Matilda and the Assassin - Chapter 10
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Hetero, MF, Mf, 1st Time, Violence (not sexual violence)
Previous parts to this story - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9
Matilda's eyes darted between Leon's dead body and the gun in her hand. She stared at her hand, raising it slowly. It was steady. Not a hint of a tremble. She replaced the pistol in the suitcase and took a long, hot shower.
Re-entering the bedroom, Matilda kept glancing at Leon's blood-soaked body as she donned a pair of jeans and black tee-shirt. She had not been truthful with him. Her plan had been done in haste, not well thought out as he had taught her. The killing part was planned well, but Leon had told her again and again that it was not over when the mark was dead. You had to plan for what happened afterwards.
She returned to the living room with her hands shoved deep inside her pockets and her shoulders slumped. Dragging her feet as she walked back and forth, she wondered what her next step would be. Being only thirteen had many disadvantages. She abruptly stopped and tilted her head. Her eyes opened wide and she slapped her thigh.
Rushing to the bedroom, she knelt at Leon's discarded clothing. Digging into his pants pocket, she pulled out his keys and hurried to the closet. She dragged one suitcase out and unlocked it, lifting the lid. She grabbed a stack of bills held together with a rubber band and stuffed it into the front of her panties. Then she re-locked the suitcase, sliding it back in place alongside the others. She did not bother looking back as she dashed out of the apartment.
Matilda walked towards Big Tony's but stopped in front of Crash's apartment building. She skipped up the few steps and entered the lobby. Scanning the mailboxes brought a frown. None were labeled "Crash." What's his real name? she wondered, covering her face in one hand and shaking her head.
She left the building, leaping the four steps and running the couple of blocks to Big Tony's. Dodging the front door as it swung open by skirting to the left, she apologized to the startled customers leaving the restaurant as she ran by them. She ducked into the alley, finally slowing her pace to a walk. Music and sounds of clanking plates came from the open side door. She peeked into the kitchen.
"Pssst."
Crash looked over his shoulder. His arms were elbow-deep in dishwater. A smile formed on his face as he grabbed a towel, drying his hands and arms as he walked to the door.
"Hey, cutie, what's up?" he asked.
"Can we go somewhere and talk?"
Crash glanced over his shoulder and turned back. "I gotta work. I need this job."
"I can offer you a better job."
"Yeah right!"
"I mean it. I really can."
"Look, if that big French guy--"
"He's dead."
Crash's jaw dropped. "I'm sorry. He was your old man, right?"
"He was my teacher." Crash stared at her blankly. "Do you know what Leon did for Big Tony?"
"Ain't got a clue. I don't put my nose in no one's business."
"Leon was a hitman," she said in a hushed voice. "And he taught me how to be a hitman."
"Get outta here. I can't play silly games. I got work to do."
Matilda grabbed Crash's arm as he turned to walk away. "Please, I need your help. I need a driver and a place to stay."
"I ain't got no car."
"I'll buy you one."
"Yeah right! Look, you're gonna get me fired."
Matilda shoved her hand into the front of her jeans and came out with the stack of one-hundred dollar bills. "See! I have money," she said waving it in front of Crash's face. "Lots of it. I will buy you a car."
Crash stared at her with his mouth open. "How much ya got?" he asked after composing himself.
"A lot."
"Then why do you need me?"
"I'm only thirteen. I can't drive. I can't get an apartment. I can't do a lot of stuff I need to do. I need a partner."
"So you're a hitman and need a partner 'cause someone bumped off your old man."
"He wasn't my old man. He killed my family so I killed him."
Crash's mouth fell open again. "You killed the French guy?"
"He killed my baby brother. I got even."
"Was he the first person you killed?"
Matilda hung her head. "No."
"And you wanna go on killing people? You wanna be like him?"
Matilda looked up. "That's all I know how to do."
"Look, I need--"
"Hey, jerk-off, whatcha doing over there?" Big Tony screamed in his gruff voice.
Crash turned, bringing Matilda into view. Big Tony glanced at her and then looked back at Crash. "What are you talking to that little cunt for?" Big Tony yelled. "The fuckin' dishes are piling up. Get pussy on your own time."
