“It’s easy, you either sign it all over to me, or both of you get a bullet, to the head!” She says, as she holds the rifle towards them.
“Marion, this is ridiculous! Put the gun down, and let’s talk ab…” But he doesn’t get to finish his sentence as a shot fires from the rifle and hits him squarely in the centre of his chest, he stands there for a few long, agonising moments, as the shock slowly sets in, the girl hiding beneath the beds doona begins to scream erratically. His eyes, slowly look up at her, as his mouth drops open, then, he collapses to the ground, stone cold dead. She fires another shot, it rips into the doona, and the girl hiding underneath it lets out one last wretched scream, then, falls silent, as a large, red stain, begins to grow quickly withing the doona and across the sheet. Seconds pass, while she stands there, admiring her handiwork, then, the door bursts open and he runs into the house, sweat dripping from him, his heart racing a million miles an hour, his eyes, desperately searching the hallway, but, as soon as he sees her, and the smoking rifle in her hands, he knows, he’s too late.
“What did you do?” He yells as he runs towards her, she swings the rifle his way, and he throws his hands up in the air, but, quickly drops them again, knowing, they’d do little to shield him if she’d fired. “M-M-Mother, what the fuck did you do?”
“Don’t you dare talk to me like that! I did what that lying sack of shit deserved, what all pieces of shit like him deserve,” she says, spitting a mouthful of yellowish saliva onto the floor. “I sent him and the whore he was fucking to be judged by their maker.”
“Fuck Mother! Have you lost it? What the fucking hell were you thinking? Couldn’t you just leave him?”
Her lip trembles, and her grip on the rifle tightens, “We had a prenup, I’d get nothing if I walked away,. And his new floozy, she’d end up with everything, and I couldn’t let that happen, not after all these years, not after everything I went through, I wasn’t going to lose it, not without a fight!”
“Don’t you see, don’t you realise, you’ll lose it all, you’ll get nothing, and you’ll end up going to prison, for what?”
“For everything, we’ll make it look like a home invasion, all you need to do is be my alibi, and we’ll share in all of it, together!” She says.
“You’re crazy Mother, it’s over, you’re done, I’m calling the police and nothing you can say will stop me, I won’t be a part of this, I won’t be part of your plans!”
“Don’t be a fool Jeremiah, we can salvage this, all of it. Just remember what I taught you?”
“What you taught me? When did you teach me anything, Mother? All you ever wanted was Daddies millions, and that’s never going to happen now, so, put down the gun, and go!”
She lowers the rifle, slowly, as a tear runs down her cheek, “I-I-I, I knew you’d say that,” she says softly, before raising the rifle again, and firing.
You can read the original 50 Word Story HERE.