Page 30 of No, For An Answer
“Who?”
“What did I just say about repeating myself. Also, don’t lie to me either,” I chuckle now. “OH!” I shout and she flinches. “I forgot to say that each lie you tell me; I’ll make a small cut to that pretty little face. Small enough to be quick but deep enough to scar you bad. So, one last chance. Maisy Lee, talk.”
She sobs. Still struggling in those restraints. It’s pathetic really. “HELP ME!”
“HELP ME!! HELP ME!!” I repeat. Turning round and round in circles, screaming into the cold night air and the sight of her flinching back in fear makes me wild. “Nobody’s going to hear you.” I burst out laughing, unable to hold it in anymore.
“So, stop. Fucking. Crying.” I bring the knife to her face, gripping her chin with my free hand as I press the tip of the blade just under her right eye. “I will pop your fucking eyeball out. Speak!” I scream the final word in her face.
“M-Maisy Lee, was m-my roommate.”
“And?” I press.
“S-she k-killed herself last year.”
“And why did she kill herself, Fran?” I step back. “Riddle me that.”
“I don’t-”
“Liar!!” I shout again. My hand connects with her cheek, and she spins in a circle. Desperately trying to keep her balance on her tiptoes. I grind my teeth together, grabbing her by the hips and turning her back to face me.
“Fran, I promise you if the next words out of your mouth aren’t the truth, I’m going to lose my mind.”
“S-she killed herself because-” She closes her eyes. “Because we bullied-”
“Because you bullied her enough for her to think her life was worthless!” I finish the sentence for her considering she’s too chicken shit to do it herself. As I close the space between us and press the blade into the skin on her cheek a guttural sound rings out. Blood seeping out as I press harder, and deeper. Slicing through the skin like butter. Her screams and blubbering fill the air around me. Her breath turning white from the freezing cold night air.
“Please,” she cries again, blood pouring from her face. “I-I d-didn’t.”
“You didn’t what?” I cut her off. I’m losing my fucking patience with this girl. “You didn’t mean to?” I laugh, spinning in a circle. Jesus, if I saw me right now, even I’d think I was crazy. “Don’t worry though, it wasn’t just you.” Fran is hysterical now. Snot dripping from her perfect little button nose. “I know exactly who helped you,” I chuckle.
“Sarah Chambers and Elena Michaels. They’ll meet the same fate soon enough. I watched you guys earlier in fact.”
“Please,” she begs again.
“Please? Did you stop when she begged?” I press. “When she was laying on the shower floor crying after you beat her for the third time that day, as your friends watched, laughing as she sobbed.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not.” I roll my eyes.
“Please!” She cries. Her begging is becoming increasingly more frustrating.
“It’s too late for that.” I cut her face again and I don’t stop until she’s a bloody mess. I watch as she chokes on her own screams and the tears seep into the sliced skin.
“This is her revenge.Thisis what she wanted. You pushed her. Day in and day out. Made her feel like she wasnothingwhen she was the most beautiful thing in this disgusting world.” Tears begin to well in my eyes, but I wipe them away with the back of my hand. Grabbing Fran by the throat. “When she was my fucking angel!” I shriek.
“Wait,” her words a blubbering mess, “please I can tell you w-who-”
I begin laughing hysterically. “You think I don’t know all of it? I know what you and your friends did to her. I know whathedid to her. And I’ll make sure everyone else does.”
“W-what?”
“The day you started; was the day I slowly lost the love of my life. The one person who sawmeand loved ME!” I get in her face, bellowing the last word. Her sobs and coughing wrack her tiny little frame. Her voice raw. I’m probably no better than the killer that’s out there right now.
“I’m s-sorry… P-please.” Her begging, gross, it’s making me feel sick.
“The begging is becoming pathetic now, Fran. Really, very tedious.”
