Bones (La Douleur Folle #1)

Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Somewhere in my home there’s a phone ringing. I rarely make contact with the outside world unless I purposely choose to leave my home, so I always forget that I have one.

And if I don’t get off of this fucking bed and find it, it will send me into one of my frantic states. It’s bad enough that I’m already fighting a spell from being awoken so rudely by the shrill sound, to lose myself into the madness so quickly wouldn’t serve to do anything but keep me locked in my home for an ungodly amount of time .

Time is not something I care to wager on; not when there’s so much at stake. Not when there’s a world to save, a skull to take, and a tomb to encase myself in.

Where the fuck did I put the damn thing? I’m getting closer because the ringing is becoming louder the more I walk through my home, but I have no idea where one would even put a phone they rarely use.

Standing in the doorway of my living room, I look around and sigh heavily. Usually, I’m not one to quit anything, but when I realize that I had apparently turned on the television on the way to my room, for whatever reason, I find my enigma has resolved itself.

I walk in and grab the remote control from the coffee table and use the power button to turn it off before I sit in my usual place on the couch. The place where I can look at my accomplishments thus far and reflect on what I’ve done, and hope for the possible future ahead of me.

I’m becoming frustrated and that won’t do. I just need to sit here, relax, and look at cabinet. I need to focus on what I know I’m capable of doing and just do it.

I’m almost in my zone when there’s a knock on the door. Who the fuck could that possibly be? No one I know ever comes to see me, not that I know many people who can tolerate being around me for too long.

Most of them think my cabinet houses macabre props and for the most part, they don’t ask questions. I haven’t seen my mother in years and I’m not exactly sure who my father is; not that I care.

Actually, now that the thought is walking quietly through my mind, I’m pretty sure I have an idea who he is, but that serves no purpose to me, so I leave it be .

The knock comes again, louder this time; more persistent in its rhythm and I stop walking.

I don’t like to be rushed.

Whoever is on the other side of the door will now have to wait an extra ten seconds.

Patience is a virtue.

I possess the virtue of patience, and I expect those that wish to be near me to have the same. Once I’ve counted to ten, I proceed walking toward the door. I could glance out the side curtain to see who it is, but as I’ve stated before, I like surprises.

I wonder who it is.

I pull the door open quickly and groan inwardly. It’s Priscilla. I don’t want to know why she’s here, because if she’s come for another go at sucking my cock, I’m going to snap, take her skull, and crush it under a hammer. I didn’t want her in my home, let alone in my cabinet.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, stepping out and blocking the doorway.

“I was debating about whether I should come here at all,” she starts slowly and so quietly that I almost lean forward to hear her better.

“Okay. So why are you here?” I repeat.

“I have a bill. For what it will cost to clean your room after what you did in there. I didn’t know the extent of it until I walked in, Mr. Burress. It looked like an animal had mauled them to death,” she said, her eyes darting up into mine nervously.

“I’ve already paid you,” I replied through grit teeth.

Deep breath in. And out.

In.

And out.

“That wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough for what you did to that poor family,” she says as she takes a step back and darts her serpentine tongue over her thin, slimy lips.

It takes me a moment to control myself. It takes two more to keep myself from cringing and remembering how late last night, that mouth I detested so much had been wrapped around my dick sucking vigorously.

“Just give me the amount and I’ll come by later and pay it,” I reply irritably. I had subjected myself to her grotesque mouth for no reason. I’d pay her alright; in pain and blood.

Priscilla shakes her head sadly. “I not sure that I can allow you back into my establishment, Mr. Burress. It’s a shame because you were such a great addition, but if you can’t learn to control yourself, I can’t let you come back.”

I smile.

I had no plans of going back anytime soon, but now she’s issued a challenge. One that I’ll gladly accept.

“Then allow me to invite you into mine,” I reply, turning to the side and gesturing inside my home.

She hesitates, but only for a moment .

As she walks in, I close the door securely behind her, turning the lock into place. I still haven’t decided if she’ll walk out as she walked in.

Whole.