"I'm sorry," Crash said. "She just--"
"She just what? She wants your cock. That little whore's been banging Leon like there's no tomorrow." Looking at Matilda, he spread his legs with bent knees, grabbed his crotch, and humped his pelvis. "Hey, cunt, want some of this?"
Crash turned to Matilda. She was wiping the tears off her cheeks. He spun around and took two steps towards Big Tony and stopped. "You want your dishes washed? Do it yourself." He threw the towel at Big Tony. It flew about five feet before suddenly stopping in mid-air and floating to the floor.
"Fuck you!" Big Tony screamed.
"No, fuck you!" Crash yelled back.
Crash walked up to Matilda and grabbed her hand. He tugged hard. She stumbled after him as he rushed down the alley. All the while Big Tony yelled obscenities. When they reached the street, Matilda pulled her hand free and stopped, looking up at Crash.
"I guess ... you don't want ... to be my friend ... now," she said between sniffles.
Crash leaned over and kissed her forehead. Then he wiped one wet cheek and then the other. He smiled and took her hand.
"Let's go, friend," he said and began walking.
Matilda walked with him, silently, with her head down. She would glance up at him from time to time but then look back down. When they stopped in front of his apartment building she stared at him.
"What are we doing here?" she asked, yanking her hand away.
"You wanted to talk. Let's talk." He sat on the stoop, leaning forward with his forearms resting on his spread knees, staring at her.
Matilda stood with her chin pressed to her chest and her hands clasped in front of her, shifting from foot to foot. "I'm not a whore," she said to her toes.
"I never said you were."
Matilda's head shot up. "But that fat pig said--!"
"Who cares what he said," Crash interrupted. "We're friends."
Fresh tears ran down her cheeks, but they were joyous tears. She leapt at Crash, crashing into him so hard he started to fall over backwards. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He went to hold her, but hesitated with his hands suspended behind her. Then he lowered them onto her back. She hugged him tighter.
Crash whispered in her ear, "Let's talk."
Matilda sat down next to him. Once she started, she talked non-stop. She told him about her family and how much she loved her little brother. She told him about coming home and finding them dead and how Leon took her in under the condition she would have sex with him. She did not mention that she had fallen in love with Leon. She skipped over killing the security guard and Detective Grafton, simply telling Crash that Leon trained her to be a hitman and she helped him a few times. Then she went into more detail about discovering that Leon had killed her family so she killed him.
"Now I need a place to stay," she said, somewhat out of breath from her oration. "I can't stay at Leon's place because his body is there."
"You can stay with me," Crash said.
"I need help moving my stuff and..." Matilda looked down.
Crash waited and then said, "What?"
"I need help moving a bunch of suitcases. One has the weapons and the others the money. Will you help me?"
"Where do you live?"
"About five blocks that way." She pointed.
"That's a long way to carry all that stuff."
"Let's go buy a car!" Matilda exclaimed. The pitch of her voice rose with her excitement.
"How much you got on you?"
"I don't know."
Crash looked around and then said, "We can't count it here. Let's go inside."
He jumped up from the stoop and went into the lobby. Matilda followed. He looked out onto the street and said, "Go on, count it."
Matilda hesitated. She looked at Crash and blushed, then turned around. Only then did she reach inside her panties to retrieve the money. With her back to the front door and Crash watching the street, she counted fifty one-hundred dollar bills.
"Holy shit!" Crash hollered. "That's five thousand dollars!"
"Shhh."
Crash clamped his hand over his mouth and then said, "Sorry. I never saw that much money."
"Is it enough to buy a car?" Matilda asked.
"A used one. I'll call a taxi. Wait here."
Crash disappeared in a flash as he bolted up the stairs. Matilda waited, for the first time nervous about carrying the money. She breathed a sigh of relief when he returned.
The taxi took them to a nearby car lot. Like a little kid, Crash ran from vehicle to vehicle, looking inside each, sitting in the driver's seat with both hands on the steering wheel, checking under the hood, and even kicking a few tires. Most prices, however, were more than they had. He lingered on a black 1998 Mustang with 85,237 miles that was listed at $3,995.
Matilda walked up to him. "What's the matter?"
