Kendall Lee Knight
I cracked my knuckles and my neck before sauntering into the holding cell of the man who slaughtered my little sister.
"Kendall… I'm Tony Valencia." He held his hand out to me and I swatted it away. "Don't try to be so polite. You're going to hell anyway. No need for the pleasantries."
He straightened up quickly and cleared his throat.
"Why the hell did you ask to speak to me anyway."
He chuckled and said, "You're just like I was as a child. Angry." I took a deep breath and said, "Why am I here?"
"I wanted to speak to you. To explain what happened. You know Katie talked about you. Her big brother. She idolized you. She wanted to tell you how much she loved you. How much she wanted to be like you."
"Shut up." I hissed and he said,
"Is there anything you regret Kendall? Something you wish to make right. Something you never apologized for? You seem like you don't want to face something."
"The only thing I regret is not jumping over this table and slitting your throat.'
"Ooh feisty. Now I see why your sister idolized you. So aggressive. So strong. So alpha-male-ish. It's quite beautiful actually. She thought you could protect her from any and everything, But there were two things you couldn't protect her from. Death and Love. I sense it's not the first time you protected her from love. Or at least attempted to protect her from it. Amor right. That's how they say it in Spanish." He said confidently and I clenched my jaw.
"Love? She never loved you. And that weird obsession you have with little girls. That is not love you sicko."
"When will you realize Kendall, The love we had transcends generations, galaxies, dimensions. You couldn't save her from me because that was what I was to her. Death and love."
"You'll fry for this you know that right," I said with a smug grin on my face. The only satisfaction and console in this terrible ordeal.
"And then I'll love her in the afterlife. We'll be together and I'll love her like I loved her on earth. I loved every inch of her body. Figuratively and literally," He smirked and leaned across the table towards me. He was getting cocky."
"What is that suppose to mean?"
" I 'loved' her in everyway possible. On the floor, in my bed, the kitchen table. From her head to her toes. My tongue has been in every crevice of her body, if that's hard to imagine. I loved her so good she writhed under me, begging me to stop."
I jumped across the table and grabbed a hold of his swine neck. He laughed a mocking laugh and I pressed harder.
"You bastard. That was my fucking baby sister."
"Please stop you're hurting me. Carlos…Kendall help." He mocked and I knocked his chair back until I was straddling him. He was turning purple.
"Guards!" I heard someone yell but I didn't care. I was blinded by rage and I wished I still had that knife that the precinct made me give up.
Two men grabbed my arm and pulled me off of him. I shook my myself out of their grip and said, "Just another reason why I hate men." Before making my way out of the door.
"Kendall…Kendall." I heard James yell and I kept on walking.
She called for Carlos before she called for me.