Page 17 of Lost
“How did you infiltrate my family?” I ask, my fingers throbbing as I hold the knife. I have never been part of the hiring process for new staff at my parents’ home, so I can’t speak to how extensive it is.
If there were children in the home, you better believe I would have made sure no one worked for my fucking enemies. I swear, sometimes I feel like my parents are too stupid to live. The bloodlust is spreading through my veins, and I want to kill them for not protecting us better.
My nannies were always mean and cruel, and I don’t remember a single one that I’ve liked. It lowers my expectationsof who my parents allowed in their home after my experiences with them.
“I was a maid,” Louisa says, breathing hard. She doesn’t seem to know where to begin keeping the blood in her body as I sit on the coffee table in front of them, and it’s hard not to laugh.
Who’s going to tell her that the blood is simply going to continue to run free?
“Mr. Domino set up a fake temp agency in the Midwest with the ability to set people into specific positions. When your parents had a maid not come into work without notice for three straight days in a row, it allowed me to step into her place.”
“That’s awfully convenient,” I mutter, sinking my knife into Turbis’ thigh so he doesn’t feel left out. I also make sure to twist it around for maximum damage. “Did you kill her?”
“Of course,” Louisa gasps. “Mr. Domino has spies in Minneapolis, and has for years. It was easier to create the opportunity than to wait for one.”
“How did you get into the house at night when most of the staff goes home?” I ask. “We also have guards at night. Were you fucking one to let you in?”
“Yes,” Louisa says with a wince. “I started working for your parents the day you were born, and I just bided my time until I could take one of you. Mr. Domino promised we could raise the baby, so I jumped at the chance since I couldn’t have children.”
“I think the universe chose correctly,” I say cruelly. “I don’t think either of you should look after anything. What haven’t you done to my poor sister?”
I choose another place to stab Turbis, and while he hisses, he doesn’t make a fuss. A mafia man to the end.
“Nova was…a difficult child,” he says. “She never wanted to do anything the first time that she was asked.”
“Sounds like any child,” I say impatiently, standing up and choosing to stab his chest instead. “Talk faster or I’m going toget bored. My best friend is really good at peeling the skin from a man’s body while he screams. He’s on his way.”
Turbis yells and attempts to get up, but I jump into his lap and pull on his hair before shoving the knife underneath his throat.
“Not so fast,” I croon. I’m getting blood all over my skin and crisp white shirt, but I figure it was only a matter of time before this happened.
I feel almost high as I hold these worthless pieces of shits’ lives in my hands, and I force myself to breathe through the lightheadedness.
“Sit and stay awhile,” I croon.
Louisa tries next to get up, but I stab her in the shoulder, shoving her back against the couch.
“Believe it or not, I’m the lesser evil,” I remind them.
“Turbis,” Louisa whimpers, and I raise my brow at him.
“The better question is what didn’t we do to that girl,” he whispers. “Mr. Domino always wanted to know what she was doing, so I would lie about some new hobby, not thinking that he’d call me out on it. Piano lessons, singing, art lessons, it didn’t matter. I’d make her learn how to do it well so that the boss would be impressed with her.”
“She…” Louisa wheezes. “She was an extension of us, and neither of us wanted to have her taken away. Mr. Domino’s arrogance knew no bounds. He would have, if it meant that it would hurt us or force us to be better employees for him.”
“I should have known better,” Turbis mutters. “I could have stopped lying, but I wanted to keep him interested in me. I got the best jobs while he was impressed with Nova, and it allowed us to live really well.”
“Mmhmm,” I murmur, swallowing hard as I force myself to ask the more difficult questions.
If I wasn’t me, I’d puke on him, but I am. My stomach is sturdy. Lifting the knife, I listen as Louisa whimpers, and chuckle under my breath.
“When did you begin raping my sister, Turbis?”
“Oh God,” Louisa wails. I wonder if she’s going to deny it as she gnashes her teeth, and I purse my lips. This bitch is crazy if she thinks I’ll believe that.
“Shut up, Louisa," Turbis hisses. “Can I plead the…ah, fuck!”
My knife slices his shirt in half before removing a layer of his skin on his chest and slinging it at Louisa who screams wildly. Who needs comedy films when these two exist?
