Creative Writing: Azairah's Murderess

Azairah immediately understood the risks that came with partnering up with Kyle. She understood that there was no returning to her normal, repetitive life anymore. Nothing was going to be the same the minute she stepped foot outside of her home with her bags packed. But she was prepared. Azairah was prepared to carry the name "Murderess" with two open arms, with no hesitation, with not an once of regret. Kyle.. her dear Kyle... She was glad she met this man. Truly grateful but the sound of another name that wasn 't Cole 's caught her attention as well as Kyle 's warm hand against hers. "Anything for me? Such a gentleman you are, Kyle," Zai sat up a moment before Kyle got up reached her slender form over the and kissed his cheek. "So 'Ian ' is

Feeling his familiar hand against her shoulder, Azairah turned her head slowly up at the other. "I 'm finally being given a chance to escape. This house is the last place I 'd want to spend the rest of my miserable life in." If only Kyle had truly known how much of a prison it was than a 'warm home. ' Given this chance was as if finding bail and finally fleeing her long endured sentence. All because of Kyle. She stood, nodding as he spoke and moments later he was gone. Though not for too long. When he 'd returned, Azairah was packed. Two bags, important documents that couldn 't be left behind and her body was all she brought and if she had the choice she 'd burn the place down too. As ambitious as she was to do such a thing it wasn 't an option. That alone would have caused too much unnecessary attention. Azairah, just like Kyle, quit her job without explanation. Just as friendly a farewell she could give since it was the last time she 'd ever be speaking to them. It wasn 't until there came a knock at the door did she realize that everything was official. Like a new book being opened for the first time, a new journey, a

And here she told herself she wouldn 't look back as they pulled away yet she turned her whole body and watched as her house got smaller and smaller as Kyle drove off. Of course there was going to be some sort of lingering feeling for the place but not enough to have her second guess her decision. It was better being with Kyle and on the run for god sake than being shelled up and miserably alone. She wouldn 't dare say it now but in time Kyle was owed a major thanks. For being the one behind the one-way glass. For seeing her the night of her first kill. For sending her the message letting her know it was okay. For sharing his desires no matter how wild they were. For accepting Azairah and her needs. It was all because of him and he deserved thanks. Returning to her forward position as her home was finally out of sight, Zai pulled on her seat belt and turned to fact Kyle a minute. "What 's her name?" she questioned suddenly. "Ian 's girlfriend I mean. What 's her name?" She 'd figured he 'd know since it seemed Kyle was all ears when anyone least expected it. Not that she cared much for who she was, it would at least light a fire under her ass knowing she wasn 't just killing 'Ian 's girlfriend ' but instead a daughter