With a hand holding the hood up and looking at the engine, he said, "It's only a six."
"A six what?"
Crash turned to Matilda. He stared at her but immediately realized she was not teasing him. "It only has six cylinders. I wanted eight."
"Why?"
"It's faster."
"Oh. Then pick one with eight."
"We can afford this one."
"Let's go back for more money," Matilda said.
"No, this will be fine. It will use less gas and..."
Matilda waited and then asked, "And what?"
"It's your money."
"So?"
"I feel like a heel spending your money."
"I want to give you a present. What's wrong with that?"
"It's just weird. I should be buying you a present. I'm the guy and you're the girl."
"I don't care about that. Please let me buy you the car. Or if you want a faster one, let's get more money."
Just then a man in a bright blue sports coat with black pants walked up to them. "What do you kids want?"
"We want to buy this car," Matilda said.
"Is your father here?"
"My parents are dead. My, um, brother here is the man of the house. He's eighteen so he can drive and wants this car."
"Really? And how is he going to pay for it?"
"Cash," Crash said, holding up the $5,000 he had stuffed inside his front pocket.
The salesman's eyes opened wide.
"I wanna test drive it and put it on a lift to check it out," Crash said.
They drove the car and then put it on a lift in the dealer's garage. Crash borrowed some tools and went to work.
When Crash was done and washed his hands, Matilda asked, "What were you doing to the car?"
"Looking for leaks and worn parts. I know a lot about cars and can fix almost anything."
Crash and the salesman negotiated for a while. At one point, Crash grabbed Matilda's hand and pulled her out of the chair. Matilda complained, but he leaned over and whispered for her to shut up. The salesman ran after them and caught up at the door. He countered with a lower price. Crash hesitated. Matilda looked up at him with a "please, please" expression. He finally held his hand out which the salesman eagerly shook.
A phone call by the salesman got them insurance and, with temporary dealer license plates, they drove to Matilda's apartment building. Crash lagged behind Matilda when they entered her apartment and halted before going into the bedroom. Matilda turned around.
"He's in there, right?" Crash said.
"Yeah, but he's dead."
Crash wrinkled his nose.
"Wait a minute," Matilda said and ran into the bedroom.
She pulled out a spare sheet from the closet. With a flick of her wrists, it floated in the air and settled over Leon's body. She rushed back to the door.
"C'mon," Matilda said, "I don't want to be here."
"You don't wanna be here," Crash said with sarcasm.
He entered the room and could not resist looking at the bed. Leon's forearm and hand protruded from the sheet covering him. Crash shivered and looked at Matilda. She was stuffing her clothing into bags.
"That's the one with the weapons," Matilda said pointing to the suitcase next to the dresser. "It's real heavy. The ones with the money are in the closet."
Crash walked to the closet and opened it. "My god! All of these have money in them?!"
"Yeah."
"Shit! We should have bought a better car."
"I told you."
Crash stared at her in amazement and then smiled. "Yeah, you did. It's gonna take more than one trip to bring all this. Maybe we shouldda got a bigger car."
"No, that's the one you liked."
Crash looked around trying to decide what to take first. "Why's that bear upside down?"
Matilda grabbed Bobby's bear and hugged it to her chest. "That's my brother's. It made him laugh when it was upside down."
"Cool."
It took several trips, using the trunk and back seat to hold everything. Crash insisted that no more than two suitcases would go in the seat with each trip since he could only carry two at a time and did not want to leave them exposed in their neighborhood. After a lot of hard work and a lot of climbing stairs, they sat on the floor in his apartment with all of Matilda's belongings around them.
"Can I use your shower?" Matilda asked.
"Sure. You live here now so it's not my shower. It's our shower."
Matilda giggled and then got serious. "I need you to drive me someplace."
"That's why you hired me," he said lightheartedly. "Where?"
"A forger."
"What?!"
"I need a new name and id. You know, birth certificate and stuff. Then I can get a social security card and I'll be someone else.
"How will you find a--?"
"Leon took me to one. He'll do it for a price."
When Matilda got out of the shower and dried off she realized she had forgotten to bring a change of clothes. Not wanting to put her sweaty ones on, she wrapped herself in a large bath towel and went to the living room where her belongings were. Crash averted his eyes and turned around.
