Chapter 14
Cala - Talking to myself
The morning sunlight streams through the window, hitting my eyes as I open them. I sit up, stretching and remember everything that happened yesterday.
Of course you do. You always will. We’re one now.
It feels weird to talk to a voice in my head. The guys never explained how they knew I was possessed by a doll, but that’s a story for another day.
I have plans and one of them won’t be worrying about school. Lots of plans. Okay, two plans.
And one just entered my room like she owns it. Well, I guess she does in a way, but the guy that pays the bills is gone—long gone.
“Have you seen your father?” she asks as I toss the covers aside.
“I just got up, why would I know where he is?” I snap and she recoils a little bit. She’s not used to me talking back. I never did, I just accepted my fate and took care of myself. If they told me to do something, I just did it, no questions asked.
She shakes off what I said, “Yeah, okay. If you see your father tell him I went to work.” She walks out before I can say something about how I don’t care.
She’s probably going to tell her other friends, the ones not dead, that I’m acting out.
That I’m in those teenage years. I’m making up for lost time.
I shower, dress, and then wait for the guys to come get me. On my desk I see a typed letter. Picking it up, I laugh, because one of them typed out a letter from my dad to my mom about how he’s leaving her. Perfect.
A few minutes later, I hear a car outside, and I know it’s them. Time to go.
I don’t even bother locking the door because once I’m done with my last two plans, I won’t need anything. My stuff will be taken care of by the men that care about me. Everything else can be ransacked or robbed for all I give a crap.
Sliding into the passenger seat, I hold up the paper, “Who wrote this?”
They all shrug, “Kind of all of us.” Hunter clarifies for me.
“I like it,” I say as he pulls down the street and heads for the warehouse. He doesn’t speed or drive slow, just rolls down the windows, turns up the music, and drives. I’m not in a hurry. I don’t have a care in the world, and soon two more problems will be taken care of.
That’s the spirit.
What happens after this? That thought keeps running around in my head. What happens after?
You have somewhere to be. I know you can feel it.
Glancing out the window, my eyes land on the mansion sitting in the cul de sac. I was always told to never go there but now, for some reason, I feel like it means something to me.
Is that where I’m supposed to go?
You’ll know when the time is right, but first our daddy needs to be taken care of.
Hunter pulls up to the warehouse and right before I exit the car, I take a deep breath, psyching myself up.
Daze opens my door, “I have your blowtorch.”
“My blowtorch?” I stare at him blankly.
We like to set things on fire.
Okay, well that explains that then.. I follow the guys in and without asking, they go to get our dad. When they bring him out, he looks horrible. He’s been crying, smells like crap and urine.
“How’s it feel to sit in your own stench?” I ask him.
One time the girls kept me from going into the bathroom and I peed myself. He told me to wait until after school to change. I had to stay in school with urine soaked clothes because he nor my mother could be bothered. That made the bullying worse.
He lifts his gaze to mine, “Princess, I’m sorry for everything. If you let me go, we can work this out.”
I laugh, not a happy laugh, nor bitter, just a laugh, “That’s not happening. You’re disappearing today. I have a typed letter to Mom saying that you’re leaving her. Sign it.”
He blinks, “I don’t want to leave your mother. What is going on?”
I heave out a sigh, “What’s going on, is you are leaving. Sign it, disappear, and you can live.”
“Live? You wouldn’t kill your own father.”
I snort, “Try me, Daddy. Sign it.” Hunter takes the paper and Peck produces a pen. And like a jackass, he signs it.
“There." He signs it, dropping the pen down.
“Perfect.” Hunter hands it over to me with a nod.
“Let him have it,” I say as I step back.
The guys start wailing on Dad, he screams, pleading for me to make them stop. I won’t, he deserves this and more.
“Cala, I signed it. Make them stop!” He yells, but I just yawn and pretend to check my nails. Does the yelling ever stop? My god.
I wish! They never shut up until they’re dead…maybe we get some duct tape for their mouth next time?
When he blacks out, the guy's step back. I admire the number they did on him. His arms and face are turning black. There’s blood dripping from his lip and nose.
Hunter hands me a knife and I walk over to him, knowing this will get his attention. I slash at his chest and he jumps awake, “Good, you’re awake.” I continue making cuts up and down his body, watching them as they start to bleed.
He whimpers, “Cala, I love you. Please stop. We can get past this.”
“You love me? You let Uncle Tom assault me. You let the family treat me like shit. You treated me like shit. Don’t even get me started on what happened with Savannah.
There’s no coming back from that.” And with one final force of strength, I plunge the knife into his stomach.
Not his heart because I want him awake when I set things on fire. That seems like more fun.
It is. You’ll love it.
Daze lights my torch and shows me how to use it because Lily was the one lighting things up. Once the lesson is over, I turn back to my pitiful father.
“It’s time for you to go, Daddy,” I say as I swipe the flame across his body leaving his throat and face alone. His screams are like music to my ears and I want to hear him as his skin is burned to the bone.
This is fun.
Told you.
I don’t stop until I can’t smell anything but burnt flesh and his screams finally stop. Hunter takes the torch from me as Peck slices his throat, I stand watching the blood drip down onto his melting skin below. Now he’s dead for sure.
Ashes to ashes…
“We will take care of this, go take a break,” Hunter says. He and Daze start cleaning up my dead father as Peck leads me to the car.
He sets me in the back seat, something comes over me. As Peck turns to go help the guys, I reach out and grasp his wrist pulling him back to me until his lips crash with mine.
Dropping my hold on his wrist, I hurriedly unbutton my pants and slide them down my legs, while Peck unzips his jeans enough to pull his cock out. God, I'll never get used to how big my men are.
He lines up and thrusts it in my already drenched pussy, making me cry out, “You feel so good.”
He grunts, “You do, too.”
I ask him to go faster, harder, make it hurt and he doesn’t disappoint. As the guys come out of the warehouse, I lock eyes with Hunter and come. Peck follows me, breathing heavily. I needed that.
“You okay?” he asks, helping me up so I can pull my jeans back on.
“Yeah, I needed that. Thank you.”
He nods and helps me into the front passenger seat as the guys slide in.
“What now?” Daze asks.
“I’m hungry,” I say and Hunter laughs, pulling away from the warehouse. I’m not sure what they did to clean up or what they did with my dad. But the letter on the dash will send my mom over the edge and I’m ready for it.
After we eat, the guys take me home. They stay for a while, watching TV then playing video games. Daze orders pizza and we pig out while I wait for Mom to read the letter.
I left it on the kitchen table, right next to the coffee mug that reads wife. I thought that was a nice touch. That’s just the first step in my revenge on her. I need something big, something outlandish.
What I have in mind requires the dead bodies that have been left in our wake.
Pictures.
I guess I could use pictures. But I also need her to look crazy.
I ask a random question, “Do you have a tuxedo?”
Three sets of eyes meet mine, Daze’s pizza slice half way to his mouth. It’s almost comical.
“Do we have tuxedos?” Hunter blinks and I nod.
Peck clears his throat, “We can get some, what do you have in mind?”
I have something that will have my mom running for the hills, but I’ll be waiting.