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“Sure is,” I reply. Suddenly, loud footsteps come barreling down the hallway, and I grab my friend and hide in a pile of clothes in the corner of the room. The door swings open, and Donna enters with a plate of food, plopping down on her bed, turning the TV on. Me and Sadie look at one another as Donna shoves different pieces of chocolate down her throat.
“Let’s fuck with her before we hurt the little piglet,” I whisper. Sadie nods, narrowing her eyes at Donna, who begins to choke. I giggle watching her gag so hard her face turns deep red and then a gorgeous shade of purple, while she flails around like a fish out of water. I look at Sadie, whose eyes are almost slits, and I tap her shoulder to get her attention as coughing echoes through the room. “You really don’t know when to stop, huh? No self-control?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
“Nope. I go from 0 to 100 real quick. It’s like I can’t find the brakes once I’m there,” she admits, and I nod.
“We will have to work on that,” I say as we watch Donna take a sip of water, which I flick my wrist, sending the invisible smoke to the bottom of the glass, forcing it to spill on her shirt.
“Fuck, shit. What the fuck is going on tonight?” Donna complains, and I hold back my laugh. Looking over at Sadie, she narrows her eyes again, staring at the screen of the TV, and the channels change rapidly until a scene plays of a million spiders crawling over a girl that looks just like Donna, a web spreading all over her body. Donna screams, smacking herself as if it’sreally happening to her. She flies out of bed and shuts the TV off, stripping off her clothes and climbing back into bed. I tiptoe over and silently climb into the bed, grabbing her face, and as she goes to scream, I blow into her mouth, sending my energy into her, muting her screams. Tears pour down her face as I dribble my acidic saliva onto her lips. Watching them melt away, as bits of her jawbone become visible, causes a smile to spread across my face. Dripping flesh and the smell of it burning sends tingles up my spine.
“Hush now, little piggy. Olive is here to guide you through the night.
No need to scream, no need to fear. I will wipe away your tears with gasoline.” The scent of burning skin permeates the air as she falls limp from the pain.
“Ready to play, Sadie?” I ask and she nods.
This little piggy…
The World Crumbles Beneath Me
Charlee
Warning: On Page Rape
Following behind a woman walking down the block, with her long black hair flowing in the wind, a small card sits in her hand.
“She wants to play games with me? Well, I got something for her ass,” the lady spits as I silently walk and listen to her grumbles. She makes it to the house that looks so familiar as she takes her fist and pounds it against the front door. It whips open as the lady yells.
“You think this shit is funny?”
“What the fuck are you doing here?” the other woman says as I step closer, trying to get a better look. The lady holds up a card, and the other one smiles.
“I see you got my invitation. Is this your RSVP, Savannah?” and I gasp—wait, is that Tatum? Holy shit.
“Ya know, Tate. I never guessed you for a fucking puppet, but to my surprise, you’re nothing but a used-washed up whore who will do anything for money. Fucking sad.” Savannah spits.
“Don’t be salty after all this time, Savi. You have Tripp and I won Jeremy.” She coos, rubbing her belly. “Everything you wanted is now mine. So sad our children can never grow up together since your destroyed body can’t produce what you want most. Such a pity,” Tatum taunts, and Savannah growls.
“Come near my house again and I will fucking kill you. Pregnant or not. Bitch! Your time is limited.” Savannah threatens making Tatum laugh.
“Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, crazy lady. Get off my property before I call the authorities.” Tatum spits and Savannah huffs, tightening her fists and walking away.
Waking up with tears in my eyes, I roll over and sob. I never knew Quinn’s mom was so fucking mean. She hurt that girl on the tracks and didn’t break a sweat doing it. Was that Savannah who she hurt? Are the two women the same, just different ages? I have so many questions, but how am I going to get the answers? I can’t exactly ask Jeremy. What if my mind is playing tricks on me and it's just a dream, not something that happened years ago? My alarm goes off, and I look over at Olive and Sadie.What the fuck? Why are they so filthy? There’s even a leaf in Olive’s hair. It’s almost as if they had played in the dirt all night. Jesus Christ, I really am losing it.
“You’re not, but I’m getting very impatient waiting for you to freaking open your eyes already,” the voice spits.
“Just pay attention, for fuck's sake,” another voice says.
“What the fuck am I paying attention to? Any information you are giving me is in spurts. What am I supposed to understand? Just tell me already.” I yell, throwing my hands in the air.
“Soon, you are almost there.”
“If not, you will be forced. So it’s just better to embrace it already.”
“Ugh, whatever,” I grumble and leave the room to get dressed. Once I’m ready, I go downstairs and see a note sitting on the table.
Charlee,
Come home right after school. Dad and I have something we'd like to discuss with you. Have a great day.
