Page 2 of Ashes to Ashes
He nods, “Please.”
Is he a submissive? The way he’s acting makes me think he is, he’s letting me take control of this.
“I’d love nothing more than to make you come, but we have other business to tend to,” I tell him.
He looks at me confused, “What?”
I grin, “You’ve been watching me for years, with your perverted eyes following my every move. I could turn you in, but we both know the cops won’t do anything. But that’s not why you’re here. You’re here because I want to torture my parents,” I state matter of factly “You’re unlucky number one.”
He still looks confused, he’s not getting it, but it’s okay I’ll soon change that. Looking over my shoulder I glance at Hunter whoproduces his knife, the one he carries in his boot. He has plenty more, and I know all the places he hides them.Kinky, right?
“You weren’t directly involved, but my parents did something unimaginable years ago. You knew what they did, yet you stayed quiet. You knew, probably watched, my parents rape Savannah and I can’t let that go unpunished. So I’m justice in the flesh. Don’t worry though, you’ll see my parents soon enough,” I stab him in the chest as he screams.
He stares down at the knife protruding from his sternum, his screaming becomes louder and more frantic. As he wails, I laugh and Daze lights my blow torch. When I turn around Chad’s eyes lift to lock with mine. His snot filled pleas fill my ears as fat tears fall from his eyes.
“Ashes to ashes, we all fall down,” I sing, sweeping the torch back and forth, laughing at the screams that fill the air.
The shadows watch with smiles, letting me live my best life. After ten minutes or so, I’ve lost track of time, the screams die. Backing away, I let the guys pour gasoline around his body and over his head. Once they are done, I aim the torch to the floor near what’s left of Chad’s feet, igniting him up in flames.
Watching his skin melting until his bone peeks through until finally, he’s nothing but a pile of ash. No more pervy stares for Cala or all the other girls he watched. Oh well. I mean besides Cala’s dad, not many people will miss him. Turning my blow torch off, I turn to the guys. “First one down, more to go. Are you ready for more fun, boys?”
Daze and Peck start putting away the gasoline and my blow torch before leading us outside to leave. Reaching the car, Hunter kisses me as he opens my door, “We will take you home, and then come back to take care of what’s left of him.”
I yawn, “Thank you.”
It’s time for Cala to sleep, she has college applications to fill out in the morning.
Chapter 2
Cala - Dreams
The screen in front of me is glaringly white, it’s giving me a headache. I feel as if I didn’t sleep at all even though I went to bed early, just so I could be rested enough to write this stupid essay for my college applications. I might have slept, but my dreams seemed so real, like I was having an out of body experience.
They all started when I found this doll in the closet. I’m not sure where she came from, but it must have been a forgotten birthday gift because it was in a white box, the doll covered in black tissue paper. The box was wrapped with a red bow and it had my name on it. I asked Mom but she blew me off, saying something about how she must have put it there and forgot about it.
She’s a cute doll, vintage looking with a cat ear headband. But it seemed like as soon as I put her on my shelf, my dreams turned real. Or at least, they seem real.Ugh.
I wake up with bruises that I can’t explain. This morning I found my back all scratched up. I’m losing my mind, I think. Or it might be stress. Yeah, let's go with stress.
I smash my head on my desk in frustration, knowing this isn’t going to get done right now. And I have to get to school. Just a few more weeks and I’m done. I need to get out of here, far away. A new start in a new city sounds great to me and nothing is going to stand in the way. Not even the bullies at school.
I run down the stairs, grabbing my backpack on the way. Mom says bye, but I don’t reply back. Lately her and Dad have been acting strangely. I started noticing it after I found the doll. They have whispered conversations that seem to stop when I enter a room. If I bring up the doll, they change the subject. That might not sound like weird stuff to others, but it’s just one more thing that doesn’t make sense.
My phone pings as I slide into the seat of my car and I check it. It’s a news headline and the name catches my eye:
CHAD DESTIN MISSING, PRESUMED TO BE DEAD !
What is this? Chad is dead? He’s Dad’s best friend. Creepy but seemed nice. But he’s dead, how? Who does something like that?
At that moment, my headache pounds and images of things I’ve done flash in my head. Chad is in the image. A figure of a girl is in the image, she looks like me. Did I do this? Am I sleep walking at night?
No, I’m not sleep walking. I’m a good girl, I do what I’m supposed to do. I couldn’t have done this. The story even says he was last seen several cities away, a city I’ve never been to.
Okay, I need to take a breath and calm down. I have to get to school.
As I back out of the driveway, I glance in the window and Dad is crying, Mom is trying to console him. I feel bad for my dad,they were good friends. I’ll text him later, but right now I have to get to HELL.
I like school but hate the girls there. The ones that make my life miserable and have been for years. The first couple of times I brought it up, Mom said they were probably jealous. Maybe. I get good grades, have a lot of accomplishments and awards. Am I pretty? I’ve been told that, but I haven’t been on a date and I’ve said no to prom and other dances.