"Don't be a baby," she said, giggling. "We're going to be living together. Can't get embarrassed every time someone shows a little skin." She wiggled her leg for effect. The towel began to unravel. She slapped her hand on it. "Oops."
Later, after all the chores were done and a nice dinner out, Crash said, "I'm beat. I guess I'll sleep on the couch."
"No, it's your apartment. I'll take the couch."
"You're my guest. You get the bed."
"But I--"
Crash clamped his hand over Matilda's mouth. She looked up at him with big eyes. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.
"It's settled," he said.
Without another word, Matilda washed up and climbed into Crash's bed. She lay on her side staring at Bobby's bear atop the dresser -- upside down. She smiled and whispered, "Goodnight, Bobby," before turning off the lamp and rolling onto her back. She stared up into the darkness.
Unable to fall asleep, Matilda turned the lamp on and rolled out of bed. She wore a long tee-shirt that came to mid-thigh. Opening the door as quietly as she could, she tiptoed towards the kitchen for a drink of water.
Matilda suddenly stopped. Groans and rustling came from the living room. She turned and walked there, the noises guiding her way. In the room, lit simply from the lamp in the bedroom, she looked over the back of the couch. Crash lay on his side. He grunted as he shifted onto his stomach. His feet kicked at the tangled bedcover which was mostly hanging off the couch. Flipping onto his back, his eyes met Matilda's.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, sitting up.
The sudden movement caused the blanket to slide onto the floor. He was bare-chested and wearing boxers.
"You're not comfortable, are you?" Matilda asked.
"I'm fine."
"No you're not! You take the bed and I'll sleep here."
"I thought we went through that already."
"Well, I'm a lot smaller than you so I will fit better on the couch."
"It's an old couch."
"So?"
"So the springs will dig into you."
Matilda crossed her arms over her chest and stamped her foot. "Then we'll both sleep in the bed."
"It's too small."
"I'm going to get a drink of water and then go to bed. If you're not there I'm going to sleep on the floor next to the couch. So don't be such a hard-ass."
Matilda peeked over the couch before returning to the bedroom. She entered and closed the door, walking slowly to the bed. She giggled.
"What's so funny?" Crash asked, looking over his shoulder. The cover was pulled up to his neck.
"Nothing."
Matilda held her hand over her mouth. Crash was lying at the far edge of the bed. It looked like one leg hung over the side. She lifted the cover on her side and climbed in facing away from Crash. The bed was a single and her butt bumped into Crash's. He flinched and Matilda heard a grunt as the cover was pulled off her. She turned and sat up. She laughed so hard she almost fell out of bed -- which was exactly what had happened to Crash.
"I told you the bed was too small," he said flipping the cover out over Matilda and the bed. "I'm going back to the couch."
"Then I'm going to sleep on the floor. Don't be a baby. I didn't push you out of bed. You're too jumpy."
Crash stood at the side of the bed staring at Matilda. He had seen that expression before. If either were to get any sleep he would have to share the bed with her. He slid under the cover onto his back with his hip touching hers. He lay still.
Matilda rolled onto her side, this time facing Crash. She draped an arm over his body. Crash tensed.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
Matilda giggled. "Holding you so you don't fall out of bed again." She snuggled against him.
Crash held his breath and then let it out as a steady stream, trying desperately to keep it quiet. He didn't move a muscle, except for his fingers twitching. He listened to Matilda breathing and felt the warmth of her body on his.
Matilda shifted, banging her leg against his before jerking it back. She moved again, the side of her face now on his chest. Her arm slid downward, resting on his belly. Crash stiffened and sucked in a lungful of air.
Matilda rubbed the side of her face on his chest as she settled in. She made a content purring sound as she shifted. Her arm moved further down. Now it was her turn to stop breathing. Her body tensed and remained still.
"Crash, you awake?" she whispered.
"Uh huh."
"How come you're, you know?"
"What do you mean?"
Matilda pressed her forearm down on Crash's hard cock. "This," she said.
There was no answer.
"Crash?"
Still no reply.
"Is it because of me?"
There was silence and then he said, "Uh huh."
