Page 160 of Sinning for Santa

Fuck yes,that’s her.

“Ding dong, you can’t keep me waiting. It’s already too late for you to try and run away.”

Another ripple runs through me, yet my feet move, and I step around Devon as my voice joins Frankie’s.

“I see you through the window.” I step forward again, ignoring Devon as he hisses at me to stop. “Our eyes are locked together.”

“Stop, Jaxcen,” he snaps again, reaching for me, but I move forward, revelling in the fearful steps of the man up ahead as he spins again at hearing a second voice join in.

My voice.

“I can sense your horror. Though I’d like to see it closer.”

“Stop. Baby.” Devon wraps his arms around me from behind, his hoarse voice against my ear, and I don’t fight him, but I keep singing the song that was played over the loudspeakers every time one of the patients at Holly River tried to hide or escape.

“Ding dong, here I come to find you. Hurry up and run. Let’s play a little game and have fun.”

“Fuck,” Devon whispers again as the man yells at the top of his lungs.

“Stop! You crazy fucking bitches!”

“Ding dong, where is it you’ve gone to? Do you think you’ve won? Our game of hide and seek has just begun.”

It’s then that we see her.

Frankie.

She’s across the other side, staring back at us, or perhaps at the terrified man who is now practically surrounded by Devon’s men, and two very crazy bitches.

I smirk.

For the first time ever, I embrace my crazy. Embrace the way this world has made me, letting my voice grow louder with Frankie’s as we both stare the prey down.

“I hear your footsteps, thumping loudly through the hallways.” I take a breath and continue, remembering the terrorthis song used to bring. “I can hear your sharp breaths. You’re not very good at hiding.”

“Stop!” he yells, and Frankie steps closer, letting him see her, and giving us a better view of her monster.

My words falter, but her haunting voice continues, her dark hair long, and tangled in waves on each side of her face, falling down past her hips.

“Just wait, you can’t hide from me,” she sings and I say the two words that were in the background of the song at this point.

“I’m coming.”

And she repeats, stepping closer again. “Just wait, you can’t hide from me.”

“I’m coming,” I sing, and the man stiffens, his eyes catching on her.

“Just wait, you can’t hide from me.” She steps closer and he backs up, closer to us.

“I’m coming.” At my words he spins, facing us and starts backing closer to Frankie.

“Just wait, you can’t hide from me.” Frankie sings and again he spins to face her, waving the knife in his hand.

“Don’t come any closer!”

“Knock knock, I’m at your door now.” We sing in unison, and he starts spinning back and forth again.

“I am coming in. No need for me to ask permission.”

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