Chapter 16
Cala - Someone’s end
I roll over in bed to a large figure sleeping next to me—Peck. The guys stayed over. I didn’t care about getting caught by my mom, she was too wrapped up in this event that she forgot I existed.
“Morning, sunshine. Ready for today?” I ponder his question for a minute.
Am I ready? Yes. But there is still a part of me that feels bad.
Stop that. You know this is how it’s supposed to be.
I get that it must be done but a little part of the old me feels sad.
But yes, I know it must be done. Kissing him on the lips, I roll out of bed to get ready for the day.
He joins me in the shower while the other guys start hauling the stuff to the car.
We’re going to the venue early to get set up and will get ready there.
Once I’m dressed, we head out, knowing this is beginning of the end.. Get ready, mom, I’m coming for you.
Hunter stops for breakfast because, “You’ll need the energy for lots of things.” Oh, I love his way of thinking.
Once we get to the venue, the staff lets us inside and we watch as people set up, clean glasses, wipe down tables, put on tablecloths. It’s mundane things, but for some reason I’m fascinated by it.
Peck finds a little room for us to change in and to leave the extra masks in until we need them. I just brush my hair into a side bun, putting on my dress the lights hit the glitter making them sparkle. Finally, I’m ready for the event.
We grab drinks at the bar, surprised that the guy didn’t even card us.
It’s my first actual drink and after the first sip, Hunter takes it from me so I don’t get wasted.
People trickle in, music is playing over the sound system.
Peck will make an announcement to have fun—eat, drink, be merry.
Donations can be made to whatever charity of their choosing.
I clock my mother walking in with one of her friends. She grabs a glass of champagne as a waiter passes.
“I’m impressed with how you guys pulled this off in a few days,” I tell the guys because it really is impressive.
“We know some people,” is all the reply I get. I don’t ask questions and I don’t judge.
Mom passes by me, but she doesn’t recognize me.
Time for the first round. Peck and Daze pull out the first masks.
One is a picture of Brad and the other is Matt.
They pull them on and wait in the corner.
Mom rounds the bar and sees them, gasping.
She turns away and runs into someone. When she glances back, the guys are gone. I watch as she tries to shake it off.
Hunter is next. He pulls on a mask of Chad, Dad’s best friend. He makes his way through the crowd, head down until he is face to face with Mom. She recoils at the mask and turns away, pushing her way through the crowd like she’s on fire. So far, so good.
Next Peck puts on the Rachel mask and corners Mom coming out of the bathroom. He’s gone before she can say anything, though I do hear her asking if someone saw him. The woman says no and Mom has started freaking out. Perfect.
We hold off for about thirty minutes and watch her have a war with herself over what is going on. She’s freaked, but she won’t say anything because others might think she’s crazy.
I want to change that.
Daze gets the next mask, Uncle Tom. He follows her and when she glances over her shoulder at him, she gasps so loud several people can hear her. One man even asks if she’s okay. She points in the direction Daze was, but he’s gone.
“I thought I saw a man, wearing a mask with a picture of my brother in law on it,” she mutters.
The man looks around but shakes his head, “I don’t see anyone.”
Mom takes a seat at the bar, asking for a stiff drink.
She’s really going to need one. Peck takes a seat next to her this time wearing a mask with a picture of Aunt Helen on it.
She yells when she sees him and every head in the room turns.
By the time she’s telling the bartender, Peck is already gone.
“Lady, no one is there,” the man behind the bar says and she’s insisting he was. People are murmuring about her state of mind.
The end is near.
It is, dear friend.
I give her a moment or two, let her shake off the paranoia before going at her again. Hunter smirks as he pulls out Stephanie’s mask. Mother should have learned never to follow the group.
He ambushes her as she picks up yet another glass of champagne off a passing waiter. She sees the reflection and backs into someone, spilling the man’s drink. I can’t help but laugh at her, so clumsy and making a fool out of herself.
Peck grabs another mask and trails her as she moves toward the door for fresh air. She’s deep in conversation with one of her friends. He taps her on her shoulder, wearing the face of Briar’s mom and she nearly trips over her friend. He’s gone before she’s put upright.
I can hear the urgent panic in her voice, telling her friend that someone is messing with her without going into detail. Her friend shakes her head and tries to reassure her that’s not the case.
But the friend is wrong.
The last two masks are up. Hunter grabs the one for me, the one that will make it all make sense for her. The other is a picture of my departed father.
I text her, asking where she is and that I need some assistance, with what I don’t make that known.
When she rounds the corner, she sees the masks and nearly collapses. She runs through the crowd, nearly wiping out a waiter with a full tray of drinks.
