Page 21 of Nobody Wants Me
The Butcher chuckled.“You’re cute, but no.Victor doesn’t have anything I want.”She cut into a piece of steak and shoved it in her mouth.
Picking up my knife and fork, I started to eat.
“Freya, honey, you’ve got to learn to relax.”
That was easy for her to say.She hadn’t been married off and forced to live with a man who couldn’t stand her guts.I don’t know what was worse at the moment—living here, or living back on my father’s property.At least today I was able to go for a swim without fear.That was nice.
We ate our dinner in silence, and much to my surprise, it didn’t feel awkward.The Butcher excused herself and told me to have a good night.I’m guessing that meant I could go to my room, which I did—after another shower, as I was filthy from helping out in the garden.Although I didn’t do a lot of work, I helped where I could.I blow-dried my hair, climbed into bed, and turned out the light.I didn’t expect sleep to claim me, and yet, in the next minute, I felt someone shake me.At first, I thought I was dreaming, then I realized it was The Butcher.She was in my bedroom.
“Come with me,” she said, whispering.
I had no idea what was going on, and the fact I had just woken up, after the previous night of getting no sleep, I didn’t think I’d be the best of company.All I wanted to do was fall asleep.I felt myself lagging behind, and The Butcher grabbed my arm, dragging me out of my bedroom, and that was when I heard it.
“Fuck!”The Butcher said.“Go back to your room.”
Now I was awake.Someone was in the house.I’m guessing someone who wasn’t supposed to be in the house.I felt my heart start to race, and I rushed back into my bedroom.It was then I realized The Butcher was using one hand, because in the other she held a knife.The blade looked curved and sharp.
Reality hit me.Someone was in the house to kill me?To kill The Butcher?
If she killed people for a living, wasn’t this the opposite of what was supposed to happen?The people she killed were already dead.I tried not to freak out.
Even as my heart raced and I felt I was going to die, I somehow held my composure.I don’t know how I did it.
The Butcher nudged me into the bathroom, and I went without complaint.I was terrified.There was nothing I could do.She followed me into the bathroom, but told me to climb into the bathtub, and then pulled the curtain around me.She did so quietly.Part of me knew I shouldn’t look.Every part of me that was sane knew I shouldn’t look, that I didn’t want to know, but I couldn’t stop myself.I looked around the curtain, just as someone entered the room, and The Butcher didn’t give them time.There was no hesitation.She sliced her blade up across the person’s body, drawing back, and sticking the blade into his neck.
It was over in a matter of minutes, yet it felt like I had been watching for hours.
Chapter Five
Victor
I was pissed off.
My walls were impenetrable, yet one of The Grid fuckers had been able to find a weak spot.I currently had my men checking out all the areas they could have gotten through.One of the security cameras was disabled.It was the only way that piece of shit could have gotten in.
If The Butcher hadn’t been in my house, there was a chance my wife would very much be dead, and it angered me.I was irritated that anyone would even dare try to break through my walls.I was also annoyed that the thought of Freya being killed bothered me.
