Rob entered the ‘Blueberry Cafe’ and scanned the entire space with his eyes, until he noticed Annabel sitting at the bar. Her boyfriend wasn’t there.
He walked up to the bar, and coughed to get her attention. “Evening, Anna” he said.
Annabel gasped as she recognized his voice, but focused on her drink rather than to face him.
“I can’t help but notice Little John is nowhere to be seen” Rob noted, his voice so low only Annabel could hear it.
“What do you want, Rob?” Annabel hissed, feeling her body tense from head to toe. “Vincent will be back any minute”
“You have something I need” Rob explained. “Deb’s little sketchbook, remember. You have it, I know you do, and you’re going to give it to me”
“Why would I do that?” Annabel asked skeptically. “Deb trusted me with it. I’m not giving it to anyone”
Rob nodded. “Okay” he simply commented. “Then, we’ll just wait for Vincent to come back. By the way, does he know about us?”
“What about us?” Annabel asked suspicious.
“You know, about the fact that we’ve been messing around, behind his back” Rob’s eyes grew wide as he tried to make an obvious point.
Annabel shook her head disgusted. “Fine” she grunted, and she jumped off her stool. Rob grabbed her arm and dragged her outside.
Back inside her house, Annabel needed a moment to digest the damage Rob had made.
“Hey, sketchbook, now” Rob snapped impatiently.
Annabel jumped up, and turned to Rob. “It’s in my room” she muttered scared. She led the way, and let Rob inside her room.
When Annabel made no movements to get the book, Rob raised his arms. “Well? Where is it?”
“I told you, I’m not giving it to you” Annabel replied bravely.
“You…” Rob panted, before he grabbed her throat and pushed her down on the bed. “Where is it? Tell me where it is, or I swear I will kill you”
Annabel never had the chance to figure out if he was bluffing or not. Rob was being pulled away and hit in the face by a shotgun. He fell down on the floor and looked up at the person he’d referred to as ‘Little John’
Vincent aimed the shotgun at Rob’s head and fired. Annabel screamed. “Just up, you stupid cow!” he shouted. “You better tell me what the hell is going on. What happened to my living room?”
“He was looking for something” Annabel mumbled, in slight panic. “He must’ve broken in while we were out”
“How did he get in here?” Vincent barked. “You forgot to lock the door, didn’t you, you fatuous bitch! You can’t do anything right, can you?”
The next Annabel went to prison to visit Deb. Deb furrowed her eyebrows when she saw Annabel was wearing sunglasses.
“What are the glasses for?” Deb asked when they both sat down. Annabel took off the sunglasses and Deb gasped at the sight of two black eyes. “I shouldn’t say this, but I’m going to kill that bastard”
“It looks worse than it is” Annabel dismissed Deb’s concern. “He didn’t mean it that way. He was just really upset about the break in”
“Someone broke in to your house? Did they take something?” Deb asked worried.
“No” Annabel replied. “Deb…It was Rob. He was looking for your sketchbook. He wanted to use it against you. He tried to kill me, when I wouldn’t give it to him, but…Vincent killed him. Vincent saved my life, and if you think about it, yours, too”
He walked up to the bar, and coughed to get her attention. “Evening, Anna” he said.
Annabel gasped as she recognized his voice, but focused on her drink rather than to face him.
“I can’t help but notice Little John is nowhere to be seen” Rob noted, his voice so low only Annabel could hear it.
“What do you want, Rob?” Annabel hissed, feeling her body tense from head to toe. “Vincent will be back any minute”
“You have something I need” Rob explained. “Deb’s little sketchbook, remember. You have it, I know you do, and you’re going to give it to me”
“Why would I do that?” Annabel asked skeptically. “Deb trusted me with it. I’m not giving it to anyone”
Rob nodded. “Okay” he simply commented. “Then, we’ll just wait for Vincent to come back. By the way, does he know about us?”
“What about us?” Annabel asked suspicious.
“You know, about the fact that we’ve been messing around, behind his back” Rob’s eyes grew wide as he tried to make an obvious point.
Annabel shook her head disgusted. “Fine” she grunted, and she jumped off her stool. Rob grabbed her arm and dragged her outside.
Back inside her house, Annabel needed a moment to digest the damage Rob had made.
“Hey, sketchbook, now” Rob snapped impatiently.
Annabel jumped up, and turned to Rob. “It’s in my room” she muttered scared. She led the way, and let Rob inside her room.
When Annabel made no movements to get the book, Rob raised his arms. “Well? Where is it?”
“I told you, I’m not giving it to you” Annabel replied bravely.
“You…” Rob panted, before he grabbed her throat and pushed her down on the bed. “Where is it? Tell me where it is, or I swear I will kill you”
Annabel never had the chance to figure out if he was bluffing or not. Rob was being pulled away and hit in the face by a shotgun. He fell down on the floor and looked up at the person he’d referred to as ‘Little John’
Vincent aimed the shotgun at Rob’s head and fired. Annabel screamed. “Just up, you stupid cow!” he shouted. “You better tell me what the hell is going on. What happened to my living room?”
“He was looking for something” Annabel mumbled, in slight panic. “He must’ve broken in while we were out”
“How did he get in here?” Vincent barked. “You forgot to lock the door, didn’t you, you fatuous bitch! You can’t do anything right, can you?”
The next Annabel went to prison to visit Deb. Deb furrowed her eyebrows when she saw Annabel was wearing sunglasses.
“What are the glasses for?” Deb asked when they both sat down. Annabel took off the sunglasses and Deb gasped at the sight of two black eyes. “I shouldn’t say this, but I’m going to kill that bastard”
“It looks worse than it is” Annabel dismissed Deb’s concern. “He didn’t mean it that way. He was just really upset about the break in”
“Someone broke in to your house? Did they take something?” Deb asked worried.
“No” Annabel replied. “Deb…It was Rob. He was looking for your sketchbook. He wanted to use it against you. He tried to kill me, when I wouldn’t give it to him, but…Vincent killed him. Vincent saved my life, and if you think about it, yours, too”