Thud. Thud. Thud. I banged my head in soft thuds in the wall behind me. Garcia's screams, cries and pleads and filled this room for so long that now it feels similar to the static silence.
My face was sticky from the dried off tear tracks. I felt numb and apart from the slight pinch in my chest every time she took my name. That name that was said with love and friendship was right now coming out of fear.
My throat felt sore from all the screaming and crying. My mouth ran dry and my jaw felt like it was shut close. It felt like I didn't know how to open it.
The door opened and I looked up. Unlike other times I felt no energy in me to fight them, I was angry but I had no adrenaline. I just felt numb.
"How long? How long since you've been playing the same damn thing again and again?" I demanded. My voice coming out raspy, I could feel my chapped lips pulling apart as I attempted to talk.
"A week." She said nonchalantly.
"You said you suffered because of my mistakes. Then why do this to her?" Everything was so confusing, such a big question mark.
"Entertainment." She said and my jaw and fist clenched. Entertainment? For fucking entertainment? Raw rage started to fill me up and adrenaline started to flow through my veins.
I got up from my sitting position but stopped from the chains around my wrists, ankles and neck. I was raged and pulled at the chains like a caged animal.
"Isn't she a fierce one?" She mocked and I pulled more on my chains, an animalistic growl escaped my throat.
"I just wanted to let you know that her funeral is today." She said the words that I dreaded to hear. My Penelope lying down in a casket, being lowered to the ground, everyone laying their flowers, paying their respects and I am here, in the darkness, chained like an animal, made to listen to screams and pain of someone who I love so much and hold so dearly close to my heart.
My hands fell down to my sides, my legs gave up and I sat down. Fresh tears streamed down my cheeks.
"I'm going there right now. Would you like for me to say something to her?" She said and I could listen to the sadistic pleasure she was gaining out of all this.
"Stay fucking away from her! Taking her life wasn't enough that you need to go there too?" I growled, the chains dug into my skin as I pulled at them.
"Stop me if you can." She said and a few seconds later the door closed. I was left in the darkness again. Rotting away.
My body automatically curled itself into a foetal position. My fists clenched at my chest, the pain radiating from there was beginning to be more and more unbearable. The thought that I was the reason for her death was something that would be stuck with me like a shadow for the rest of my life. She was so pure and good hearted. The best thing about her was that she never let the harshness of her life, of her job affect that smile and that heart.
I could definitely say that she was the strongest out of us all. And deep down I think all of us were scared of her, neither of us wanted to come face to face with her wrath. And neither did she gave us a chance for it.
"You'll be forever remembered, I'll always be there for you." The words came out and sobs broke out of me.
Hailey. Hailey always loved her.
I unlocked the door with my keys, Rachel right behind me, her arms around my waist, her lips placing sloppy kisses on my neck. She was drunk but she wouldn't agree on that. Just like every other time she was drunk. Rachel was the kind of light weight drinker who liked to believe that alcohol would have no effect on her and she acted like she could never have a hangover.
"Come on, sober up. You know how angry Hailey gets when you come home drunk." I chuckle at how the last time she got angry she literally made Rachel stand in the corner for half an hour.
"I am not scared of her! She's my daughter! She's the one who should be scared." She whines and pouts adorably. I peck her lips and pat her shoulder. "Probably in some other birth. She's got your temper and even then you always bow down to her. Besides I don't think you'd be able to stand in the corner without falling over. So better sober up."
"I hate it that you're right." She puffs and straightens her dress. I turn around and unlock the door.
"Garcia? Hailey?" I call them out as I kick off the shoes. I hold Rachel by the waist to make sure she can walk straight. We enter the living room from where the sound of television could be heard.
But what I found was something that touched my heart. Hailey's head rested on Garcia's shoulder and Garcia's on Hailey. Her hand was wrapped protectively around Hailey's shoulder and pulled her closer when her sleep was disturbed by her own snoring.
"I think she might beat your ass someday for Garcia." Rachel said as I looked at her. I kissed her lips and pulled out our Polaroid camera from the drawer near by.
A quick flash and the photo came out. It was probably the best picture of them two of them.
Hailey started to stir and sniffling and my wife sprinted for the bedroom, wobbling every now and then.
"Tell mom I'm going to deal with her tomorrow." Hailey told me before falling back asleep on Garcia.
I pulled a blanket over the pair and kissed both their foreheads before heading to the bedroom.
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