I laugh, “That was a great reaction. Can you tell the guys to go for her?” Hunter types away on his phone, as we slip into the room where we put our clothes, grabbing them before making our exit out the back towards the car.
As soon as we get out the door, Hunter pushes me up against the wall, “Do you know how sexy you look tonight?”
“I think I do. I can feel you through your pants,” I answer as I reach down and grip his cock feeling how big and hard he is.
Without a second thought, he tosses the bags to the side, lifting me up, holding me with one hand while the other takes his dick out. Realizing I’m not wearing panties he impales me on his cock kissing up my throat whispering in my ear, “Naughty girl.”
“Only for you.” I pant as he thrusts into me and all I want is for him to come, to make me come. I feel so good, so full.
“Fuck,” he groans right before he grips my hips and drives deeper inside me. I cry out as I tighten around his cock causing us to come at the same time.
We stay like that until our breathing returns to normal and then he slips out, placing me on the ground. And like a gentleman, he uses his shirt to clean me up. Leaning down he kisses me one last time before we grab the bags. The night is only beginning and we still have some things to do.
Arriving at the car we see Peck and Daze are waiting,
“She’s in the trunk.” Peck says, as we approach them. Good, time for the real fun to start.
Hunter drives us to a different place, a secluded cabin in the woods outside of town. Secluded enough no one will hear her scream.
Arriving at the cabin, they bring her in and strap her to a chair Peck finds in the corner. I don’t change, there is no need. I want her to know it was me at the end, the one that caused her to run like a crazy woman.
When she looks up she is confused, “Cala?”
“Hi Mom. Do you like the place?” I gesture around the small cabin.
She is still trying to figure out what is going on, “What are you doing?”
Daze finds a chair for me to sit down in right in front of her, “I’m making things right. Don’t you think it’s time?”
“What are you talking about?” she asks, but I notice the fear in her eyes.
“I think you know why. Who is Savannah to you?” And there it is, the panic instantly appears in her gaze.
“You don’t know anything about that,” she whispers.
“Maybe not the whole story, but I know enough. I know that you neglected me. When I was bullied, you brushed it off. But you were always a bully. Right, mother?”
She is panicking now, “Cala, I’m so sorry for the mistakes in the past. Let me fix it.”
I snort, “That’s the same thing dad said until his demise.”
Her mouth opens and her eyes widen, “What did you do?”
I shrug, “I made it right. And you’re going to join him.”
Without warning, I take off my heel and slam it into her eye. The blood, the screams, I do wince a little. That was a lot, even for me. “You little…” she sputters.
“Watch your mouth,” Daze snaps as he slaps her across the face. I give him a grateful smile.
“It’s time you paid for your sins,” I say as I pull my heel out, taking her eyeball with it. Gross, but I manage.
Hunter hands me a knife and I start making small cuts all over her body, enough to bleed, but not so much that she’ll bleed out too fast.
“Let me take care of your eye.” I say it sweetly but I’m sure my face says other things. Turning around, I go to grab my favorite weapon of choice.
Mom tries to back away, but the guys hold the chair in place.
Daze lights my torch and I place it over the hole where her eye used to be.
She screams in horror and pain as I laugh, “This is for how you’ve treated others in the past. For Savannah, for me, for everyone you’ve hurt.
How does it feel to be on the other side, mother? ”
She screams, but I don’t relent. She slumps in her seat, the cuts bleeding slowly as her heart finally comes to a stop. I want to go on, but there’s somewhere I need to be.
Hunter helps me stand and I change into my jeans, tee shirt, and tennis shoes.
“I need to be somewhere, I don’t know why, but I just have a feeling.”
Hunter nods, “We’ll take care of this.” Daze stabs her in the heart and wipes the blood on her dress, ensuring she can truly never hurt another person again.
Peck steps in front of me, “Whatever happens, we will be here when you come back or if you need us.” He kisses me, a sweet kiss and for some reason the old me peeks out. I needed that—reassurance.
Daze takes his place, palming my cheek, “Go, take care of what you need to do. You have a calling somewhere.” He leans down and kisses me like I’m his last breath. I want more, but the feeling is getting worse.
Hunter steps up, kissing me hard, “You’ll need this.”
He hands me my doll.
We’re ready.
Yes, we are. I know how.
I leave them to their work, setting out to where the feeling takes me, where my mind is pulling me to—the mansion in the distance.
Along the way, as I hum my favorite nursery rhyme, the guys light the cabin on fire. I can feel the flames, hear the wood crackling and it makes me smile. During the trek, I see others just like me; with their dolls in hand, knowing that we need to return to our creator.
Time to go home.
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