Page 53 of Blood Spilled
I clench my jaw and press the knife tighter against her neck causing her to gasp and the skin to break. A drop of blood lands on her white pearls. “You don't know what I want. It's always been about what you and what everyone else wanted. Not anymore. If you prefer not to be breathing through a hole in your neck, you will take me where I tell you to.”
“Okay. Just know there's a chance he is no longer there. He was supposed to be moved.”
“You better hope he hasn't been then.”
I release the knife from her neck and press the gun into her back. She walks out the back door, toward the trees. For a moment, I think she is sending me on some wild goose chase.That's until we arrive in front of a familiar shed. My heart sinks from the memories of what I’d last found there. It can’t be. That was at our old house which is nowhere near here.
“How?” I ask.
She laughs. “I had it moved just for you, mi amor. I thought it would be sweet to recreate old memories, and what better way to do it then in the same shed it happened in the first time.”
I shove her forward, digging the gun into her back. “Open the fucking doors.”
She pulls out a key from her pocket and moves closer, pressing it into the lock hanging from the door. The slow turn of the key has my body on edge. It's like waiting for a bomb to go off. She yanks the door open and steps out of the way. “It's not too late to change your mind. You can still have everything. We all can.”
“What's the point of having everything if none of it is what I want?”
She sighs loudly. “Just know this is a mistake, one you may not be able to undo.”
“My biggest mistake was never leaving all the times I had a chance to and that can't be undone either, but it sure as hell won't be repeated.”
She stares down at the ground. Before she can look back up at me, I slam the gun to the side of her head multiple times until her body crumples to the ground. I point the gun at her head, but my hands shake so bad, I can't pull the trigger. I may hate the woman for all the pain she caused me, but she is still my mother. You never realize that being a killer sometimes isn't enough.
It's not easy to take out the woman who brought you into the world. I place my foot on her stomach. “Don’t fucking move.”
Blood drips down her face, her eyes flutter closed, and her body goes still. I’m more than sure she’s passed out. I kick her a few times and get no response.
I grab the flashlight from her hand. I open the door further, taking a step into the dark shed, shining the light in front of me. Nothing is there. I circle the whole area and there's no body to be found. All that's left is the bloodstained floor and Angel's necklace with the key still on it, the one to my cuffs. Feeling defeated, I drop to my knees. I'm too late. I'm about to get back on my feet and then a shadow lingers behind me. There's someone else here. “Angel.”
“No, cabrón. More like the devil coming to take you to hell.”
I want to tell him he's too late, but instead I say nothing and stand up. Before I can turn around, a gun is being pressed to my head. “No one can save you now. Not even your precious mother. I always knew you'd be a problem. It’s a good thing I'm really good at solving them. Your mother should have handed you over to me sooner and then she wouldn’t have had to deal with all this. Stupid cunt.”
Suddenly I recognize that deep raspy voice. “Manivela.”
“That's right, pretty boy. Drop the gun.”
It falls to the ground and he kicks it away from me laughing. “Look who's on the wrong side of the gun now. I always wondered what you would look like on your knees and now I get to find out. Pull down your pants and drop to the floor. I want to test out my new merchandise. Gotta make sure it fits just right before I take it home.”
I swallow hard, feeling completely numb and motionless. He presses the gun hard against my head. “I said pull down your fucking pants.”
“No.”
“I like how you actually think you have a choice. I want to see what's so special about you. Why someone like Angelo Castaneda would risk his life so many times.”
I shake my head, not saying anything this time.
“Fine, looks like I'll have to do it myself.” He shoves down my pants until they're falling around my ankles. When his hands rest on my shoulders, he shoves me to the floor.
I scream in agony when my knees hit the wooden floor of the dirty shed. Pressing my head into the metal wall, he unzips his pants. I close my eyes, getting ready to escape to that place I always go, picturing Angel's face this time and remembering when he shoved me against the hallway and kissed me breathlessly.
I wait for the pain to come, I wait for the intrusion of Manivela's cock to breach my entrance, but a yelp comes from behind me instead, along with loud gasps and choking sounds. There’s a loud thud and when I open my eyes, Manivela's neck is sliced in half and his wide, lifeless eyes stare up at me. My heart rate increases, and I don't want to get it wrong this time so instead of yelling out the name I want to say, I stay silent. I stay on the ground not moving, not sure I want to know who stands behind me, not yet.
Then comes a voice that shakes me to my very core. The same voice that had the ability to raise the hair on the back of my neck not only in fear, but also excitement.
“Hey there, little mouse. You can turn around now.”
When I stand up to face him, he shoves my body against the wall of the shed. My back slams hard against the metal. His breathing is heavy, and he smells of blood and sweat.
