The ruckus started behind me. It was a good few minutes before I could see what was happening. Dad? “Dad. What is happening?”
He couldn’t hear me.
As a matter of fact no one could hear me .
I was in a coffin.
I remember now. If I couldn’t have the baby no one would. I had killed my baby in my womb. I must have passed out with all the blood that spurted out when I hit my stomach repeatedly with the knife.
Dad had his rifle and it was aimed at Jeremy. The noise was loud in the small church. The back of Jeremys head exploded with the impact of the bullet. Dad then put the gun in his mouth and as he pulled the trigger he fell across my coffin.