Page 13 of Ashes to Ashes
“Sounds good, just tell me where to go,” Hunter says as we exit the house. I stop and stare at the house across the street and I have no idea why I do that. Or why Cala has started doing it.
Shaking it off, I climb into the passenger seat, giving the address to Hunter. We drive in silence, getting ready fortonight’s fun and bloodshed. I need the bloodshed, I want my parents to lose their minds. I want them to argue, turn on each other. So far so good.
The guys park down the street and don their masks. I stay in the car, humming along to the radio, excited about the night. The guys return ten minutes later, two bodies slung over their shoulders. They drop them in the trunk and then drive to the warehouse.
Before grabbing the bodies, they ensure there is no escape. The plan is to take off the bindings and let them think they have a chance. We will watch in entertainment as I’m sure mother and daughter will turn on each other, in fact I’m counting on it.
Once everything is set, the guys go and grab the two harpies from the trunk. They bring them in while I hang out on the platform above. The guys disappear and then we wait.
As we watch from the shadows, my aunt and cousin are confused. Wondering where they are and why they are here. They try the windows and doors, “Where’s your phone?” My aunt asks my cousin.
“I don’t have it,” she yells. "Where's yours?”
“I don’t know it’s gone.”
My cousin snarls, “Then how are we going to call for help?”
My aunt throws her hands in the air, “How is this my fault?”
They run around a few more times and I almost laugh at the desperation.
“Are we going to die here?” My cousin asks her as they take a breath.
Yes, yes, you are, I think to myself.But they don’t know that yet.
“I don’t know, there has to be a way out. Why is this happening to us?” My aunt cries out, the anguish in her voice is clear as day.
My cousin agrees, “We’re good people, right? Why were we targeted?”
Putting on a voice modulator, I start laughing, they go rigid, “You are not good people. And yes, Stephanie, you’re going to die tonight.”
And then the panic starts all over again, it’s hilarious. Nodding at Peck, I make my descent while he starts my song.
And I start singing, “Ring around the rosy…”
I get to the ashes to ashes part and Hunter starts lighting firecrackers and throwing at them. They both jump, scream, try to run but I remind them in a singsong voice, “There’s no place to go.”
I step out of the shadows with the guys and both women look confused, “Cala?”
“Hello Aunt Helen, Stephanie. Hope you’ve been enjoying the festivities, but I’m bored now.”
Before I can listen to them plead with me or cry, I take both my knives and plunge them right in the center of both of their chests. I twist them as the guys join me to hold their thrashing bodies. I keep twisting and turning until they stop screaming.
I pull back, breathing heavily, “Thank you.”
The guys all nod at me. Hunter kisses me softly, “Go sit, we’ll clean up.”
I head out to the car, the door opens easily and I almost laugh at how they didn’t try the only door that's unlocked. Collapsing into the seat, I lay my head back and fall asleep.
Chapter 12
Cala - I like Black
I wake up to a dreary morning, rain pelting down and the gray clouds making my bedroom look like the dark of night. In a way, I kind of like it.
It’s Saturday and I have nothing to do but think. I would call the guys but I don’t know their number. I guess I’ll figure out something after showering. For some reason, I feel drained. It must be the rain.
After showering, I shuffle around in my closet for something to wear. I have clothes, some I’ve bought, some my parents have given me hoping it would make up for neglecting me. Mom bought some hoping it would stop the bullying, but she didn’t understand that the bullying happened at school. Sometimes I hate my parents.
