Page 2 of Deadly Web
“She will get what’s coming to her. We will make her regret life, but for now, let her choke on those words,”a deep voice comes from inside my head. Looking around, it’s just me and Charlee, no one else.What the fuck?Sadly, this isn’t the first time it’s happened. Maybe I’m just going insane at this point.
“Okay, back to you. Are you okay? Fuck her too, typical dumb blonde bitch who’s just mad because she doesn’t look as good as we do,” Charlee says, running her hands down her hips, showcasing her curves. She always knows how to make me feel better.
“I’m never worried about her. Or any of those twats. I’ll slice their throats and watch as they bleed out.” I chuckle and keep walking as I hear my best friend stop in her tracks.Was that too crazy?
“Sometimes you scare me, but then I stop and think, nah, I’d do the same,” she says, and we both let out a full belly laugh. Walking out of the school doors and into the parking lot, we make our way to my blacked-out Charger. I open the door, throw my bag in the back seat and slide in while Charlee climbs into the passenger seat.
After dropping Charlee at home, I flip the car around and pull up to the curb, like always, in front of my house since we onlylive a couple of houses down from each other and stare out my window towards the end of the street at the lady’s house we’re not supposed to talk about.
Her house is hidden by overgrown trees and looks creepy as hell, but something about it calls to me. Like a moth to a flame, it’s like I’m constantly being summoned there. Shaking my head, I walk through our gates and up the stone path to the house. I hear them screaming before I even open up the door; it makes me wonder why I even come home anymore.
“You always do this, come home smelling like some other bitch, but it’s me! I’m the problem?” I hear my mom scream right as I reach for the knob of the front door.
“Maybe if you put out a little more, I wouldn’t have to look somewhere else,” Dad yells back. Rolling my eyes, I open the door, take my shoes off and hang up my bag, slamming the door shut behind me so maybe it will shut them the fuck up.
“How was school?” Mom asks with her hands on her hips.
“It was school, I guess. Nothing great happened, just dealt with cunty cheerleaders.” I grin as she pins me with a stare.She hates that I'm not one of them, and I never will be. She hates that I'm not her.
“Watch that damn mouth. Your mom was one of the top cheerleaders on her squad and everyone loved her,” Dad says, walking up beside me, and that’s when I smell it. Mom’s right, he smells like some chick, and it’s not her.
“Hmm, I hear it all the time. I know,” I snap back and walk into the kitchen to look for food. Grabbing a bowl of the soup on the stove, I take it and walk up the stairs to my room. I’d rather eat alone than deal with their drama. Or have it turned on me.
I slide my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans and toss it on my bed, then sit down, crossing my legs over one another to eat. As soon as I’m about to text Charlee, a white box catches myeye on my dresser.What the fuck?Sitting the bowl down on my nightstand, I stand and walk over to it.
I’m expecting to have to open the box, but it looks like it’s been open before. The red ribbon around it is already untied. I reach in and move the black crinkled tissue paper. What’s under the paper, though, is unexpected. My hand reaches something hard and cold. Slowly pulling it out, I let out an audible gasp when a whole-ass porcelain doll comes out. Creepily, she almost looks like me. Spiders crawl out of the doll's hair, causing me to toss her onto my bed.What in the actual fuck is happening right now?
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I gasp, but all I hear is that deep voice laughing in my head again. Looking around, yet again, I find no one is there. That’s it,I’m getting sent straight to the psych ward.
“Don’t be scared, we’re going to be the best of friends. You can call me Sadie.”I just stare at the doll lying on my bed.
“Did you just…” I can’t even finish that sentence, because am I really talking to a fucking doll?
“Yes, and you're not insane, Quinn,”the soft voice replies, and I just blink in return, not knowing what else to say.
I just stare at the doll, and it’s almost like she stares back, then slowly, she grins. I’m not sure if I should be like, fuck it, or just roll with it.
“You know what? This probably isn’t the worst thing that’s going to happen to me in life,” I reply to the damn doll just as one of the spiders crawls up my hand. I’m about to shake it off when another voice comes through my head.
“Don’t you dare slap me off of you,”and it’s the same deep voice I have been hearing for weeks.
“Who the hell are you and why have you been in my head? Get out! You have literally made me feel insane,” I shout, and my mom bursts through the door.
“Who the hell are you talking to?” She asks, and I look around, because obviously I can’t say a spider or a fucking doll.
“No one, myself really. I’m just irritated.” The lie falls from my lips so easily she doesn’t even bat an eye. She’s about to walk out when she turns and looks at my bed, then back at me.
“Was there something just there?” She raises a brow at me, and I look at the bed and am stunned when the doll isn’t there.
“Nope, I was eating and then got up.” I shrug it off. Rolling her eyes, she turns and walks out, slamming my door on her way out.
Looking around, Sadie is back on the bed, like she never left.
“She can never know about us. She will try to get rid of me, Quinn.”I just nod in response, still not sure my brain has grasped the idea that I’m talking to a doll and a deadly fucking spider.
Chapter 2 - Quinn
As I lay here, tossing and turning, images of Stacie lying on the grass somewhere run through my mind. I can see the deadly little spider from earlier as it crawls into her mouth, and it makes me shiver at the thought.
