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Scarlet's Tears, A Short Story

By: Angela Kay Austin | Other books by Angela Kay Austin
Published By: Vanilla Heart Publishing
Published: May 08, 2011
ISBN # 9781937227920
Word Count: 11,500
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Categories: Romance>Contemporary Romance>African-American Short Stories


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When you lose everything you love, how are you supposed to believe it won't happen again?

The knife at her throat didn't frighten Scarlet Anderson. In fact, it was a relief. Finally, she didn't have to worry any longer about living another empty day. She'd be reunited with the ones she loved.

Joshua Davis had faced a lot of challenges in his life, his faith and the love of his family had seen him through his latest battles. But, no person could help him, now. How had he managed to fall in love with someone who'd stopped loving herself? And what was he supposed to do?
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Chapter One

One hand filled with flattened cardboard boxes, and the other with an overstuffed black garbage bag, Scarlet turned and bumped her butt against the door handle. The door flew open and she exited the back of the bank into the low light of the alley. With her foot, she slid a brick between the door and the door jam. After a quick scan of the back parking lot, she strolled toward the green dumpster. Her back to the lot, she placed the load she carried on the ground, and attempted to unlock the bolt on the trash can.

As Joshua Davis turned the key in his ignition, he saw the man dressed in black emerge from the shadows, grab her around her waist, and pull her body into his. She squirmed in protest, but not with any effort that would separate her from her captor.

“Behind you,” he yelled, but he was too far away, in his car, and too late. Joshua u-turned and parked. But, by the time he reached them and ran to the door, the man had pulled her inside of the bank, and kicked the brick aside locking them in.

“This has nothing to do with you,” the guy yelled through the glass door. “Take your ass back to your car, and forget everything.”

Joshua searched Scarlet’s face, but there was nothing. He didn’t know if she was in shock or maybe…maybe she knew the guy. “I’m calling the police.” He yanked at the door. It was loose, but it would not give.

The man didn’t respond. He stared wildly at Joshua, and then scanned the interior of the bank. He looked trapped and scared, which made Joshua even more nervous…not for himself, but for her.

He didn’t’ know much about her, but she’d eaten in his restaurant almost every day…since that first day six months ago, but she never seemed to have much to say. He thought she seemed sad. Sad and alone. Joshua yelled her name through the glass, “Scarlet.”

Why wasn’t she struggling harder? Her brown skin darkened beneath the man’s grip around her neck. She choked and coughed. The man loosened his grip, and she gasped for air, hungrily. The knife the man held at her throat pricked her skin. Joshua watched as a drop of blood beaded on her neck.

The man with the knife yelled, “Go away. Damn it. Go away.”

Joshua banged on the glass. “Not without her. Let her go.”

Scarlet Anderson’s fingernails were short, but she dug as hard and deep as she could into her attacker’s wrists and arms. He simply squeezed her neck harder. The tighter his hold the more light-headed she began to feel. And the more she could feel the tip of his knife dig into her skin. Something wet and warm rolled down her décolletage. She wasn’t sure she wanted to survive…there was no reason. But, Joshua, the sweet man from the restaurant, banged furiously on the other side of the glass. He wanted her to survive.

She watched Joshua slide his phone back into his pocket. “The police are on their way. Let her go.” And he kept banging on the glass. He wasn’t gonna leave her.
Watching him pound on the door awakened her spirit. She stomped the guy’s foot closest to her as hard as she could, then she elbowed him in the stomach. He doubled over, and she ran to the front of the bank. If she ran to the back door he and Joshua would be face to face, and that wouldn’t be good. He would be one more person hurt because of her. Joshua was easily over six feet, but so was this guy, and he had about forty pounds on Joshua. She just prayed the police would be out front by the time she made it to the door.

The red and blue lights gave her more energy. She ran harder.

“Just give me the keys. I know you’ve got to have keys to shit in here. I don’t want you,” the guy yelled.

She didn’t answer, she just kept running. She’d left the inside door unlocked so she could clean the glass doors. Thank god. But, the outside door was locked. She prayed the lock wouldn’t stick as usual. Her breathing fogged up the glass as she twisted the latch. The lock clicked, and the door opened. She pushed at the door, and grabbed the key attached to her wrist by a green stretchy bracelet. Although she attempted, there was no time to lock it before the man reached it and her. She turned around, and pushed at the door with her back bracing against it as hard as she could. But, the man pushed harder, and she went flying forward.

Anne Arundel County police pulled into the bank’s parking lot. They scrambled out of their cars with their guns drawn.

“Away from the door,” one yelled.

“Hands up,” yelled another.

Scarlet threw her hands in the air, and the jittery man holding the knife froze. Not from fear, but it looked like he was trying to make a decision. The look in the man’s eyes told her he’d made his decision, but she didn’t think it was what the police wanted. There would be no hands in the air or lying down on the ground.

Joshua rounded the corner. The man lunged at Scarlet, and so did Joshua. The police shot.

The pressure of Joshua on top of her knocked the wind out of her. The rocks and bushes pressing against her back cut through her skin. Something wet dripped through her fingers. She raised her hand. Blood. “Oh my God!”

Joshua rose from her. He took two steps back on wobbly legs, and then fell to the ground. God, the blood wasn’t hers, it was his. The man she’d been ignoring for the past six months just got shot by the cops trying to help her get away from some nut with a knife.

“Are you okay?” His voice was whisper soft.

“Ma’am. Move away from him,” said one of the police officers.

She stared up at the police officer. “Y’all shot him. He’s bleeding.”

“The paramedics are on the way.”

“You shot the wrong person.” She nodded at the younger white guy lying on the ground with an officer’s knee in his back. “He’s the psycho.”

“We need to get some information from you. We need to know what happened here,” stated one of the police officers.

She glanced at Joshua bleeding on the asphalt, and at the other guy cursing and screaming on the ground, then back at the police officer standing over her.
“If you have questions then ask, but he needs help. I’m staying here until the ambulance arrives.”

The police officer’s questions began to blur together as she focused on putting pressure on Joshua’s wound, and watched the officers throw the other guy into the back of a police car. Officers wanted to take over working on Joshua’s wound, but she wouldn’t let them. She’d taken CPR and first aid classes. There was no way she would lose anybody else. One of the officers fell to his knees beside her, and they began to work together. It took a moment before they were in sync, but soon they had controlled the bleeding, and they were waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

“Bitch,” the man snarled from the backseat before the car door slammed.

Scarlet's Tears, A Short Story

By: Angela Kay Austin