"You like me like that?"
"Uh huh."
"I like you like that too."
Matilda pressed down again and then slid her arm over his cock until her hand rested on it. She moved her hand back and forth a few times and then curled her small fingers around his cock over his boxers. Crash moaned and jerked his hips up ever so slightly. Matilda's fingers tightened.
"You don't have to do this," Crash said between clenched teeth.
"Don't you want me to?"
"Uh huh. But you don't have to."
"I want to."
Crash wrapped his arm around Matilda and placed his other hand on her chin, turning her face up. He pressed his lips to hers, and when Matilda opened her mouth he shoved his tongue inside. She sucked it and then slid her tongue all over his. Crash held the back of her head, crushing their mouths together.
Matilda fished his hard cock through the opening in his boxers and swung a leg over him. She pulled his cock towards her pussy as she sat up. Crash grabbed her arm.
"Are you in that much of a hurry?" he asked.
Matilda hesitated. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, do you want to fuck or make love?"
"What's the difference?"
"This," he said, rolling Matilda onto her back while pushing her long tee-shirt up to her neck.
Matilda stared at Crash's face in the near darkness. She could barely see his features and could not read his eyes. She was about to ask her question again when his hand touched her belly. She gasped. Her breathing became ragged as his fingertips made little circles on her sensitive skin. And then they traveled upwards. Matilda's abdominal caved in as her ribcage expanded. She held her breath. And then the air in her lungs escaped with a sigh when his fingers touched her nipple.
"Don't you want to do it with me?" Matilda asked while reaching between them for his cock.
"I am doing it with you."
Her fingers grabbed his cock and pulled. She spread her legs further, but Crash did not push into her. He kept flicking her nipple with his fingertip. He leaned forward, capturing the elongated nipple between his lips. He sucked and flicked his tongue at it.
Matilda moaned. Her hand flew from his cock to the back of his head. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back, sinking into the pillow. Her legs locked around his body and she humped as if there were a cock inside her. She humped air.
Crash's mouth moved to her other tiny breast, his tongue leaving a wet trail between them. He sucked on that little tit as well, making the nipple erect. He lowered his hips, laying the length of his hard cock against Matilda's pussy.
As soon as Matilda felt Crash's cock touch her, she ground her pussy against it. It slid lengthwise into her slit. She humped in earnest, sliding the cock between her labia, rubbing her clit on it.
"Please put it in me," Matilda begged.
"Let go with your legs."
Matilda unlocked her ankles. Her legs dropped to the mattress and spread wide. Her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. Her mouth remained open to suck air into her lungs and release it. When Crash did not move, she reached for his cock. He slapped her hand away. She looked up into the darkness. Her eyes pleaded. Her lips silently mouthed, "Please, please, please."
Crash shifted. Matilda spread her legs wider.
And then Crash seemed to be moving away from her. He was backing up. She reached for him, but her hands slapped together. He had already slipped lower. But just when she was going to beg him not to leave, she felt his hands on either side of her pussy. His thumbs pressed into her meaty labia. He pried her open. And then she felt his tongue swipe at her exposed clit.
"Oh god!" she cried out, humping her hips up.
Matilda's hands reached down her body. She lifted her head and shoulders a little to reach further, but they collapsed back down. She tried again, her fingers spread and stretching. She needed to hold onto Crash's head, but when his tongue swiped her clit her head fell once more onto the pillow. Giving up, her feet slid along the mattress. Her heels almost reached her butt when her knees fell apart. She used her feet as leverage as she pushed her pussy into Crash's face.
"Oh god! God! Yes! Yes!" Matilda cried out, the tendons in her skinny thighs straining as she pushed up with her ass off the bed. Crash's hands cupped her little, round ass as he licked faster.
And then her climax subsided. Her butt crashed back to the mattress and her feet slid towards the foot of the bed. She lay stretched out with her eyes closed in the afterglow of an immense orgasm.
Matilda's eyes fluttered, opened to slits, and then all the way. She stared at the ceiling. Even if there had been bright light she may not have seen it. Her chest rose and fell. Her lower body twitched. Her arms lay out on either side of her, limp and useless.
