily, stole a glance at Ella to see her eyes were redder than he had thought. She barely could stare back as Brian was by all means trying to lock eyes with her. All she could do was stare between her thighs, fondled with the hem of her dress threw her gaze outside the window and return it between her thighs yet again.

“Hope you are OK now. You need to perk up. I will drive to a restaurant where we can perch until it is late hour so we can dispose of the corpse.”

She cut in immediately, “Won’t it stink?” she spoke raising her hand to gesture how scared she was. And when she did Brian could see the bruises that striped her hands even when he cast his gaze on her neck. They were a handful of reddened bruises that wired across her neck, and he perceived other parts of her body had same irritating bruises too.

He replied, “it won’t stink besides I will park the car out of the reach of anyone. And look at the bruises all over your body...”

When he mentioned that Ella’s gaze came on her hand and she used the other hand to stroke the bruises, feeling afresh the hurt her husband caused her and arguing inwardly if she would ever forgive and forget him. Yes he had gone forever but those scars and bruise would ever remain in her heart to bark and yell at her; to threaten and scorn her; to whip and make maddening abusive love to her; to make her tremble at the sound of its voice and presence…

“Those bruises all over your body could arouse suspicion and attract police to search the car should we be seen in broad daylight at the woods,” he mumbled.

“The woods?” she asked, blinking a thousand times at him, “Why the woods?”

He raised a brow, and smacked his lips in exaggerated anxiety.

“Yes, do you have problem with that?” he asked, feeding his blue eyes into her face and noticing the redness that consumed her forehead as one that had been close to a burning furnace.

“I thought we could make it to the disposal, say the street disposals where trucks can pick it up soon and it would be dumped into the recycling basin. In that way nothing about him could be traced, and we would be safe from troubles of police.”

Brian stared into the space thoughtfully, blinking and processing his thought to arrive at the rightful decision.

“That would be riskier,” he stroked his head, “Yes, the recycling company run checks on debris and waste that get to them before they recycle. They don’t do shit anymore, and if the corpse is found, I bet you we will be chilling our ass in jail after police must have cancelled Christmas on our ass. The wood is the best. It promotes natural recycling, inviting vultures to feast on the damn corpse and thereby saving us the stress of keeping our ears to news about a corpse being discovered by the police. You know the wood is less frequent by the people compared to the disposals.”

“Is it these days that the woods has tourism values with in flow of tourists from all over the world?’ she retorted.

Brian snorted in weakness, rested his body, fell his head on the head rest of his chair and shut his eyes.

When she perceived the warmness and weakness growing in him she mumbled, “Don’t misunderstand me, dear. I put you into this and don’t want your ass to go in for it, just because you loved and protected me. I just want the best for you. I would die as the echoing sound in desert should I blink and see you no more. It would fetch my end abruptly and if I continue breathing the leaves can never be compared with me because they would be better off.” she said coldly and quietened as light and her eyes switched with his and he unlocked from it with a blink and snorted afterwards.

“Let’s go,” he beamed, without any iota of consideration about what he said. The murder had eaten deep into him now.

“Where?” she asked swiftly.

“The restaurant and then the woods. I still opt for the woods,” he uttered and dimed his eyes to her direction.

Once she shook her head, the ignition came on and they started locomoting out of the premises. The street was dead and lonely when they drove out and it was as though the environment was to their advantage until a siren blared in the distance behind them and Brian, stepped on the brake and cast a questionable stare at Ella.

“Police,” Ella whispered, feeling not to sound aloud, as though if she did the police would hear her voice. A disastrous churning started off in her stomach as she looked behind and saw them speeding on. Brian swallowed hard, looking behind too..

“It Is police but, they are not after us, they don’t know us or anything, they are combing around the Beverly Hills I guess. It has nothing to do with us,” her voice wavered as one speaking into a microphone with no strong cell life.

“Yes but just rive carefully with a cool pace. No speeding beyond the limit. We should just avoid anything that could bring them to our side,” she advised and watched his hands tremble as he twitched on the ignition once again. She wished she could hold his heart and make it a new and stronger. Already she was regretting getting Brian involved into her problem. From time past , he had got her back more than she expected and she would have to earn to stay out of trouble; out of marriage, if indeed marriage still mattered to her any more. The only man she believed she could ever get married to was Brian, and aside Brian there is no other.

The police car zoomed past them, halted after a while, reversed to them and took the exit behind them- all along Brian had shut his eyes, breathed hard, held his breath; hands fidgety on the steering and swallowing a dry lump down his throat.

“Hmmm,” he hummed and looked at her briefly, as though her words were ignition and she needed to make an utterance before the car could start. He cleared his throat, steadied his eyes in front.

“It is OK now, let’s go.” She said.

“Yes it is,” he affirmed, stroked his nose and really wanted more of those words to convince him that the dead husband of hers in the boot wasn’t his father’s cousin, and if the love he had for Ella worth killing a bloodline since this was their fate. With the corner of hi eyes, he looked in his pocket to see if the picture was still in place. He just knew something might go wrong and their love had enough questions to answer.

They drove on…