Chapter Seven
Eddie's P.O.V.
April 17, 2013 18 years young 11:15
They want K.T? Why is this such a scare to me? I mean, I want her to be gone. She needs to be gone. But...at the same time...I want her here, too.
"Alright." I said, my voice cracking.
"Stall them some more."
"They want to come in." Willow said.
"So you think they should come in?" I asked. Willow nodded.
"Her brother is out there." She said. I sighed.
"The brother, only, can come in and wait. Don't let him out of this kitchen. Clear?" I said. She nodded and slid out of the door. A minute later Willow and a huge guy covered in piercings and tattoos came in.
Huge.
He was like seven feet tall and super muscular. He looked really fucking intimidating.
"Where is she?" He asked. American. Willow looked at me. I snapped out of it.
"I'll go get her." I said walking out of the kitchen. I walked into the cellar. Barely any light from the sun was coming in. It looked like a cave.
"You have to leave." I said, my hand on the handle of my gun.
"It hasn't been a week yet." She said weakly.
"People are here for you." I said. I couldn't see her in the thick darkness.
"Who?" She asked.
"Your brother? And I guess...his group?" I said. She didn't say anything. I felt the wall to see if there was a light switch. When I found one I flicked it on. The light was temporarily blinding. When I saw her she was lying, pathetically, on the floor. She looked depressed. I walked closer to her.
"Did you hear me? I said your brother is here." I said. She turned her head to me. Her eyes almost possessed me with her glare. Pure hate stung me.
"I don't have a brother." She said turning her head slowly away from me.
"Why does he claim that he's your brother then?" I asked.
"Because." She said.
"That's not an answer."
"I don't care I'm not going with him. I'll leave by myself when the week is over."
I sighed. I walked over to her and picked her up by the hood of her hoodie. She screamed and kicked and thrashed.
Then I felt a sharp pain in my stomach.
"I had to do it, I'm sorry. But you don't understand. He's not my brother. He's not related to me in away. Not even distantly." She said. She stabbed me. I held my side with excruciating agony.
"Who is he then?" I struggled to say.
"He's…" She trailed off. I moaned in pain. It felt like I was going to drop right then and there.
"He's my rapist. He raped me." She admitted. Oh God. I couldn't respond.
"Don't try to say anything. I'll go out there and get rid of him." She said.
"Have someone patch your stomach up. I'm sorry I stabbed you." She said. She looked at me apologetically one last time, then left. I moaned and slowly and painfully walked to the living room. I could see and hear what was going on in the kitchen.
"Joy?" I called out. She came down the stairs.
"What-what happened to you?" She asked running over to me.
"She stabbed me." I said. She lifted up my shirt to see the wound. She groaned and pushed me onto the couch. She went back up the stairs. Probably to get her stitching stuff. Joy was our nurse. She was the one who knew the most about nursing. I leaned on the arm of the couch. I could hear the chaos in the kitchen.
"My sister." The big guy lied. I imagined him throwing K.T against a wall. Unbuttoning her jeans. Her crying. Or thrashing at him. Probably thrashing.
I suddenly felt bad for dragging her by her hood. Because maybe he did it to her…
"You need to leave." I heard K.T hiss.
"Why? You're coming with us." He said.
"You're not my brother. You're just saying that so you can get them to let you take me. Well, guess what? They already know you're not my brother. They know what you are. What your group is, dickhead. Vile, disgusting, pedophilic, dickhead." She snapped. Then I heard a slap.
"Listen here, bitch." He said. I couldn't get up. When I tried, the pain was unbearable. I heard Fabian come down the stairs. When he walked down, he gave me a "what-the-hell-look".
"She stabbed me." I said. He shrugged and pulled out his gun then went to the kitchen.
"Don't hurt her!" I said. He didn't hear me. I sighed and after my hardest struggle, I painfully got up. I slowly walked to the kitchen, but I didn't walk in. I eavesdropped.
"Who are you, why the fuck are you here, and more importantly, why are you beating on women?" Fabian hissed. The guy had beaten up Willow and K.T.
"I'm your worst nightmare, I'm here for this slut," he said kicking K.T in the gut.
"And because I can." He hissed. Fabian was short as it is, but this guy was two or three feet taller than him. And way larger and stronger looking.
"You're definitely not my worst nightmare. You really seem like a douche, by the way." Fabian snapped.
"I ain't no vagina cleaner." He spat.
"That's right. You're a dick cleaner. Because you suck dicks clean." Fabian hissed. He's gonna get himself killed.
That definitely offended him. He started to punch Fabian but Fabian grabbed the fist and twisted it all the way around. The guy screamed. Fabian kneed him right in the balls, he let out another scream. Fabian swiftly pulled out his knife and stabbed the guy.
Right.
In.
The.
Balls.
He fell right to the ground in pain. He went down with a large bam. It felt like a small earthquake.
Two other guys busted down the door. One of them looked just like the guy that just went tumbling down. But then there was a really scrawny guy. Fabian pointed his gun at them.
"Move and I'll shoot you." Fabian said.
"Like you'd do that." Scrawny said moving closer. Fabian rolled his eyes and shot him right in the forehead. The last guy standing lunged, but it was too late. Fabian shot him in the eye while he was in the air. He came down with a louder thud than the first guy, still cringing in pain. Fabian helped Willow and K.T up.
"Now, before I rip your eyes out with my bare hands, I suggest you leave." Fabian hissed. The guy frightenedly got up and ran as fast as the pain would let him out the door.
"Take your dipshits too!" K.T yelled kicking the freshly killed corpses out the door.
Fabian started to walk out of the kitchen.
"Gonna ask if we're okay?" K.T snapped.
"No, because I know you're fine." He simply said.
"What if we weren't?"
"Well you're fine, so I could care less." Fabian said. Then he walked out of the kitchen.
"Enjoy the show, Eddie? I'm not here for your entertainment. So next time, move your arse instead of standing there." He hissed at me, his voice cracking. He was gone before I could say anything. Joy finally came back with her medical supplies.
"Sorry, it took me forever to find it." She said. Willow ran out of the kitchen, traumatized. K.T slowly stepped out of the kitchen, she was probably in pain too.
"Nothing breaks him, does it?" She said, referring to Fabian. I shrugged.
"He can be over-dramatic at times but in the end, he's probably tougher than me." I admitted.
"You know one of my deepest secrets, you know." She said.
"I know."