She felt Crash's body slide up on hers. And then his smiling face hovered over her.
"That's making love," he said.
Matilda's mouth opened to respond, but only a deep sigh came out. She stared up at him, not having the strength to return his smile. She breathed through her open mouth.
"And this," Crash said, shifting more above her.
Matilda gasped when she felt the tip of his cock push into her. And then she sucked in air when it slid all the way into her. Her pussy clamped around it and she felt it throb in response.
Crash pulled out slowly, and then pushed back in just as slowly. Matilda was used to the urgency of hard thrusts. This was different. He pulled partway out and then pushed back in. He did it again and again. It was as if he was pumping energy into Matilda. Her legs and arms were moveable again. She reached around his body and pulled him to her. Their mouths met and soon wet kissing sounds and moans filled the dark room.
Crash's hips moved in a steady rhythm. He seemed to be going deeper. He was moving faster. Matilda once again brought her knees up and dug her heels into the mattress. She thrust her hips up when Crash's came down. Their bodies slapped together. Matilda grunted and Crash moaned.
"I can't hold out any longer," Crash said, his voice raspy.
"What?"
"I'm gonna cum. You on the pill?"
"Pill? Um, yes. Oh god!" Matilida's hips thrust up hard.
Crash pressed his forehead into the pillow next to Matilda's head and rammed his cock into her. She turned to face him and, when their bodies rocked with Crash's efforts, her lips brushed his cheek.
Crash moaned. His hips stilled and then moved in quick, jerky thrusts. After ejaculating, his body slumped on top of Matilda's. She hugged him tightly and her legs wrapped around the back of his thighs. Her hips humped hard. And then she closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as another orgasm overwhelmed her.
When Matilda's arms and legs fell limply off him, Crash rolled onto his back next to her. He stared into the darkness listening to her heavy breathing.
"What's your real name?" Matilda asked after a few minutes.
"Shawn O'Malley," he said, turning towards her.
"Good-night, Shawn."
Crash listened as her breathing became normal and then slow. He smiled and closed his eyes.
Later, Matilda's eyes popped open and her ears listened to a rattling sound. She bolted to a sitting position and pulled her long tee-shirt down. She strained to hear in the dark. Looking at Crash's sleeping form next to her, she slid out of bed. Kneeling before the weapons suitcase, she snapped the clasps open and lifted the top. She was barely able to see the pistols in their foam cutouts, but could have selected a gun and silencer with her eyes closed. Leon had made her do it blindfolded.
Barefoot, Matilda tiptoed to the front door. It was still rattling. She took a deep breath and slid the safety chain off. Then, holding the gun with her finger on the trigger, she unlocked the door and swung it open, stepping back. The burglar's surprised face stared at the gun pointing at him.
"No!" he screamed, holding his hand in the air.
The man spun around and ran.
"What's going on?" Crash asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"We had a burglar."
"What?! Oh shit! You okay?"
"Yeah."
"We need to move."
"Where?"
"A better neighborhood."
They didn't go back to bed. Matilda sat on the living room couch while Crash paced. She smiled at his agitated state. She was calm.
After talking for hours, Crash convinced Matilda that it was time to move. They took a stack of money and headed out of the slums. Matilda's eyes got bigger and bigger as they drove through neighborhoods free of litter, graffiti, and boarded windows. Her head moved like a lizard's -- right, left, front, left, right. She wanted to see everything. It was the first time in her life out of the slums.
Crash led her into an apartment building and to the manager's office off the lobby. The manager looked at them suspiciously, but listened to what Crash had to say.
"Yes, we have a vacancy," the manager said. "It's on the sixth floor. It faces--"
"The sixth floor?!" Matilda shouted. It was the first words she spoke other than "hello" when shaking the manager's hand.
"Is that a problem?" the manager asked.
"It's a lot of steps to climb."
The manager looked confused and said, "Why wouldn't you take the elevator?"
"You have an elevator?!"
Crash chuckled nervously and said, "Matilda, quit fooling around." He turned to the manager. "She's a kidder. Can we see the apartment?"
