“ANSWER ME!” she snaps sharply.
“YES!” he finally replies, tears streaming from his eyes as he looks at me, silently begging for help.
I snort, trying to hold back my amusement. “Don’t look at me.” I point the tip of my knife to my chest. “I’m not going to help you.”
“When you saw me, Jack, did you feel… bad? Or did you only care about yourself in that moment?”
Jack closes his eyes, chanting the same sentence over and over again. “This is just as dream, this is just a dream, this is just a dream.”
I watch closely as the woman I love turns around and makes her way over to the kitchen cupboards and drawers, yanking each of them open one after the other until I assume she finds exactly what she’s looking for. A glint of silver shines from the utensil in her hand, and I realise instantly what it is.
I turn my attention back to the two men in front of me, sneering at their snot-covered upper lips. The way they still fightagainst their restraints even though there’s no chance either of them will free themselves is actually quite comical to be honest.
But their anguish is nothing compared to what I felt running up to Heather’s lifeless body on Halloween night.
What they took from me, I canneverget back. I’ll never smell the soft aroma of her lemon bodywash again or her smooth, supple skin beneath my touch. I’ll never hear her laugh, see her smile, or live another normal day again. All because they refused to help her. Turning their accident… into a hit and run.
But, if this is all I have, if the echoing devastation of my broken heart is all I have left to remember her by, then I’ll pray to live every day the same way. Convincing her of who I am and reminding her of our love, because that’s all I care about. No matter how short our time is together, I’ll take it, because it means I get to have her. I’ll go through every ounce of suffering if it will mean having her in my arms once more.
Heather saunters back to stand directly in front of Jack, and places a see-through glass bottle of vinegar on the floor beside his feet, followed by a small ceramic salt shaker.
“Jack,” Heather croons in a sing-song voice, but he doesn’t answer. “Jack!” she barks his name once more, and the sound of her smacking him clean across the face permeates the kitchen, instantly gaining his attention. His eyes are completely bloodshot and all the small burst capillaries are a vivid shade of red against the tear-ridden whites of his eyes while he shakes with trepidation. “I’m glad you got to watch me die.” She smiles psychotically, the expression never meeting the corner of her eyes. “Because it’s the last thing you’re ever going to see.”
My eyes widen in surprise as she roughly takes hold of Jack’s jaw, shoving the curved side of the ice-cream scoop into the outer corner of his right eye socket, forcing it with all her might. I watch with delight as she masterfully scoops a single greeneye out of his head, the sound of his agony-filled cries bringing gooseflesh to my skin.
“That’s it, scream for me,” Heather says as she laughs manically.
Jack’s wails of suffering amalgamate with Toby’s petrified cries of shock as he watches my girl work swiftly to remove both of Jack’s eyes one after the other until they’re hanging from the empty sockets like Christmas decorations. I watch as his body jerks and twitches, and the blood-soaked tears trailing from the empty black holes within his skull bring on a warmth to my stomach I’ve never felt before.
Not even with my own kills.
Before I have a chance to congratulate her on her dazzling act, Heather grabs the bottle of vinegar and pours it all over Jack’s face before finishing him off with a salt seasoning.
“Jesus,” I hiss, gritting my teeth at the act, because…yeah, that shit’s gotta hurt.
My eyes never leave the scene in front of me though, because watching him flail and shriek like a stuck pig is an addicting sight to say the least. I watch with eagerness as Heather then wraps her fingers around the tendons of each dangling eyeball and viciously yanks them towards her, snapping both ligaments of connective tissue in one fell swoop.
I was going to step in, help her, but then I realised this is allforher.
She deserves her revenge.
Her gaze instantly finds Toby, and I can’t understand what he says because I’m so taken aback by her calm rage that I’ve drowned his pleading out.
“Open your mouth,” she demands, holding both eyes in one hand.
“No, no, please, I’m… Fuuuuuck!!!” he yells, completely panic-stricken about what’s to come. “Please, Heather! No, no, no, I—”
“OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!!” she screams in his face, but he rolls his lips between his teeth and bites down. Hard.
Not willing to let him fuck this up for her, I situate myself behind him and grip the underside of his jaw and simultaneously pinch his nose. “Open up… There’s a good boy.”
Toby fights against my hold, but it’s no use because he doesn’t last long before his mouth pops open for fresh air, and Heather quickly shoves the eyeballs deep within the back of his throat. I force his jaw closed, wrapping one arm around his throat, and the other I press against his mouth, keeping it closed. “Force-feeding him eyeballs. Innovative.”
Her head snaps up, and her eyes meet my gaze, as she pops the brightest smile. “Thanks, baby.”
This woman.
“Eat up, Toby. For we all know this is the last meal you’ll ever have.”
