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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 30 (v.1)

Submitted: May 09, 2008

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Submitted: May 09, 2008

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I was standing on the walk in front of the house and Ginger was dead at my feet with her face across my shoes and blood pooling around her head.Her skull was split open and her brain looked like a gray slug through the opening in the back of her head.My heart was pounding and my hands were slick with sweat and I didn’t understand anything.
I didn’t feel anything.At least I didn’t feel what I should have.Maybe it was shock, maybe it was the drive home and witnessing Nick changing like that right in front of my eyes and watching all those cars sliding off the road.But all the same, I was standing over a dead enemy that I didn’t understand and my wife wasn’t there, wasn’t bleeding across my Steel-Toes and she wasn’t dead.She just wasn’t anything or anywhere.I moved up to the front door, stepped through and pulled it shut behind me, turned the lock and moved into the coolness and darkness of the house.
I stood listening.Dale was in the house somewhere, dead or alive or mutated but he was silent.I moved through the foyer, into the living room and to the hallway and stood.There were four doors, three bedrooms (one changed to Genie’s work in progress that was to be Dale’s playroom) and a bath.I wiped my hand across my mouth and crept down to Dale’s door.I placed my hand on the knob and hesitated, leaned my head against the door and held my breath as I turned my face so my ear pressed against the cool wood and listened.
I turned away from Dale’s door and went into the bathroom, turned the faucet on and splashed water on my face.Looking up into the mirror my mouth went slack at the reflection.My eyes were flat, dull and ugly.When I turned the water off, my hands didn’t shake over the faucets and I noticed it and hated myself for my calmness.
I pulled a towel from the rack next to the sink and dried my hands and face with it.Outside, the sounds of confusion and chaos were coming to life.Cars were jumping the curb, running over trashcans, there were screams of terror and pain.I even heard a dog howling.Returning the towel to the rack, I stepped out of the bathroom and went to Dale’s door again and stood, indecisive, thinking it over.
He was dead or sleeping.If he was sleeping he was a bloodthirsty little freak with solid yellow eyes or he was just a fragile little infant that couldn’t take care of himself.I reached out and laid my hand on the knob and couldn’t breathe.I just exhaled and then I couldn’t draw breath.
“Aaron!”
I heard my name and didn’t know where it was coming from, couldn’t palce the voice.My hand was on the knob and I wanted to turn it, wanted to open the door and find out but instead I fell down and there was my name again.
“Aaron!”
Everything went black and there were fingers in my mouth, sharp nails split my lip, as they jammed in and spread my jaw.Something scratched my tongue and cut it, then it scratched it again and my mouth was filled with blood and I was rising, ascending and going somewhere I didn’t want to go.I wanted to scream or say no or anything to the way I was floating up and then my face was wet around my mouth and my nose was being pinched.
Hot air, rank and sour and forceful, blew into my mouth.My throat hitched, my chest expanded, I felt something clicking in my chest, deep down there and then heard some popping sounds and then I was exhaling and wanting to draw breath but couldn’t and the breath I had just drawn from that hot sour rankness was no good, there wasn’t any real air in it, just blood and reeking stench.
More hot air, more stench, more clicking and popping and another exhalation.I drew a little on my own.It was warm and bitter and something gurgled in my lungs and the darkness swirling around me lightened a little and I quit floating up.I let it out, tried to inhale again and failed.
Another blast of furnace air.My lungs filled up and I let it back out only to receive more hot reeking…breath.Up, down, up down, someone blowing in.I let it out.My chest moved like a bellows, my heart was slow and fluttering in y chest and I tried to breath.I felt myself elevated, something went to the bottom of my lungs, slowly and I started taking breaths in sips.
Then I was breathing in larger gulps and I heard my name and felt arms around me and I opened my eyes and all I saw were dancing points of light for a while and listened to the sobs in my ear and felt the hand running through my hair and the pain in my ribs and lungs and the lights faded, blackness washed my vision after them and that faded and I was staring at the streaked glass of the side window of the van and listening to Dale mutter and cry against my neck and listening to Slim and Dale talk.
“Is he alright back there?”
“He’s breathing.He’s sitting up and breathing but he’s so fucking hot!”
I was colder than I had ever been in my life.I shivered against her, wanted a blanket, a coat, anything.I tried pulling her on top of me but couldn’t move my arms.I wanted to lean into her but I couldn’t do that either.
“He’s shaking really bad!” Tears and choked sobs against my neck.
“Wrap him up honey!”
“I don’t have anything!”
“Well hold him then!Christ!Just wrap your arms around him and give him your body heat, take your shirt off and get up real close!”
I listened to them and closed my eyes and didn’t answer when Dale yelled my name.I shook and I was cold and I hurt.I took little small breaths and slipped down.Blackness below me, crawling up my legs, up my chest.It reached my head and closed up over me and I was gone.
I was sixteen years old, big for my age, strong, a fullback on the football team.I had come home one night after a game and mom was sitting on the couch crying with her face in her hands.When she heard the door shut behind me she had looked up and had a big shiner under her right eye and I froze.
Mom had started to rise from the couch and move toward me when I heard her dick boyfriend yelling from the other room.He was swearing, telling her if he didn’t find his stash he was going to come out and turn the other headlight on.Mom was frozen too, staring at me, with her lips trembling and her hands shaking next to her face.He yelled out again about his stash and I dropped my duffel bag on the floor and started across the living room of mom’s dumpy little five-room rancher that she rented.
