CHAPTER TWO #2
Even when you’re cold, you’re worried about me? You really do care, don’t you?
“I’ll be fine, sparrow. You’re more important,” I reply and pull the hoodie around her hips. “Climb into the truck, run the engine if you need to. I don’t want you getting sick.” I guide my girl to the passenger door.
“Is it okay if I rest in the backseat?” She asks and curls her hands inside the sleeves of the hoodie.
“Of course.” I open the back door, and she climbs inside.
I return to help Pawel dig a grave. If it was left to me her body would be fed to the pigs. She doesn’t deserve the effort this entails.
Fuck I hate this bitch. I want to scream. I want to hold her face and breathe life back into her. Force her to give me answers and then take this shovel and smash her fucking brains in. Repeatedly. No stopping.
I visualize it.
I see the blood decorating the snow in a pattern of pleasure.
Fuck.
A breeze of frozen air slaps me in the face and snaps me from spiraling too far.
I close my eyes for a moment and then look up toward the sky as huge snowflakes fall, thick and fast and blow all around me. I don’t feel the cold through my body anymore. The anger I feel inside heats me and my heart races.
“Are you going to fucking help or not?” Pawel asks in frustration as he kicks his boot hard against the rim of the shovel, forcing it deeper into the dirt and brings out a pile placing it on the opposite side of the bench Sylvia’s body lies on.
The material encasing her is covered in a sheet of snow.
It almost looks as though it’s hiding something precious beneath it, but I know it’s nothing more than her corpse.
I grunt, hit the shovel hard into the dirt and dig, hard and fast. I don’t want to be here doing this shit.
You should’ve died a long time ago, mother. I hope the worms enjoy your flesh, and your soul rots in hell for an eternity. For every beating you gave me you endure a thousand more. For every bruise, every cut, every scar you left me with the devil himself tortures you.
Staring into the empty hole in the ground I look to grandpa.
“That’s enough. It will hold her safely,” Grandpa tells us.
Pawel takes hold of Sylvia’s body scooping his mother up into his arms. He pulls the sheet back from her face and places a soft kiss on her forehead.
“I love you mother. I’ll never forget you,” he whispers, and his tears drop onto her pale dead skin. He wipes them across her cheeks. Grandpa steps forward and places the sheet back over her face. Pawel holds her tight then drops to his knees and places her into the grave.
Still kneeling he looks up at me. “You did this didn’t you?”
I shake my head.
“Dmitry ... Dima ... I know you killed her,” he chokes out then sobs hard.
“I didn’t mean to, but I’m glad she’s dead,” I reply coldly.
Pawel deserved the truth.
Climbing to his feet he makes his way around the grave so I turn to face him.
“You need to go back to the mental hospital. You’re a fucking murderer,” he screams and throws a punch at me.
His fist connects with my cheekbone, and a ripple of energy causes my entire body to stumble backward, straight into the freshly dug grave.
I land on top of my fucking fake mother’s cold dead body.
The cloth covers her face so at least I don’t have to see her cold dead eyes staring back at me.
“Dima,” Grandpa calls and stretches his hand out to help me.
I scramble out of the hole and see Pawel stomping through the now eight inches of snow that covers the garden path, he can barely follow it straight.
“Pawel, I’m sorry,” I call after him but it’s no use, he ignores me.
I spend the next twenty minutes shoveling dirt into the grave with the help of my grandpa. We soon bury Sylvia.
Grandpa pulls out a small wooden cross and sticks it into the mound of dirt. “I’ll make something for her, but for now this will do,” he tells me, a muscle ticks across his jaw.
I know he’s upset, even if she was a monster she was still his daughter, and grandpa never knew what she did to me, so I understand. He never knew the evil that lurked inside of her.
He wraps his arm around me, and we walk to his truck.
I open the back door and see my perfect girl is fast asleep across the seats.
I take one of the spare sheets and place it over her.
I don’t want her to get sick. I close the door and hop in the front next to Grandpa and he drives us back to the farmhouse.
“Pawel hates me, doesn’t he?” I ask Grandpa and swallow hard waiting for his answer.
He offers me a look and shakes his head. “Dima, he loves you. You’re his little brother, give him time.”
My heart sinks.
Within a couple of minutes, we reach the front of the farmhouse. I hop out and open the back door of the truck. My sweet girl is still sleeping.
“Natalia,” I whisper and tap her gently on her thigh.
She stirs, sits up and shuffles toward me. I scoop my girl up and carry her to the door as grandpa unlocks it.
“Dima,” she whispers and wraps her hands around my neck.
“It’s okay, you’re tired Sparrow. I’ve got you,” I tell her and place a kiss on her cheek.
Look at you still tired. You’re so fucking precious my sweet girl.
I carry her upstairs to my bedroom and lay my girl on the bed.
I remove her thick clothing and slip shorts and a tank top onto her body so she’s comfortable, and she slips back into sleep.
Her hair cascades across the pillows, her lips glow a soft pink and I can’t believe that I finally have her in my life.
The realization hits me as tears form and slowly begin to work their way down my cheeks.
These past few days have been so fucking heavy. I lay beside her and pull her into my body. Spooning my girl and keeping her safe. She’ll always be safe in my arms. I’ll lie here with her until she wakes.
Natalia and I, together.
Always and forever.