Thread: Young, Wild, and Free (Crusade and Mim)

RE Young, Wild, and Free When Willie caught wind of the fact that Celia was actually going to go through with the unenviable task of pulling the trigger, he just about jumped for joy. There was something so inherently attractive about a woman taking initiative in that way. He could hardly contain himself. He nodded when she mentioned the shotgun and made his way into their bedroom. The sight of the bed made him sick thinking about all of the times the piece of shit probably fucked Celia against her will. Thankfully, he was about to receive the ultimate form of retribution. He snatched the shotgun from under the bed and seized some shells as well, pocketing them before carrying the gun out to the living room. Celia arrived a few moments later, a look in her eye he hadn't been accustomed to seeing. It was as if she'd just finally reached the breaking point he'd heard people talk about. She had enough and she was going to do something about it. He wanted to grab hold of her arm when she woke him. He thought it would've been much easier to just get it done while he slept, but then again, that would've been an easy way out. Seeing the bastard wake up and see the two of them standing there really made it worth it. As did the way Celia went through with the murder. When she finally did pull the trigger, Willie smirked as he wiped some blood splatter from his forehead onto the sleeve of his shirt. Luckily, he was far enough away that he didn't get the majority of the spray. Celia, however, hadn't gotten off that easy. Atta girl, C. That's the way to do it! Willie exclaimed exuberantly, grabbing hold of her hand to run out of the house with her. There was no time to dwell on what they had done. They had to get the hell out of there before someone was alerted to what had gone on. Willie hopped in to the driver's seat, stashing the shotgun being the seat before he put the piece of shit in gear and hauled off down the road, away from their old lives, with their future there right in front of them. Willie didn't say much and neither did his girl. It was as if the two were soaking in the moment. He navigated back roads without his lights on, his attention solely focused on getting them out of the area in one piece. The ride was a bumpy one. On more than one occasion, Willie's entire ass was airborne and he had to reach over to make sure Celia didn't just up and fly out through the windshield. When she finally did break the silence, he saw her soft, familiar eyes, not the dark ones that had been present when she pulled the trigger. Baby, you did it. And you was great! he said, reaching over to place his hand on his girl's thigh, his heart still beating out of his chest, the adrenaline running rampant through his veins. They'd been at it for nearly an hour and with his foot pressed on the pedal to the floor, he reasoned they were a good fifty miles from the scene of the crime. I say we find someplace to pull over and ditch these clothes. God love ya, you're wearin' about half of Henry's blood on your dress, he said with a laugh. That spot came in the form of a dusty dirt road that led behind a grove of trees. He wasn't sure what the true purpose of the road was for, but in that abandoned stretch of country, it would do them just fine. Willie pulled up behind the trees and took a deep breath. He'd been driving without headlights for nearly an hour. It took him a little time for his eyes to adjust to not straining for so long. He had a dull pain in his forehead, but luckily the adrenaline was still rushing in such a way that he hardly noticed it. Once the truck was in park, Willie opened the driver's door and stepped out. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it between two of the trees, leaving his white tanktop undershirt on, damp from sweat. He headed over to Celia's door and opened it for her, helping her out onto solid ground. That once pretty dress and apron were covered in blood and brain matter. Poor thing still looked adorable. He smiled and pressed a quik kiss to her lips. Now git that dress off, darling, he said with a wicked smirk. He didn't mean it in such a way, but the words came out dripping with desire and a hunger for her that surprised even him.