Jimmy Upshaw.People called him Bonedaddy and there was always something about that nickname that just pissed me off.Nobody wants their mom to date some greasy douche-bag she met in some shit-hole bar, especially not some greasy douche-bag that drove a cab during the day and made up his nights bouncing at local dives.And especially, they don’t want her dating that piece of shit when he makes a little extra cash slinging dope or hustling boosted shit.
And they especially might resent that motherfucker moving into the dumpy little shit-hole house that their mom rented with the check she got from their dad every month.And nobody in their right mind wanted that fucker in their home when he was screaming at their mom from the bedroom about his stash while she was sitting on the couch crying with a black eye.
The door to the bedroom was standing open and Jimmy was standing in front of mom’s bureau, the drawers pulled open, some of them on the floor, and he was throwing her panties over his shoulder with both hands.He must have heard me because he turned around and his eyes were red and sunken, his hair was greasy and slicked back like it always was and he smiled at me (you a big man?) and stepped away from the dresser, on the other side of the bed.His shirt was off and his muscles showed, large and powerful and I charged into the room.
I was young and I was strong and I was a bad motherfucker.I leapt over the bed and crashed into him and he went backwards and slammed against the dresser and my legs caught up on the bed and then we were on the floor in that narrow space between the bed and dresser.I bore down on him, wrapped him up in my arms and slammed the crown of my head into his face.
He bucked underneath me and I squeezed harder.I butted again and felt his nose break, felt his blood on me and then he had his arm out and was pulling my head in against his chest.Mom was at the door screaming and he slipped his other arm out, rapped me in the side of the jaw with his knuckles and pain flashed through it, up into my ear.He punched me again, then grabbed my hair and jerked my head back and rolled over.
I jerked my head away, felt a clump of hair pull out in his hand and threw my own punch.It caught him in the chest and he didn’t even notice it.He rose up with a quick jerk and threw his fist way over his head and then he was coming down, driving the weight of his upper body into the punch.It caught me in the forehead instead of in the face and my head whipped back and smacked against the floor, bounced up from that and his other fist caught me high on my left cheek while it was coming back up.
I bucked and screamed and felt the blood rolling down my face and he hit me again but only glanced my ear because I rolled my head. I heard his hand smash into the floor and his knuckles cracked and then mom was on his back, her arms sliding around his throat.He reached behind him with both hands and grabbed her.I bucked, jerked up and punched him in the face and he grunted, found mom’s hair with is hands and jerked her face into the back of his head and I hit him again and busted his lip, felt one of his teeth cut into my knuckle.
He smashed mom’s face against the top of his head again and I squirmed out from beneath him.He threw her back and let go and lunged for me while I was trying to stand.My back was up against the closet door and I had nowhere to go so I covered my head.His fist slammed into my stomach and then his other slammed into my ribs.I lowered my elbows to my sides and he slipped one down the pipe and caught me under my right eye and sent my head smashing back into the closet door.I heard the thin wood paneling splinter.
Mom was still game, she jumped on his back and reached around and raked her nails down his face.He screamed, more anger than pain, and twisted around, pulled her over his shoulder and threw her into me.I pushed her off and jerked to my feet while he was coming up from his knees.His hands were on the floor and he was pushing himself up so I pulled my leg back and kicked him in the shoulder, missing my shot at his face.He twisted and his hand went out from under him on that side and I kicked him again, this time on the forehead and he grunted and went down.
I stood against the door watching him struggling back up and feeling mom squirm at my feet.I jumped over her, on top of Jimmy and he went down, his head under my crotch and I started swinging for all I was worth.Right, left, right, left.I smashed into his ribs, dropped an elbow on his back.He twisted and squirmed and I threw my lower body into the air and drew my knees up under me and came back down on the back of his head with both knees.His head hit the floor and he quit moving.
Still I swing, and I kicked with my knees.His head bumped against the floor, his ribs snapped.Mom was screaming at me, then she was pulling at my shirt and I turned around and shoved her against the wall and she fell down.
“Stop it Aaron!” she screamed.
I ignored her, stood up and started stomping on Jimmy’s back and kicking him in the ribs.Mom was screaming for me to quit it.I turned around and cocked a fist at her and she cringed, sobs choked her words and she held her hands up in front of her.
“Stop it.” Her voice was small and weak and I hated her.I hated her for dragging me through so many worthless shit boyfriends and for fucking around on dad and for hooking up with some scumbag people called Bonedaddy.But I stopped.
I was breathing hard and leaning forward, my hands on my knees, staring at her and then staring at Jimmy and then back at her.
“What’s wrong with you?” she asked.
I laughed.“Me?What’s wrong with me?”
“You were gonna kill him.”
I nodded and straightened out, took a step to tower over her and looked down on her with hate and contempt.She cringed.“You’re a piece of shit.” I told her.
She dropped her face into her hands and sobbed.I stood and watched her for a second then turned around.Jimmy moaned on the floor and I Stomped the back of his head and he went limp again.

“That’s right.I’m a bad motherfucker.”


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