GOOD NIGHT HONEY

 

The day was hard. Kamil came back later. I was so afraid the police might question him, maybe my parents... oh! It had been so long since I'd seen them, but I had to escape. I knew what my father's reaction would be. I even had a dream, which I thought was prophetic:

"Dad...

" "Yes, honey?" "

I..."

"Do you have a problem?"

"I... I'm pregnant .

" "What!???"

"I'm going to have a baby, a tiny little baby."

"No, baby, you can't do that! Studies are the most important thing. You'll have an abortion!"

"When will you finally understand that I'm not a baby anymore!"

"Then you won't live in my house. Goodbye.

" ...

I was sure that if I had stayed, it would have ended like this. So, why should I have endured this?

"Marta! I'm talking to you!! Are you listening to me?

" "Yes, honey. How's it going at the construction site?

" "Good, I mean, like always."

"You know... I was thinking about the baby and about us. Do you love me?"

There was silence. I never asked Kamil about it because I thought it was unnecessary. I didn't need the knowledge that he loved me. Until now. At one point, the thought of living alone and raising a daughter came to me. I always thought Kamil took me in because he felt >something< for me.

It rained all night. As if fate deliberately wanted me to stay awake, thinking only of Kamil. I don't even know who he is. I only know he's hiding something from me. Finally, he won't let me come to his room.

At breakfast:

"I didn't sleep all night, and you... Kamil?"

He must have noticed I hadn't called him DARLING. But after that conversation (or rather, the lack of an answer), I decided he was with me out of pity. He never asked whose child I was carrying. I don't know why I called him DARLING. I don't remember. But I think it wasn't just for fun.

"Okay, what?"

"I'm just asking."

In reality, I wanted to start something, just to get to the conversation that was weighing on me. My mind was swarming with questions I couldn't hold back any longer. I'd been living with Kamil for two months. Two long months. His house was 40 kilometers away from the one I used to live in. But sometimes I was afraid they'd find me.

"Kamil…"

"What?!?"

"And when do I have to leave?"

"You can stay as long as you want," he said, calmer than before, but also dry. "

Are you sure? It's me, but it's also my child

." "I know it!!"

"Aaaaa… aha."

He was more angry than ever. But did I do something to him?!? No… probably not.

I went for a walk in the evening. Kamil was either in his room or out somewhere. It was beautiful. So many leaves on the path, a few birds flying overhead—pretty. Only the trees seem to be trying to be original, because they're sad, gray, worried, and bare. It's late, but thanks to the streetlights, I can see this beauty. I can't contain my delight and elation!!! Suddenly… I heard a scream… screams. Apparently, there were two people there… yes! A woman and a man! I can hear quite clearly… the woman calling for help, and the man shouting at her…

"Be quiet. No one will hear you anyway!" >he< yelled . "Let

me go! HELP!!!

" "Shut up or I'll do something to you!" Could it be… no, that's impossible! Could Kamil…" I started running. Fast, just to get to Kamil's house as quickly as possible. "

I'll run the other way so he doesn't see me. The route will be longer, but whatever, I'm running through the park."

After half an hour, I got lost. "Where am I?" I asked loudly. Suddenly, I spotted a figure in a black cloak. The person had covered themselves so well that I couldn't tell their gender.

The "apparition" grabbed my arm and led me. I didn't say a word and obediently walked with the man. Why a man? Because this "someone" had a lot of strength and a powerful presence. We reached the park exit, and the figure continued to stubbornly lead me. I realized I was still a dozen or so meters away from my…Kamil's house. Finally, I summoned my courage and spoke to the stranger.

"Who are you and how do you know where I live?"

"I know a lot more about you. I can only say that you've seen me in Zabrze (I lived there!)," his answer surprised me. Only Kamil and I know about my whereabouts. This person could have followed me, come here… "

I'll be there soon, thank you."

"Goodbye! "

"Goodnight. "

I ran back to the house. Once I got there, I couldn't catch my breath. But wait, Kamil! I have to check if he's home. So I have to go into his room. I knocked once, twice, and nothing. I went in. Oh God!!! A cold shiver ran through me. There were four dead women in the room!!!! Young...somewhere around the age of...no, no... Too much. I have to get out!!!!

I lay down and surprisingly, I fell asleep. After last night's sleepless night and today's experiences, it's understandable, right?

In the morning:

"What were you doing in the woods last night?"

"You don't need that to be happy! It's none of your business!!! But wait, wait... how do you know I was in the woods, huh??!! Tell me!!!!

"Because I was walking. What were you doing to that woman, Kamil?" I didn't lie. I didn't want to. His voice terrified me, but I managed to ask.

"It's you...I'll kill you!!!" I realized he was just saying it. "

Easy, easy, Kamil. Just one more question: What do you keep in your room?"

-You looked in there?!!!! Yes??!!! I told you so! Reply: You were there, you went into my room?!!?

"Yes…

" "And I wanted to spare you, but no! You had to force yourself into the wrong place!! Do you know why I killed them?! Because they're women!! Stupid creatures, without feelings. They thought I was stupider than them! They interfered in other people's business, so they have! You'll end up like this too!!!"

That was the longest sentence he'd ever said to me, the longest. He tied me to a chair with a rope (which he had in his pocket) and went for the knife. I smiled and felt something I'd never felt before. I understood why I called him "Honey."

When he stabbed me in the chest, all I could manage was: "Goodbye, Honey.

" ***

The action moves quickly, very quickly, but it's on impulse.