Chapter 9
A s soon as I get back to my car, I slide in and open the tracker app on my phone. Not sure what these two are up to, but I will find out soon enough.
A little over three hours later, after leaving Belleville, I pull up near the little red Mustang they had stolen.
Parking a couple of cars away on the other side of the road, I turn my car off and sit back waiting to see what they will do.
I can tell they are still sitting in the car and are talking to one another.
I only have to wait a few minutes until they both exit the car.
Slowly, they approach a tan two story house with baby blue accents and a small front porch leading into it.
There’s not much to this place, and all the windows are dark.
It’s very simplistic in stature with barely anything around the front, plus the neighborhood is quiet especially with how late it is.
Walking across the grass, they both head straight to the latched door attached to the white PVC fence that obscures the backyard. That’s a little odd. If they lived here or knew the person who does, they would go to the front door…wouldn’t they?
Once they slip through the door, I exit my car after removing my Sig P365 from my center console and slide it into the back of my jeans and then follow them quietly, walking to where they just disappeared to the back.
I’m approaching the fence when I hear the faint sound of breaking glass.
As I peek around the edge of the fence, I see she’s already gone and watch him climb down through the small basement window.
A light turns on upstairs, the light shining on the front lawn, and I know immediately they are definitely breaking into this property for some reason or another. Curiosity has my head reeling but immediately goes to my beauty and what happens if the resident here has a gun?
Jogging over, I get down on all fours to peek through the edge of the window, staying out of sight but still able to see inside. With how dark it is out here, I can just barely see the outline of them moving near the stairs. I decide to stay where I am, in case she needs me.
When the door at the top of the stairs opens, the light pours down into the basement, illuminating the top of the stairs only. They move against the wall that the stairs are attached to.
“Hello?” I hear a male voice call out from the open door. “Who’s there?”
My little beauty and her annoying boy toy look at one another with confusion on their faces before stepping further back to be covered by more of the darkness.
What have these two gotten themselves into? As my heartbeat speeds up, I try keeping my breaths even. The only way I will be able to help her, is if I’m ready to move at the drop of a hat.
The creaking of the wooden steps can be heard reverberating through the room just enough to give you that horror movie style feeling. My eyes reluctantly leave my beauty to see who it is that they’re here for.
Sock covered feet move obnoxiously slow down the staircase into the basement, step by step. The further this guy moves, the more I can see he’s carrying a wooden bat in his hands, ready to swing at anything that moves.
He had better hope he doesn’t plan on swinging that at my girl…because it will be the last thing he does.
Stopping about three steps from the floor, he peers over the simple wooden banister, looking left and then right in the darkened basement. I can see he’s nervous.
“Hello?” he says a little louder this time.
My eyes roll at this guy being such a fucking pussy right now. Scared of the unknown inside his own fucking basement. I just want to shout, Be a fucking man!
Everything is eerily quiet, while they each wait the other out. Something catches my eye just behind the homeowner, small and moving stealthily down the steps. He doesn’t see it until it’s just one step away, looking up at him and meows loudly, making him jump.
His sudden movement scares the little cat, who skitters the rest of the way down the stairs, his nails scratching along the wood and then the cement, running into the dark basement to hide among a bunch of boxes and old forgotten items.
“Shit,” he curses, stomping down the last three steps as he calls out to the feline. “Straya. Come here, you little shit.”
The bat is brought down to his side and held in just one hand as he looks in the direction the animal ran, which happens to be on the opposite side of the room from the two intruders lying in wait for him. The reason for him coming down in the first place…easily forgotten.
Leaning the bat against the wall, he gets down on one knee looking behind some boxes in the corner. “Pssss, pssst, pssst…here kitty kitty.” I can hear him calling to the cat.
Movement from the other side, I see my beauty slowly moving behind him.
Now my heart is really racing. I’m excited to see what she will do, but nervous wondering what will happen.
Right when the homeowner picks up the cat into his arms, he stands up, turning around.
His eyes go wide as he stops dead in his tracks when he sees her standing behind him.
Face paling significantly, he stutters, “K-Kata… wh-what–”
Well, that’s intriguing. He speaks to her as if he knows her. Maybe that’s what this is all about. She’s here for a specific reason. I didn’t think she broke into this house by mistake.
