Split Chapter 4

Finally finishing a long day of work, dropping off the van at the warehouse locking everything up for the night. Slamming the gates shut leaving only the loud sounds of clanking metal behind. Putting the keys on the boss's desks, he finally escaped the building. Walking to his car parked down the street. He unlocked the trunk and threw his bags of tools and other belongings in the back, tying everything tightly together in place. Slamming his trunk making his way into his car getting ready to take off. He started to drive making his way back home. He thought it was funny, in an ironic way having his last drop off being to fix someone's pipe, was that young girl. She lived right next story to him, what in the odds of that happening, he thought to himself. He didn't want to go and think too much about it though, Dennis has an act for thinking many things.

Coming up his street he parked in his small driveway. It was only good for a decent sized car. Thankfully his car was small enough and could fit in tight places. Putting the car in park he opened the door to exit out and headed for his trunk.

Off in the distance he could hear an engine working really hard. Looking up for a moment to see an old rusty white pickup truck speeding down the street coming his way. He was drawn back to what he was doing, grabbing his leather strap on bag he placed it over his shoulders. The truck pulled in the driveway next to him, that must be the guardian he thought. Hearing the loud country music blast throughout the car, soon it shut off completely. He could hear the door squeak open and then slam shut.

Dennis closed his trunk as well not even bothering to look over once. Walking up onto his creaky porch removing the screen door and inserting the key inside. He was finally in the house, walking upstairs to his room to go change and take a shower. Laying his leather bag on the bed he opened it taking out his binder and a few labeled folders. Opening the folders was images he held in his hands, neatly placing them close together all over the bed. Each picture was in black and white, with absolutely no color on any of them. They consisted of writing on the back of each one with important information.

"Did you have any trouble?" someone came into the light.

"No." He said in a daemonic tone.

"Just think, with this we will show the world who we truly are."

"Will he come? "He asked feeling a bit uncertain.

"Do not lose faith Dennis. He will protect us, when we give him the impure to feast upon." They both stared down at the photographs.

"Look at them, they have never suffered a day in their lives, they do not know the meaning of pain."

Dennis said nothing, but stared at the images, studying each one deeply.

"Have you decided?"

"No." He said knowing he had to pick at least two by now.

"But I do think, I know who to choose." He said narrowing his brows together tightly.

"You must be sure Dennis. But I have my faith in you of course."

Dennis picked up two photos from the bed in each hand. He examined them both carefully taking in every detail. His thoughts started to wonder again, thinking of the unthinkable. He had to snap out of it, he was doing this for a reason.

"These two." He said placing them back down.

"Claire and Marcia. These two have never suffered a day in their lives, and soon. They will." His tone was low.

"Excellent work Dennis. What would we do without you?"

"Thank you, Patricia." He said with a deep voice.

They both continued to stare at the photos of all the young girls spread out all over the bed.

She heard the car door lock from her window. He was home. She rolled her eyes at the thought of having to face him once again. Casey continued to draw and lean against her bed on the floor. The front door opened and closed quickly. His footsteps were loud and heavy. Hearing the refrigerator door open with the glass bottles against the door clunking an ear-piercing sound. He opened a beer and took a huge gulp. Grabbing the brown paper bag, he threw on the kitchen counter he made his way upstairs. Casey could hear his steps emerging down the end of the hall towards her room. She took a deep breath as she closed her eyes and braced herself.

"Knock, knock, Casey-bear." He said hitting the door with the tip of his beer bottle. He pushed the door wide open. She continued her drawing.

"I uhh- got you somethin to eat. Thought you might be, you know, hungry." He said walking in casually. He placed it on her small table next to her bed. Casey looked up slightly to see what he was placing down. In giant words spelled "McDonalds" across the small brown bag.

"Thanks." She said simply trying to keep things short as possible. He walked back slowly but started to lean on one knee next to her. Casey started to cringe and feel very uncomfortable. She didn't want to look at him, she tried to keep her focus on her book. Her uncle took the book from her lap and looked at it curiously flipping through the pages.

"Too bad this ain't worth somethin. Make some money." He said chuckling in a deep amusing tone.

"It's just to pass the time." She said quietly. He nodded his head as he flipped through a few more of the pages taking quick pauses. Soon stopping completely on one of them. Casey's eyes widen a bit at the drawing he stopped at.

"Little brother." He said in somewhat of a blue tone. The drawing looked just like him with each light and dark shading being absolutely perfect to his proportion.

"I- I miss him." She said softly for a moment.

"Hm, I do too Casey-bear." He said taking a sip from his beer.

