Waiting… I hate to wait… especially when my family is in danger. My kids are scared for their life watching some deranged manic tortured their family. Otis, my love, might be on the brink of death. Cutter is probably already dead and that psycho might be or have raped Baby. God it's pissing me off just thinking about it. Why am I listening to Tiny? Why am I just standing here doing nothing but waiting? Fuck this shit, I'm going in.
*3rd person pov*
Outside, Tiny looked in the boarded up windows. His nieces and nephew was sitting in one of the corners facing their tied up family. Cutter was in the chair on the right, Baby on the left and Otis in the middle. Tiny watched as the Sherriff held up a photo of a cheerleader. He can't really hear what the Sherriff said but he heard Otis loud and clear.
"Oh yes she is… I cut her tongue out and tied her to my bed for a month… Busted that bitch wide open." Otis smirks a little but it drops when the Sherriff took a step closer.
"Then you get to have this as a souvenir." The Sherriff starts to staple the two pictures onto Otis's chest.
"Daddy!"
He stops stapling and looks at the two little girls. Those two little girls with tear flowing from their eyes and down their rosy cheeks. Wydell starts to feel bad. But then shakes his head. It's not his fault they are crying; no it's their father's fault.
He went to grab another picture but was stopped once more by a loud angered scream. A small but strong body throws itself on top of Wydell. Scratching and clawing at every part of his body. Wydell throws one punch and watch as the woman falls to the floor. He looks at the black haired woman in shock. He really didn't believe that she was alive. But there she was looking up at him in anger.
"Candice, please im only doing this for you and your children." Wydell raised his hands up to show that he meant her no harm but she just didn't care.
"Shut up!" Candice roared before tackling Wydell to the ground once more. Instead of scratching and clawing, Candice tucked her fingers in and let her fist hit Wydell.
He hurt Otis.
He made my daughters cry.
He made Otis bleed.
Crying daughters.
Hurt Otis.
Scared children.
Injured love.
That was the only things that Candice comprehended right now. She was so angered that not even the terrified screams coming from her daughters and sister registered. She was too far gone. Too deep in the anger and pain she has felt since she has awoken again. Nothing can stop her.
Well almost nothing.
Wydell was able to wrap his fingers around an empty bottle before smashing it over Candice's head. The raven haired beauty fell off of him and rolled near Otis. She laid there looking up at the man she loves one last time before blacking out.
Otis looks at Wydell in pure anger. How dare he put his hands on his girl? Only Otis can touch Candice. Wydell smashed a bottle over his girls head and he thinks Otis is just going to let him go? Otis is going to kill him. And it is going to be Otis' favorite kind of kill, a slow and painful one.
Wydell picks up one of Candice's arms, almost getting kicked by Otis and Baby. He carefully drags the unconscious mother over to the other corner, away from her children and biting daughter. The oldest may look like a sweet girl but she can really dig her teeth into you. Wydell rubs the bite mark he got earlier from the three almost four year old. Wydell goes back to his pictures and drinks as Tiny stood watching and waiting…