Taking one more step closer to him, her face is illuminated in the light shining down from the stairs.
I can only see the profile of her face, but her fury is vividly radiant, and my girl wears it gloriously.
It’s then that I see she has a long neck glass vase in her grasp.
But the guy she’s facing off with doesn’t see it until it’s too late, and she swings and smashes it against his head.
He crumbles to the floor, as the cat jumps from his falling body, fleeing back up the stairs and out of the basement. I would get the hell out of there, too. She stands over him, lying on the floor, blood flowing from the wound in his brow.
“Kata…what the fuck is going on?” her little boyfriend says, striding over to where she stands. “I thought you said this was the girl’s house.“
So my little beauty’s name is Kata. I wonder if it’s short for something. Doesn’t matter because even that by itself is a beautiful name.
“It is. He’s not supposed to be here,” she growls out.
“Who…wait a minute. Is this…Holy fuck. Is that Ethan?” he asks, pointing as they both stare down at the unconscious man on the cold cement floor.
She only nods, but her eyes never move, and the anger on her face doesn’t dissipate.
“That…” he blows out a heavy breath, resting his hands on his hips.
“That’s fucked up. Especially if this means what I think it means. ”
Kata’s head moves, looking up the stairs as if she heard something.
When he crouches down next to the guy on the floor, Kata heads to the bottom of the stairs.
Her boy toy reaches out, pressing two fingers to the guy’s neck; I’m guessing to make sure he’s still alive.
She looks up the rickety wooden steps as he looks over at her.
“He’s out, but I don’t know for how long. What do you want to do?”
Turning her head, looking around the vast dark room, she places her hands on the banister of the stairs as she gives instructions, taking charge of the situation easily.
“Find something to tie him up with. I’m going to check upstairs.
I’ll be right back,” she says, taking the first few steps, moving to the first floor of the house.
Standing quickly, he steps over the man on the floor toward my girl.
I can tell he’s worried about her going alone, and I appreciate his protective side. But now that’s my job.
Jumping up from my place on the ground, I hear them talking, but I know I need to get in there.
I don’t know what’s about to happen, but I just know I might be needed.
Moving around to the rear of the house, I step quickly but silently.
The backyard is dark as I round the edge of a cement back patio with a screen all the way around to keep the bugs out.
Entering the closed area, I head to the back door and reach out for the doorknob. Typically in neighborhoods as quiet as this one, especially when they have the backyard areas somewhat secured with a fence, the door might not be…nope. Not locked, just as I thought.
Walking into the dark kitchen, I glance around and close the door behind me softly with a small click .
There is a door in the middle of a short hall just off the kitchen that is open, obstructing my view to the rest of the house.
I’m pretty positive that’s the door to the basement.
My head lifts as I look up at the ceiling when I hear footsteps upstairs.
I’m assuming one of them went up there to check around and do whatever it is they came to do.
Moving past the center island counter, I remove my Sig from the back of my pants. Stepping behind the open door, I peek around it and see another set of stairs to the side leading up to the second floor.
A blood curdling scream is heard coming from the direction of the stairs.
My body turns cold, like someone just doused me with ice water.
Moving quickly, I step around the door to the basement, pushing it closed along the way and moving to the bottom of the stairs.
Just as my feet hit the bottom step, ready to take them two at a time, I hear more voices coming from the second floor, halting me right where I’m at.
A loud voice.
An angry voice.
Her voice.
“Shut the fuck up, Vicky. I fucking warned you,” my little beauty, Kata, growls out as I hear a commotion and things hitting the floor. “You didn’t listen and now…you’re fucking dead.”
“N-no…pl-please Kata…don’t do–”
“SHUT! UP!” Kata yells, interrupting the crying girl's pleading. There is a loud noise, then muffled screaming coming from up there. I’m worried for a moment, but I’m sure from what I’ve seen so far, she can handle herself.
Fuck…I love hearing her vicious side. She is a feral little thing.
The door to the basement bangs open again, and just as her little boy toy rounds the corner to the stairs, he slides to a stop. His face paling, eyes as wide as saucers, as I quickly lift my gun and point it right between his eyes.
“You…” he whispers, as his brow furrows in confusion.
“Me.”