Matilda followed behind Crash. Her feet shuffled on the floor as she wanted to walk faster but had to match the agonizingly slow pace set by the manager. When they reached the elevator she ran out from behind Crash and stood in front of the doors. The manager smiled and pressed the button. The doors opened. Matilda jumped back.
Inside the elevator, Matilda gasped and grabbed the wall when it lunged upwards. Her eyes darted all around the inside, finally watching the numbers light one after the other until they reached the sixth floor. A ding signaling their arrival startled her, but not as much as the elevator coming to a stop with a jolt. She again slapped the wall to keep her balance.
The apartment was freshly painted and had clean carpeting. Matilda's eyes were big as she took it all in. The ride down the elevator was just as exciting, but not as frightening. That is until they reached the bottom floor. The sudden jolt caused her to bend her knees and grab the wall. But when the doors opened, she stood up straight and walked out with the others.
Back in the manager's office, Crash agreed to the amount of the rent.
"Um, there's two month's rent needed for security," the manager said. He eyed Crash.
"I assume you take cash."
"Why, yes. Of course."
Crash pulled out a stack of one-hundred dollar bills and peeled off one at a time, counting as he laid each bill on the manager's desk.
"Well, um, I'm very happy to have you two as tenants," the manager said, standing and extending his hand. "If you ever need anything, you know where to find me."
Crash stood and shook his hand. The whole experience was overwhelming to Matilda, but she staggered to her feet and accepted the manager's hand. Then she and Crash left to begin the move to their new life.
Crash convinced Matilda not to be a hitman and to go to school. The forger provided phony school records so that she could transfer. Although they had enough money to live on, Crash found a job as a car mechanic. He loved it and they planned for him to have his own business some day.
Life was good.
Matilda sat at the kitchen table staring out the window, at the bright blue sky. She shoved the chair back and stood up, and then strolled to the window. She pushed it up and leaned out into the warm breeze with her forearms resting on the windowsill. Below her, the freshly cut grass glimmered in the sunlight. A young mother pushed her son on the swing. His little hands clutched the chains and he giggled while kicking his feet. Matilda could hear him yell, "Higher, higher," and his mother obliged.
The smile on Matilda's face faded and her heart felt heavy when she thought about Bobby. All she had ever wanted was a nice home with a backyard where he could safely play.
Matilda's eyes lit up. She jumped back so fast she bumped her head on the window. But she never even paused as she rushed to the bedroom. Sliding open the closet door, she grabbed a shoebox and dumped the new boots Crash bought her onto the floor.
Sprinting to the dresser, she snatched Bobby's bear and ran from the apartment. She shifted from foot to foot in the elevator. The lights flashing floor numbers seemed to be going slower than normal. She held the shoebox against her hip and clutched the bear to her chest.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, Matilda darted out. The woman with the boy she had seen on the swing both jumped back when she dashed by them. But Matilda did not stop. She yelled, "I'm sorry," without turning around or slowing down. She kept running, not stopping until she was in the playground.
Breathing hard, she looked around the empty grounds. She scanned the play area, looking at the swings, the benches, and often up to her kitchen window.
Matilda picked up a stick as she walked to the back of the playground, to a dirt area between the fence and grass, sort of like the warning track on a baseball field. Turning and looking up, she saw her blue kitchen curtains flapping out of the open window. Then she dropped to her knees and put the shoebox down and the bear on top of it. She dug with the stick, scooping dirt out with her hands.
When the hole was to Matilda's liking, she brushed her hands on her jeans and picked up Bobby's bear. She hugged it to her chest, allowing the tears to fall freely over her cheeks. Removing the shoebox lid, she kissed the bear and placed it gently in the shoebox, covering it with the lid. Then she lowered the shoebox into the hole.
Matilda knelt like that, staring at the shoebox through blurry, watery eyes. Then she picked up a handful of dirt and sprinkled it over the box.
"I will always love you, Bobby," she said, wiping her runny nose with her forearm. "You're safe now. No one will ever hurt you again."
Matilda pushed the rest of the dirt into the hole and smoothed it out. She brushed her hand over it several times and then observed her work. If you looked closely, you would notice it. But soon it would blend in with the rest of the play area.
Matilda jumped to her feet and looked at the grave one last time. The smile returned to her face as she skipped back to her building.
THE END
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