Fucking Karma

It was three o’clock in the morning when the telephone rang. Apparently nobody was waiting for that call, but probably it made us feel better, giving us a small pause. There wasn’t a phone inside the house, so rapidly the man sitting in front of me picked his gun up from the top of the table and ran to pick the telephone up outside, where there was an old and rusty telephone box. Before going out shouted:

— If one of you tries to become a hero or to move a fucking finger, I can assure you that it will be the last thing you do. Bunny, look after of those fucking bastards. Just take this gun, point it at them, and don’t hesitate to shoot them if they try to do something strange, okay Bunny? Did you hear at me? Look at my eyes!

And before leaving us he whispered in her ear… — Don’t worry honey bunny, it’s all going to be okay.

And after that, he opened the front door and went out quickly. Outside it was raining. There were three persons more with me that night inside that old house in the middle of nowhere. A couple in their mid forties and their daughter, a beautiful girl who had a necklace with her name: Sarah. I had never seen them before. They look like foreigners and also as frightened as me. Although we had been there for more than seven hours, we didn’t know each others’ names either. I mean we didn’t know anything about one another. And maybe that’s why in a moment of weakness the little Bunny, who was there, holding a gun between her small hands, pointing it at all of us, needed to know a bit more about us. So, she decided to ask and she started with the family:

— Hey! You! What’s your name?

The woman who looked tired, answered:

— Mary…

— And the man sitting next to you… Is he your husband"

—Yes, he is.

— Don’t say anything! — shouted the man to his wife—Are you crazy? She is pointing at us with a gun. She wants to kill us.

— Shut up fucking man. Who do you think you are? I’m just talking with her! Just talking! —answered the girl. And while she was saying that she was pointing her gun at his head, every time closer and closer. And then Mary’s husband did exactly what he shouldn’t have: shout at her trying to move her arm away. Bunny couldn’t take it, and reminding what Bill had said before leave the house she just simply pulled the trigger. The bullet went through Mary’s husband’s head directly into the wall. Mary covered with her husband’s blood started to shout and cry, and her daughter did too.

— Don’t’ shout! —said Bunny —Stop now! Don’t shout bitches!

Hearing all that, Bunny’s partner came back to the house!

— What happened here? For God’s sake! What’s this fucking mess, Bunny? I just went out for a minute! Shit, shit, shit!

— I’m sorry Bill, I really worried about it, but it wasn’t my fault. He shouted at me… and it makes me lose my head… You know that, I’m so sensitive.

— It’s okay my Bunny, don’t cry. Just calm down. Everything is okay, I like your mind.

And forgetting to do something that could save my life I just looked around me, and viewing that situation I felt a deep fear inside me. Instead of do anything I just started to think. How have I finished there this bloody night? Why wasn’t I at home, sitting on my sofa having a beer with my brother and talking with him about the last Chicago’s game? Was it a fucking joke? A nightmare? Unfortunately, it wasn’t.

By then, the man was sitting again in front of me. Pointing at us. I looked at his eyes praying to get away safe and sound. But something inside me, maybe my instinct plus the facts, were telling me that night would be the last. Was I sentenced to death to be killed by two insane guys?
— Fucking karma —I though.