Chapter Six – Beast and his dog.
She sat there! On the bed of the beast. Her breathing was steady…calm. Her eyes roamed his sanctuary. There was nothing but his bed. His bed in a room of filth. Everything was thrown around. Dirt decorated every inch of the room. Bottles of Jack stood on the counters. Empty packs of Marlboro reds were crumbled in the corner. Her eyes were fixated on the torn, barely white window drapes as they danced hauntingly when the wind would blow into the room. Her fingers dragged through her dried, tangled hair. She squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to release them of their painful dryness. Her breathe, low and quivering. Legs dashed over the edge falling on the floor. She began to pace around. Anxiety began to coarse through her. She looked out the window, pausing her pacing as she noticed an empty driveway. She tapped the heel of her hands together, her thoughts running a mile a minute. Her feet moved back, just a single step back, and she turned her head, facing the dark threshold. The wind blew through the window again, the curtain hovering high above Naomi. She blinked, turning her attention back to the open window. Her nails dug into her palm, scratching the empty itch. She moved to the bed and sat down, staring at the floor, blankly, her nails still scratching her now irritated flesh. She stood up quickly and paced around anxiously. She shook her head, her breathing becoming shorter, and her nails cutting through her skin as the tightening of her chest began to consume her. The low rumble of Mac's truck echoed down the driveway. Naomi's actions did not wither, but only moved her attention back at the window. Her breathing was now short, small…barely there. Her pacing stopped and her heart was way up in her throat. Her body began to shake, every muscle in her body tightened, and her nails pierced through her skin, streaks of blood running down her hands. Her eyes strained as she tried to focus, her vision becoming blurry.
A screen door swung open and slammed quickly, followed by heavy footsteps getting louder and louder.
Naomi fell onto her knees, her eyes rolling back as her whole body slammed against the wooden floor.
Mac pushed the bedroom door open, seeing the pale woman on the floor, her body cringing and releasing every second. "What the fuck!" he growled, standing near her. He nudged her with the toe of his boot, watching how her body convulsed. "Get up," he ordered.
Naomi's arms flung forward, still latched on together.
Mac kicked her, "Get up!" He yelled.
Her body moved onto her stomach.
He squatted down, reaching out to grab her shoulder. Placing his free hand on her hip too hold her down, he pulls on her shoulder to turn her around.
AHH!
Naomi screamed, flinging her arm around, her fist colliding to Mac's side.
Mac shouted and cussed as he felt a sting below his rib, falling back.
Naomi shot up to her feet at lightning speed and ran over to the window. Flailing her arms around, trying to capture the curtains, she moves closer to the window. She brings her leg up sticking out of the window. Before crossing over fully, she sees Mac, just standing there, staring at her. "Aren't you going to try and stop me?" she asked weakly.
Why am I even asking? Just leave!
"No," he croaked, "I don't have to," he said, simply.
Naomi breathed, swinging her other leg over. Not being able to hold herself, she let herself drop to the ground. She got up, her legs tangling within themselves, as she struggled to walk away. There was loud barking originating from behind her. She turned to see a dog, slipping out from under the house, and running towards her. His teeth were bare as he snarled at her, chasing after her. Naomi stumbled, attempting to get as far away from the dog as she could, unknowingly stepping on a small, circular, metal slap. She looked down only for a second before falling down to the dirt in pain. The bear trap pierced into her leg, just above her ankle, her tibia taking a small peek of the world. With one hand, Naomi held her severely injured calf, whilst with the other, she tried dragging herself away from the demon that was after her.
The dog reached her, wasting no time in slipping her arm into its mouth, locking his jaw on tight, with no intention of letting go. He backed up, moving towards the house, pulling the screaming girl along with him, like a lifeless animal he conquered to add to his collection of bones.
With the bear trap still clamped to her leg, trails of blood was the only proof that she might have been there to any one that might have appeared at Mac's death house.
Naomi let her calf go, trying to punch the dog to let her arm go.
He released her, only for a second to bark and snarl at her, the way dogs to when you attempt to take away their toy. He latched onto her again, dragging her closer to the house.
A loud whistle resonated above Naomi. "Drop," was the only thing Mac grunted before his demon released the bloody brunette.
Naomi watched behind clouded eyes as the dog retreated. She panted as she saw Mac step down and walk towards her. She closed her eyes, coughing from the dirt that was dancing its way into her lungs.
Mac stopped at her head, his feet on either side. He reached into his overalls pocket, pulling out the worn out carton of cigarettes, wrapping his lips onto a butt of one, and struck a match to light it. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with smoke, blowing it out to the side. Mac walked down to Naomi's blood soaked leg, that had a thin layer of dirt around it. Ants were beginning to smell the open meat and began following their attention. Mac popped the cigarette back into his mouth, squatting down, his hands moving roughly down her leg.
Naomi screamed, pain coursing through her.
Mac pressed down onto her knee, allowing the bear trap to impale into her deeper.
The helpless girl cried out, Mac quickly covering her mouth.
"Shut up!" he growled, watching Naomi scream against his hand, "Shut your mouth," he hissed.
Naomi whimpered, looking at Mac.
Mac slipped his hand under her knee bringing it up, her foot falling flat on the ground.
She bit her lip, arching her back in pain, slamming the back of her head down to the dirt.
He pressed down on both ends of the trap, allowing the claws to release Naomi's leg. Mac quickly grabbed her ankle, tossing her leg to the side, throwing the trap aimlessly behind him. He stood, looking down at her once more, taking the cigarette from his lips, flicking the accumulated ash over Naomi. His feet aimed back to the direction where her head laid. He reached down, hooking his arms under hers, dragging her into the house. He picked her up and plopped her down onto the kitchen counter, or what was suppose to be one. The way he man handled her body, she seemed lifeless almost. He made sure she was able to lean against the wall before letting her go. He took one last drag from his cancer stick, removing it from between his lips. He looked at the still activated cigarette, turning it upside down, pressing the burning side down just above her navel.
Naomi screamed once more.
"Will you try to leave again?" he asked, his voice deep and sinister.
She continued to yell in pain. She wanted to fight, but had no strength left in her. She was bleeding out from her arm and leg, and now she was having a hole burned into her stomach.
With his free hand, he grabbed her face, trying to get her attention on him. He pulled her in…real close. His breathe hitting her face like a gust of wind. "Will you…leave again?" he asked once more, sternly.
Her doe eyes lifted from the cigarette to Mac's dark eyes. She nodded. Her answer staggered.
He dug his fingers into her cheeks, bringing her face forward, only to slam it back against the wall. "I can't hear you," he growled.
"No," she answered, her choice being muffled against his hand.
He took his hand off her face, slowly removing the other, seeing how some of her skin attached itself to the now burnt out cigarette. "Good," he simply followed, flicking the butt of the cigarette out the door.
Mac's dog quickly returned from under the house, walking towards the cigarette, sniffing it, and proceeded by licking it.
Mac flicked the stove on, placing an empty pot over the flame. "Now..." he turned back towards Naomi, "Let's get you fixed up," he smiled his sinister smile.
I want to start off by apologizing for taking extremely long on posting the new chapter. My computer was not functioning and so I sent it to get "fixed" and they told me there was nothing they could do. Then I got it back on Saturday and I just turned it on and it worked, so I have no idea lol. So I did this chapter as fast and interesting as I could. I want to thank the readers for continuing to follow and favorite Gone with Sin and those who have commented lol Thank you so much. I will have the next one up as soon as possible.
-Evy