Chapter 8 Savannah
Savannah
Screams Wasted on Deaf Ears…
The gunshot echoes through the house, causing my ears to ring as warm blood splatters against my face.
“No, no. no!” I scream as Tripp falls to his knees.
I watch in shock as if I’m seeing this in slow motion.
His body falls down the stairs to the ground with a thud as his head slams against the hardwood floor, bouncing a few times.
I scream in horror as my feet move faster than my body down the stairs, slipping on the last step and falling to my knees.
Laughter reverberates around the foyer, making me want to snap at the sound of his voice.
I roll the man I love the most in this fucked up world onto his back.
Brain matter falls from my hair as I wipe my eyes, only to find my hands covered in his blood.
My chest tightens as I look down at him.
“You can't leave me. You promised eternity, Tripp! Fucking eternity!” I scream, lifting his head into my lap.
Looking up at Jeremy still standing there, this time pointing the gun at me as he walks down the stairs slowly.
“Your days are fucking numbered! You fucking hear me?” I growl, and he laughs, throwing his head back like this is the funniest thing he’s ever done.
So, I place Tripp's head down gently and stand. My eyes narrow as I feel that sudden rush of spiders climbing up my back and I scream at the intensity as I charge at Jeremy. His eyes widen in fear as I sink the glass shard into his stomach. He stumbles into my front door. Raising his arm, he shoots wildly, and I laugh maniacally. “Get out of my house! This is your only warning. I will come for you and your pregnant fucking wife! Warn them all! I’m fucking coming! It may not be tonight. It may not be tomorrow, next week or even next year. But I will come and I will fucking kill you all! Sleep with one eye open, motherfucker ” I spit, turning the shard and ripping it out of his stomach.
As I turn to go back to Tripp, someone grabs me from behind and wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing so fucking tight I fear my eyes may truly pop out of my skull.
In a panic, I flip the bloody shard in my hand, cutting myself in the process and slam it into his pelvis, dragging it up and down his flesh.
He releases my throat and a wicked smile forms across my face as I revel in the feeling of his skin, muscle and tendons literally shredded the faster I drag the glass through his pelvis.
His screams egg me on making me laugh when he pushes me away and I notice Jeremy holding his stomach, swatting the spider off of him.
John stumbles towards the front door, crashing into Jeremy.
Yet another fucking football prick doing Jeremy’s biddings just like Trent.
“It’s biting me, what the fuck!” he screams and I howl with excitement.
“By the way. Trent is dead upstairs. I’ll be sure to deliver him to your front yard tomorrow. Now get out!” I spit, turning around. The gun goes off, hitting the back of my calf, making me fall to the ground next to Tripp.
Tears fall from my eyes as I lay my head on his chest, praying for a beating heart that never comes.
The front door opens and shuts as I lay here wanting to scream and slaughter the entire neighborhood for all they have done to us.
“It should’ve been me, Tripp. Not you. You are a good man.
You deserve a woman who could’ve given you a baby, not some tainted bitch like me.
I should be the one dead. Me! I should’ve died on those tracks,” I cry, wrapping my arm around his waist as my leg burns with pain, but I ignore it.
I just want to lie here for eternity. Maybe this was all a dream and I’ll wake up to his smile.
“I’m so sorry, Tripp. This is all my fault.
I should’ve listened to you. We had so many chances to kill them all and I kept saying no because I didn't want you to die, but look where that got us. You’re dead.
You’re fucking dead.” I scream as the tears continue to pour down my face.
“I'm so scared, so fucking scared. What am I supposed to do without you?
How do I breathe without you? We just promised each other eternity—I can't. I refuse to live this life alone. I need you. Please wake up. Please.” I beg his lifeless body to just breathe, a little rise of his chest–something to give me hope that he is still here with me.
“I promise you, baby, I will kill them all for this. I will make sure they all suffer like they made us suffer. One by fucking one! From this moment on, they will feel nothing but pain, anger, sorrow and fear until I rip their fucking life from their bodies and send their souls to the pits of hell!” I vow.
My eyes begin to get heavy and I let the darkness within me consume my soul, and I pray when I wake that this was just a nightmare on Lull lane.