Kill Kill Kill
Hello my dear friend's thank you for your undying support I am forever thankful. FYI there is three different sections in this chapter. The first section is written in Lacey's POV. The second section is written in Dr. James's POV. And the third section is written in the POV of a character in the story that will mixed up something…it's up to you to figure out who it is. Enjoy!
Lacey
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres.
The world was all heat and electricity, heavy with anxiety that was only a few sparks away from exploding around us.
"Lace, what are you doing to me?" Danny moaned quietly, tracing his fingers affectionately around my face. "You could have had anything else in the world, and you waited for me."
"But I don't want anything else in the world," I whispered. "I will always wait for you… no matter how long."
Every movement of mine was in some way effortlessly mirrored by his.
I think, therefore I am.
"We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again."
I clutched a handful of his dark brown hair, reminiscing all the times I'd fantasized of doing it.
I feel, therefore I am.
I let my hand glide down his back and yanked him even closer to me. I overheard him make a soft kind of growl and lean into me. His hand fell down my leg at the back of my knee, moving it to him.
All my defenses dispersed. I no longer had any question about whether this was wrong or right.
He ran his thumb along my jawline and down my throat, hips bearing me to the wall. He kissed me gently with passion. His kiss was wild, desperate, unhurried, and drugging. Today, there was even more to it. It was a climax of a long journey . . . or perhaps it was the beginning of one.
A love born by the river of our childhood, when we didn't understood what love meant. A love deferred in the air as we grew. A love lost and now was found. In the moment of that kiss was a year of waiting, cynicism and hopeless dreams. This moment that was as delicate as a bird in my hands.
Time had stopped.
My heart was beating so vigorously I knew he must be able to feel it and my legs were surrendering, but Danny held me up, pushed me harder against the wall.
A shiver overtook me, melting my body from the inside out. Something inside me awoke.
Our kisses got more passionate and hotter. I opened my eyes and it was just Danny and me. He pressed his lips together as if he were saving my kiss inside him. The world around me stopped moving. No, the world became Danny, only Danny.
My match.
I pushed him hard against the lockers. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I didn't care that we were at school. I didn't care that he left. All that mattered was that he was here now. In that moment, it seemed that as long as Danny and I were together, there was no challenge too great for us. We like Romeo and Juliet.
I was overflowing in the feel of Danny's body against mine, in his scent, and in the taste of his lips…bruising hard and hungry kisses. My nails dug into his back, and he drew his lips down the frame of my chin, down the center of my neck. He continued up until he reached the end of the dress's V-neck. I let out a tiny gasp, and he kissed all around the neckline, just plenty to arouse.
He grabbed my hand and led me to the nearby storage room. Once we were inside he moved towards me again, pulling me to him, bringing our bodies together. His hands free mine and progressed to my waist. I noticed I wasn't the only one breathing heavily.
I reached for the zip on his leather jacket, ripped it down, and slid my hands inside and over the cotton of his shirt, then under the edge, my nails grazing gracefully over his ribs. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I grasped the borders of his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders; it fell to the ground and he jerked it away. My hands came up underneath his shirt, clawing at his back, fingers plowing into his skin, smoothness covered over firm muscle.
When I took my first look at him shirtless, I felt my knees tremble. I ran my fingertips gently throughout his chest, lower onto his stomach, and he moaned.
His hands gripped my hips, angling me so that I was completely vulnerable to whatever he wished to do to me. I shivered in anticipation.
Danny tipped my face up toward his and kissed me, as if he were kissing tears away and his lips were warm on my face and made me shiver. He tasted sweet, and he groaned as I licked the taste off his lips. My hands laced through his hair.
I turned to get closer to him and felt his breath accelerate. I could taste blood on my mouth, salt and hot.
"Our love," Danny breathed against my lips, "will be infamous."
I nodded with my eyes closed and allowed his touch to overpower me.
"Make me yours." Danny required no more approval and he sheathed me… devoured my very being.
Danny stared at me as he gradually slid my dress from my shoulders, allowing it drop to the floor. He ran his hands down the length of my arms, his fingers entangling with mine. Then he kissed me long and deep, pressed so tightly against me, I nearly couldn't breathe.
He catered kisses down my neck to my collarbone, and my breath caught in my throat. Danny smirked touching my skin, knowing this was my sweet spot. I felt his hands as they unfastened my bra, increasing it to the pile at my feet. He bent his head and left a trace of kisses throughout the tops of my breasts, his hands roaming up to cup them softly. He kissed me harder and hungrier, I held his shoulders as he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and bit down on it, shooting a jolt of pleasure through my body.
A moment later my hands start shaking.
Fuck!
I pushed Danny off of me. "Fuck!" I yell.
"Lace?' Danny said, holding a confused expression.
I learned to run from what I felt. I denied the invite of madness. Running was easy. But not knowing what to do next was the hard part. I still get nightmares. I thought since I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not.
Every time I closed my eyes his faced appeared…and I have to relive that night every single day. The pain, or the reminiscence of pain, that here was plainly sucked away by something unknown until only an emptiness was left.
"I'm so sorry," I breathe. I look away trying not to cry. I hated crying.
"There is nothing wrong with crying Lace. Did I hurt you?"
"No baby, it's not you…. it's just that-" I paused. "There just something I must do."
"I'll wait for you," Danny said as his hand fell to his side, as his eyes began to subdue. "I could wait for you forever."
I broke down. There was no helping my tears. I cried into his shoulder like a child.
Dr. James
"Mama, when are you coming home?" My three year old daughter Kylie asked on the other end of the phone.
I twirled the phone cord around her finger.
One of the toughest parts of my job was being away from my little girl.
