Page 270 of Satan's Spawn
The halls have been buzzing with the news of Felix’s death. Whispers about suspects, motives, girls crying like they actually give a shit.
When it comes down to it, Felix was tolerated at most when he was alive, so his death is a fucking favor for all of us.
And as far as I’m concerned, the motherfucker’s been dead for months. I’m just pissed it wasn’t actually me who offed him.
My only hope is that whoever killed him took their time.
Made the piece of shit suffer.
“Alright, alright!” Beckett shushes the class. “What happened to your fellow classmate is extremely unfortunate, but the best thing for us to do right now is to stay calm, keep Felix’s family in our prayers, and let the authorities handle it.” He claps his hand once. “The end of the year will be here before you know it, so let’s keep trudging on. If anyone needs emotional support, please see your guidance counselor at the end of the day.”
With that, Beckett proceeds with starting his lecture, not that anyone is actually listening.
“Word is he was found in bed by his parents when they came home from vacation.” Archer says when he turns to face the three of us. “Apparently his body has been laying there for weeks.”
Hendrix gags. “Imagine how bad that shit smelled.”
Rebecca is notably quiet, switching between writing shit down and tapping her pen against the desk.
I squeeze her leg and she jumps. “You good, Little Ghost? Why so skittish?”
She looks down at her notebook. “This whole thing just got me feeling a certain way, that’s all.”
I lean back in the chair, crossing my arms. “The asshole is dead. Gone. It should be making you feel fantastic.”
She hasn’t looked up yet, but I can see the frown forming at her lips. “It does, but I still feel him around. Like his spirit is still haunting me.”
Knowing exactly how that feels, I drop my arms and ease up on the snarky remarks.
“What can I do?”
“Nothing, Crayton. Honestly.” She lifts a shoulder. “Felix’s death just opened up healing wounds. It’ll take time but I’ll be okay.”
“I bet the piece of shit ended up raping the wrong girl.” Saint joins in. “Then some family member handled it.”
I punch him in the arm so he’ll fuck off and read the room. He does, but not before bitching about me messing up his throwing arm.
“I’ve been snooping around my grandfather’s phone calls for any details,” Archer lowers his voice when Beckett turns around. “But I haven’t heard anything about Felix other than when he gave his condolences to his parents.”
Beckett clears his throat loud enough for me to know we’re pissing him off.
“Is this a private parade or can anyone join?” His attempt to scold us falls flat, along with the horrible metaphor.
Everyone but me and Saint settle in their seats and pretend to start working, but it’s not long before Beckett’s back to teaching and Archer’s back to gossiping.
“Some people are saying he was found with his dick out. Like he was jerking off.” He scans the front of the room then adds, “Carved and gutted like a fish too.”
About time someone got it right.
“I can still hear you…” Beckett hums, writing something down on his desk.
“I heard he was hanging from his closet,” Hendrix whispers. “I prefer the dick scenario, though. So much more satisfying.”
I keep an eye on Rebecca, noticing her agitation growing more and more prominent the longer these idiots go on with the idle talk.
“I don’t know…” Saint tilts his head. “Bound, naked, and gagged sounds pretty sweet too.”
“Or spread eagle.” Archer chuckles.