"But I'll always be here to take care of you. You know, that right?" He said looking at her. Casey's face turned pale once again feeling completely sick to her stomach.

"I will be here until the very end."

"Yes." She said nodding her head slowly, hating the sound of that happening.

"Ok. I'll be downstairs my shows on." He said tossing her book back on her lap making her body jump a bit out of place. He placed a kiss on the top of her head making her shake and on edge. He left her room completely, and headed for the TV downstairs. Casey got up quickly and shut the door and locked it feeling a bit nervous and uneasy. He was so weird she thought, the man is like Jekyll and Hyde, one day he's crazy and one day he's fine. At one point she thought he was actually happy to see his little brother. But happy in what way though, leaving her behind with him and only him, thanking his little brother for this gift. The thought made her sick, she needed to figure out how to get out of here one day.

Casey was already starting to feel stressed out, she sat on her bed hunched over. Her eyes directing to the brown paper bag filled with who knows what. She took the greasy bag and opened it looking inside. Placing her hand in the bag she retrieved a quarter-pounder burger wrapped in its yellowish plastic. Opening it completely her eyes immediately lead to the giant bite that was taken out of it. The expression on Casey's face was completely blank and dead to the world. She threw the burger back in its bag and rolled her eyes.

"I'm not that hungry." She said quietly but still feeling a bit aggravated.

She threw the bag on the table and rolled her body onto her bed. Laying on her side she took her phone out of her pocket making it feel a bit uncomfortable. She put her phone next to her head. Casey closed her mournful eyes and waited for the next day to come.

1:50 AM

*Bzzzz, Bzzzz, Bzzzz*

Casey gasped as her eyes shot open feeling startled. It was nighttime and completely dark outside. Spotting the time on her desk reading 1:50 AM. Casey rolled her eyes at this and flipped her phone over seeing unknown messages going off on her phone. Thankful it was on vibrate mode so her uncle couldn't hear it from the next room over. Who would be texting her at this time, most importantly why is anyone texting her at all? She never gave anyone her phone number, or recall giving it willingly. She unlocked her phone and opened her messages reading:

Unknown: "Hey what's up?"

Casey just starred at it debating whether or not to even text back at this. Soon noticing the three small dots popping up.

Unknown: "Casey I know your there, don't ghost me."

Casey's eyebrows knitted together in confusion and felt like she was in high school again. She hated doing this, asking questions instead of the person just saying who they are in the first place.

Casey: "Who's this?"

She waited for the response.

Unknown: "OMG hellO it's Claire remember you gave me your number!"

Casey: "When was this?"

Unknown: "In Physics we had a dumb ass project remember."

Casey definitely remembered now. Casey thought to herself, if her memory was correct she definitely remembered doing most of the work for that dumb ass project. Casey preferred working alone most of the time and not with people who would mooch off you for answers and a better grade. She remembered deleting her number the day the project was over.

Casey: "Ok. Well, why are you texting me this late?"

Unknown: "I'm OUT with friends. Anyways I'm having a birthday party this Saturday at the Smith Haven Mall sooooooooooo yeah... your invited."

Casey rolled her eyes at reading this. Why is she even inviting me she thought, we aren't even friends, or for that matter even acquaintances? Casey would never think this way but, what's her game? What's she getting out of this anyways? Let me guess she feels bad for me because I don't have any friends or that I would purposely want to go to detention during after school hours. Too many thoughts coming up at once made Casey want to go back to sleep.

Unknown: "Hellooooo?"

Casey: "Maybe, I mean I have to ask my uncle first."

Unknown: "A 18-year-old girl has to ask her UNCLE if she can go out to a birthday party?! Seriously."

Casey: "17 actually. And sadly yes."

Unknown: "Whatever. You have my number sooo yeah... byeee."

Casey turned off her phone not even worth bothering texting back someone so annoyingly stupid. But on the other hand, I guess it was flattering to be invited to something for once she thought. It would just be a onetime thing, and then never again would she have to be bother with her and her friends again. It was something to do for sure, but she was still wondering why she was inviting her in the first place. Wondering who put her up to this. It could go one of two ways, she could actually be nice and invite her out of the kindness of her heart or doing this because she pities Casey and sees her as a weirdo who just belongs being alone in the corner. Casey made a small fart noise come out of her mouth at the thought as she positioned herself to get more comfortable. She squeezed her pillow in her arms tightly together.

Besides, what could go wrong at just a simple birthday party?

Authors Note

Sorry for the wait my friends! I had just design some NEW Split Pins of Dennis and Casey available soon! DM more for any questions on the item! ENJOY the story and COMMENT!