Ending

As Lilah hung upside down, trapped by her seatbelt, she heard nothing, saw nothing, and only felt the blinding pain in her head and the blood dripping down her face.
‘I’m dead,’ Was all her groggy mind would come up with to sum up her situation. Not so bad dying by the hand of the man you love is it? Even if it ment burning to death. This is what she thought when what was left of her senses picked up the smell of gas. When she opened her eyes, she realized her car was in the middle of a plowed cornfield and upside down. The sound of feet on the plowed corn had her slowly turning her head to the right. All she saw was a pair of feet and the sawed off shotgun she had so recently become accustomed to.
Lilah wanted to scream as she watched the feet walk around to the drivers’ side of the car, but she couldn’t find her voice. When Malachi bent down to look at her, to her great surprise, she was not scared. The look on Malachi’s face was one of worry and shock, not anger and hate. When she began to smile his face quickly turned back to giving her the look of evil. She saw pure murder in his eyes. Lilah knew that she couldn’t possibly get away from him, that she was going to die in the cornfield….alone. But giving up just wasn’t her style.

When Malachi pulled her out of the car she tried to get away, but it only seemed to make him more upset. Lilah knew that she was getting cuts on her back from the corn as Malachi drug her by her hair towards the woods, but she could feel no pain. When the moon hid behind the trees, Lilah knew she was done, she was dead. When Malachi let go of her hair, she tried to get up and run , but in her weak condition, she only got to her knees before Malachi kicked her in the ribs and brought her back down.
“I told you not to run.” Malachi told her as he rolled her onto her back. Something inside him began to ache when he saw the condition she was in. Tears streaked down her blood stained face, her leg was broken so badly that the bone was sticking out of the skin, and one of her fingers was contorted in ways that shouldn’t be possible. Anger and sadness filled him to no end.
“God damn it! I told you not to run! I can’t control him! I thought I could, but he’s too strong!” When Lilah’s vision cleared, Malachi was at her side sobbing lightly. “I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry I did this to you. Please, forgive me.” Along with her mind already being disorientated, confusion had now set in on Lilah. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I was stupid to think I could keep him back. Now look at you.” He told her and began to run a finger down her cheek, but in reflex and confusion, Lilah jerked back.
The look on Malachi’s face was hidden behind the shadows of the night when he hung his head. Lilah didn’t know what to do, if she should try to run again or stay put and wait it out. When Malachi’s face came back into the light of the moon it was no longer the sweet concerned Malachi. It was the Malachi that wanted to kill her as much as look at her.
“Nice try bitch. Looking all-innocent down there with your busted body. Thought you could get to him didn’t you? Well, all you have managed to do is piss me off even more!” With that, Malachi shot up to his feet and looked down at her one last time. Lilah closed her eyes and prayed to god for something to happen, anything to happen. But nothing did. The last thing Lilah heard was the cocking of the shotgun.