Page 86 of Lost
Having a certified serial killer ask you for what’s essentially a hit list was not on my four a.m. bingo card.
“John’s mother is a bitch,” I breathe. “She used to pinch me as a child, usually where I already had bruises. I got used to wearing long sleeves because of John, Louise, and Martha’s efforts to discipline me.”
“Consider her dead,” Kane grunts. “Morris will find her for me. Does the staff live or die?”
“They live,” I say quickly, my voice cracking something fierce.
“Alright,” Kane says, turning the camera to face the house.
Even though it’s dark outside, every light is turned on. The huge home is painted in a bright white paint with cheery blue shutters, appearing as a picturesque mansion that anyone would want to live in. I can see the chandelier in the front room with the pretty and very expensive furniture, the curtains in the windows are a pale pink, and my heart clenches as I’m showered with memories.
Except not one of them is a good one. I don’t know how I didn’t lose my shit earlier in my life while living there.
Why couldn’t they have left me in my bassinet?
“Nova, I’ve placed charges all over the house. Choose a number one thru twenty for me, Nova.”
“Ah, seven?”
“Come on, Nova. Wait. Honestly, that’s a good number. I take it back. Let’s see where number seven will take us…”
I have a feeling he knows exactly where he put that mini bomb. I haven’t seen Morris yet, but have no doubt that he’s somewhere with Kane. I think he’d get into a lot of trouble if he were left to his own devices.
A loud explosion makes me jump, and my jaw drops as I see the bedroom where I slept, was raped repeatedly, and sobbed at the injustice of it all explode. The glass of the window pane is all over the yard, and there is smoke billowing out of that window.
Tears begin to stream down my face as I watch, and I’m ready when Kane asks, “What’s your next number, Nova.”
He doesn’t say a word as I whisper, “Two.”
The piano room at the front of the house is the next to go, and somehow as we continue, I find that Kane has found a way to put his explosives inside of every room where my worst moments happened.
There’s no way he could have known, this has to be a really fucked up fluke, but I’m sobbing by the fourth explosion. Again, Kane lets me cry as we continue, and the second to last explosion has Morris jogging out of the garage.
“All the bodies are in there. Blow it, Kane.”
This explosion has both Morris and Kane running back before he hits the button. The feed bounces a lot before Kane grows still, and my eyes are on the house as the garage explodes. Except, it’s a much bigger explosion, and wood flies everywhere as the fire inside grows wild.
“There’s not a house close by,” Kane coughs. “Morris was putting the security guard bodies in the garage for easy clean up. What do you think?”
“This…is one of best things anyone has ever done for me,” I say, shaking my head. “Thank you so much. Seriously, there are so many ghosts in that house, and I feel as if you exorcised a lot of them.”
“You’re welcome, Nova,” Morris says. There’s something in his eyes, and I stare back at him in confusion.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“We found a diary when we were ransacking the house. We wanted to make sure nothing here could come back to bite you,” he says softly, sounding sad. “We wouldn’t have read it if we’d known…”
“What? Who’s diary?” I ask.
“Turbis. The man you grew up with but know as John,” he growls. “He wrote a record of everything he’s ever done to you.”
“I chose the rooms I put the charges in based on that,” Kane asks. “We'll never speak of it unless you want to talk to us, Nova. Not ever. I’m kind of sorry he’s dead, but I saw your sister’s handiwork. She made them both suffer.”
“I’m glad that Mr. Domino didn’t escape her justice,” Morris says. “It’s all so fucked up.”
“Story of my life,” I rasp, the tears beginning to dry up. I’m glad I’m not planning to do anything today. There’s no appointments, no new clients, I can just veg and process.
I have a feeling it’s going to be messy as fuck.
