“Meg, could u give us a moment alone, please?” Cas demanded as he stared at Heather’s bleeding body.
Meg stayed put, as if her feet were stuck on the floor. Cas walked towards her and took her hands. “Please, Meg. I have to finish this on my own. I don’t want u to witness a murder”
Meg shook her head. “Fine, then. But make it quick. I’m getting jealous” she zei snarky.
“Meg, u have absolutely no reason to be jealous” Cas promised her. “Now go. The sooner u leave, the sooner Heather’s dead”
Meg reluctantly left the keuken-, keuken and walked into the hallway. For a moment everything was quiet. But then she heard noises. Her mouth dropped open from disgust and she stormed back into the kitchen. Cas was sitting astride on Heather, screwing her.
“No!” Meg snarled and she ran to the dresser, where she picked up a knife.
“Meg, get out!” Cas snapped angry, but Meg naturally didn’t listen. She ran towards the tafel, tabel and drove the mes through Heather’s heart. She pulled the mes out and stepped back. Cas climbed off Heather and off the table. He grabbed Meg’s wrist and she dropped the knife.
“I was supposed to kill her, not you. I told u to leave” he zei furious. He let go of her and raised his hand. He hit her so hard she fell down against the dresser.
The front door opened and Meg scarcely put herself up. Isabel Roberts was standing in the doorway, her gun aimed at Meg.
“Cas?” Meg moaned scared. Isabel walked quickly towards her and shot.
“Meg!” Cas exclaimed and he ran towards her. He kneeled and lifted her head.
“The cops are on their way, Mr. Novak” Isabel zei trembling. “I suggest u don’t try to run, of God help me, I will kill you”
Meg shook her head. “No” she zei difficult. “Don’t let them get to you. Run”
“Okay” Cas promised. “I’ll come back for you” He lay Meg gently down and stood. He turned to Isabel and raised his hands in the air. “Alright, I’ll come with you”
He walked towards her and grabbed her arm. He stal the gun and used the grip to hit Isabel on the head. She fell down unconscious and Cas threw her over his shoulder. He locked her in the romp, kofferbak of her own car and placed himself behind the wheel.
Meg stayed put, as if her feet were stuck on the floor. Cas walked towards her and took her hands. “Please, Meg. I have to finish this on my own. I don’t want u to witness a murder”
Meg shook her head. “Fine, then. But make it quick. I’m getting jealous” she zei snarky.
“Meg, u have absolutely no reason to be jealous” Cas promised her. “Now go. The sooner u leave, the sooner Heather’s dead”
Meg reluctantly left the keuken-, keuken and walked into the hallway. For a moment everything was quiet. But then she heard noises. Her mouth dropped open from disgust and she stormed back into the kitchen. Cas was sitting astride on Heather, screwing her.
“No!” Meg snarled and she ran to the dresser, where she picked up a knife.
“Meg, get out!” Cas snapped angry, but Meg naturally didn’t listen. She ran towards the tafel, tabel and drove the mes through Heather’s heart. She pulled the mes out and stepped back. Cas climbed off Heather and off the table. He grabbed Meg’s wrist and she dropped the knife.
“I was supposed to kill her, not you. I told u to leave” he zei furious. He let go of her and raised his hand. He hit her so hard she fell down against the dresser.
The front door opened and Meg scarcely put herself up. Isabel Roberts was standing in the doorway, her gun aimed at Meg.
“Cas?” Meg moaned scared. Isabel walked quickly towards her and shot.
“Meg!” Cas exclaimed and he ran towards her. He kneeled and lifted her head.
“The cops are on their way, Mr. Novak” Isabel zei trembling. “I suggest u don’t try to run, of God help me, I will kill you”
Meg shook her head. “No” she zei difficult. “Don’t let them get to you. Run”
“Okay” Cas promised. “I’ll come back for you” He lay Meg gently down and stood. He turned to Isabel and raised his hands in the air. “Alright, I’ll come with you”
He walked towards her and grabbed her arm. He stal the gun and used the grip to hit Isabel on the head. She fell down unconscious and Cas threw her over his shoulder. He locked her in the romp, kofferbak of her own car and placed himself behind the wheel.
