Page 28 of Monster
Vincent
Four months ago
It’s fucking time.
After months of planning this shit, it’s finallythefucking night.
I squeeze the butt of my cigarette between my thumb and index finger as I take a long drag before pinching the cherry off of it and placing the butt in the ashtray—can’t leave my DNA lying around, especially right now.
I take a deep breath as I look over to my left to the piece of shit house Essa grew up in. All of the lights are on, like they probably always are—fucking tweakers. Ever since I took Essa, I haven’t heard a fucking peep from Ben and Sierra—AKA dumb and dumber. They must have found a new dealer they can fuck over, not that I give a shit. And honestly, they have been the last thing on my mind until now.
It stopped being about the money a long fucking time ago.
But now, as I’m sitting outside of their house, thinking about what I’m about to do, I feel my blood sing with adrenaline.
This feels too fucking good—I missed it.
But this one is different. This kill is one hundred percent personal—eerily similar to my first kill.
This is for my baby doll.
She deserves this even after what she did to me because I know Ben and Sierra were part of the reason why she left.
I pull the hood of my sweatshirt over my head before I push open the door to the red Pontiac Grand Am and shut it quietly behind me. I needed a car totally different from mine, and one that would blend right into the other cars in the neighborhood. Leo found me the perfect one. And what’s even better is Ben and Sierra always have a bunch of riff raff coming in and out of their house, so it’s nothing out of the ordinary.
Everything is set up perfectly.
I rasp my knuckles on the front door and I hear that bitch yelling at Ben to see “who the fuck is here”. Ben yanks the door open, ready to say something, but the second his bugged out eyes land on me, his words die on his lips.
“Uhh.” I take a sweeping look at him and wrinkle my nose in disgust. His clothes are stained, his hair is so fucking greasy, it appears wet, and his putrid smell wafts in my nose. My stomach clenches with the need to vomit. I feel disgusting merely looking at him.
“You going to move so I can come in, or are you too fucking dumb?” He stutters and rapidly blinks his eyes but moves aside and lets me in before shutting the door behind me. I inhale through my mouth after holding my breath for too long and nearly gag from the rancid smell swarming the room. Like rotten garbage and BO. I hold my breath again and roll my eyes as I crack my neck.
Hopefully I can get through this without passing out from holding my fucking breath. I can’t believe Essa had to live in this fucking filth—though now it is so much fucking worse than the last time I was here, probably meaning Essa tried her best to keep it as clean as she could.
I shift my gaze to Ben who is now sitting beside Sierra on the couch. They are both fidgeting, their bodies practically bouncing on the couch. My eyes survey the room and I see pipes, baggies, lighters, and straws are strewn about haphazardly on a table in front of them. When I bring my gaze back up, I watch, amused, as they both physically pale, their fear evident on their gaunt faces.
“You know why I’m here?” I ask. Before I kill them, Iwantthem to know why. I want them to feel petrified.
“Where’s Essa? We haven’t seen her in so long…” Ben decides he wants to pretend to give a shit, apparently. My fists impulsively ball at my sides the second Essa’s name leaves his mouth. I have to force myself to relax—to stay in control.
“Do you honestly feel like you have a right to ask about her?” I keep my tone even and indifference on my face even though all I feel is complete, soul consuming fucking rage at her name even coming out of his disgusting mouth.
“Well, she’smydaughter.” I lunge forward and grip his throat in my hand and shove him against the wall.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I ask, malice clear in my tone.
“I—I…”
“That’s what I fucking thought,” I snarl as I throw his scraggly ass back on the couch. Sierra gasps and her eyes widen even further. Ben wraps her in his arms as if he would actually fucking protect her, but the truth is, he’d sell his own fucking wife for a fat baggie.
I scoff and clasp my hands behind my back as I walk around the room. The smell only seems to worsen the longer I’m in here and as much as I want to draw this out and make this as painful and bloody as possible, I might have to speed things up a bit because this smell is making me fucking nauseous and I feel like the stench is already starting to linger on my clothes.
“I asked if you know why I’m here. If I were you, I’d fucking answer me.”
“We—we don’t know,” Sierra snaps at me, and I slowly turn my head towards her and when my eyes meet hers, I watch as she swallows and sinks down further into their disgusting couch. I step forward until I’m right in front of her and I lean down until I’m almost in her face. A face covered in scabs and filth.
“Wrong tone, bitch.” I swing my arm out and when my fist connects with her temple, she flops backwards, her entire body going slack.