"I will be home soon Kylie," I said. "I'll tell you what for being such a good girl to daddy…I will get you a special treat on my way home…how does that sound?"
"Thank you mama you're the best!" Kylie shrieked.
There was a soft knock on the door.
"I have to go sweetie, kiss your daddy for me… I love you."
"I love you too mama."
I looked up to see a girl in the doorway.
"I'm fine. Well, I'm not fine… I'm here," the girl said. Her hands were shaking immensely.
I hurriedly got off my seat and helped her on the couch.
She reminded me of myself. She was mind-blowing in her beauty and her human spirit. Hers was the kind that would not die or grow weary with time and years, but blossom, grow more ecstatic with life and its experience.
"You can talk to me sweetie," I said as calmly as I could. "What's your name?
"Thank you," she said nervously. She blankly stared at me as if behind those eyes, there is a girl trapped within, her pain, of anger and sadness. "My name is Lacey…Lacey Porter."
A sudden shock ran through my body.
Was this the Lacey Porter? It just couldn't be. This was too much. I was still shaken and troubled by Archie's confession. I felt bad for him. Inside he was torn because he was broken. He needed help.
"I needed to talk to someone…something happened and I just can't keep running away from it…I just can't, "she rambled. "I can't eat and I can't sleep."
"Tell me what happened, I said as I squeezed her hand. "You talk and I will listen."
She shook her head and took a deep breath.
"My friend Phoebe threw the biggest party over the summer. She was so excited about. At first I didn't really want to go but friend Jo insisted on me going and I wanted to support phoebe. When I got to the party everything was going great, I danced and I was enjoying the company of my friends. Moments later Archie arrived with his friend Scott. He seemed upset and he didn't really talk to anyone. He kept drinking. Later on he came up to me and I felt bad for him and so I convinced him to go up to phoebe's room so he can rest, because I was really worried about him."
At that moment my head was spinning…Archie told me that he went upstairs with Jo…why would he lie about that?
"When we got upstairs he started flirting with me and I wasn't having any of that. I told him to stop and he became aggressive. He kept repeating to that he was going to hurt me just like Whitney hurt him. I didn't know what he was talking about. I knew that Whitney was his step mom but I didn't know what she did to him…and I guess of part didn't want to know."
Never did anybody look so miserable.
She sank to her knees and began to cry in her terror. I never heard crying like that before or after; not from a child, nor a tortured man.
She bent her head to bury it on my shoulder, trembling in the darkness. Whimpering like a small animal in a trap.
"I fought hard. I fought as hard as I could not to let Archie hurt me. But I was not even close, and I was soon lying down on the bed, with him on top of me puffing and sweating. Archie started to press his lips against mine. They were wet and I wanted to scream but he forced his hand over my mouth."
I heard her heart breaking. It sounded like rain from a powerful storm throbbing on a tin roof. Millions of droplets persistently beating away on the surface up until it crushed into billions of small pieces. Pieces Lacey couldn't put back together by herself.
"I kept saying those two words a lot. Don't. Please," she whispered. "But he grew tired of hearing me plead. He slapped and punched me in the face. As he kissed his wet lips down my face and neck and then began to shove his hands up under my shirt, I cried.
"I sobbed and struggled so I would not feel. He tore open my pants. I remembered screaming then, screaming until my voice stopped. The last thing that I remembered was Jo rushing into the room and she hit Archie over the head with a lamp."
This did not make any sense to me at all. Why did Archie tell that it was Jo he attacked? Something didn't seem right…
"I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. It was like a switch nightmare. I use to wake up from nightmares. But now I woke up into a nightmare. And I felt like my heart had been so carefully and irreparably broken that there could be no real joy again, that at best there might ultimately be a little happiness. I wanted me to get help and return back to life, pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to, I wanted to, but I just had to sit in the dirt with my arms draped around myself, eyes closed, suffering, up until I didn't have to anymore."
Lacey was sobbing in my arms.
"Tears won't help me right now. They'll just make me weaker."
"Cry hard as much as you need Lacey; but do not let your tears pursue the sorrow for the rest of your life," I assured her.
I was astonished, bewildered. Archie confessed his crime. Lacey told her story.
There was only person that could help me…Chief Masterson.
"I'm not fucking psycho," I laugh.
I had all the individualities of a human being…flesh, blood, skin, hair…however my depersonalization was so forceful, had gone so profound, that my normal capability to feel empathy had been destroyed, the target of a gradual, decisive erasure. I was merely mimicking actuality, a harsh similarity of a human being, with only a vague corner of my mind working.
"For me, insanity is fucking sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal implies lack of vision, lack of ingenuity," I laugh harder.
"But I'm completely innocent in this case. I'm the victim. Don't you understand? If Lacey just kept her mouth shut, nothing would have happened.
"I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
"Is evil something you are, or something you do Dr. James?"
She's tied to the floor, on her back, both feet, both hands, tied to crude posts that are joined to boards which are weighted down with metal. The hands are shot filled of nails. Her face was bloody and swollen, with one eye swelling and closed and the other eye half open
"People can get familiar to anything, right? Custom does things to people."
I try using the power drill on her, forcing it into her mouth, but she's awake enough, has strength, to close her teeth, fastening them down, and even though the drill goes all the way through the teeth rapidly, I hold her head up, blood dripping from her mouth.
And I said to myself that I wanted to do it because I was evil, completely evil.
Then I plunged the stake into her chest. I got the stake in deep enough to her heart. Then, her struggles stopped. Her eyes stared at me, shocked, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, although a gruesome and pained one.
I covered the body with a rug.
I hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is safe, nothing is redeemed. Yet I am blameless. I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape.
This chapter was intense! Who do think killed Dr. James?! Drop me a review. Thank you for reading!
