Page 31 of Walker

I laugh. “Oh how glad I am to hear you say that.”

I walk straight to him, laughing at every punch or kick he tries to throw at me. He is pathetic.

He throws a punch at my face. I catch his fist in my hand squeezing. “You punch like a fucking bitch,” I mock him, my face in front of his, looking into the eyes that haunted my dreams and my mother’s.

I throw him back into the chair, the chair falling back with him, but he manages to catch himself. Walker duct tapes him to the chair, the other two didn’t even put up a fight.

Walker throws me the key to unlock the tools on the wall for moments like these.

My eyes immediately go to the eye tools that hold your eyes open. I take them off the wall and head straight to Dante. The other two I couldn’t care less about; Dante was the mastermind in all of that.

“Wait, let’s think this shit through. It's been years, Darren.”

Walker snaps, punching him in the mouth. “You do not get to speak his name, say it again and I will cut off your tongue, you stupid bastard,” he growls.

“Like you let my mother think it through when you hurt her over and over?” I tell him. “She pleaded with you to not hurt me or her, but you laughed in her face saying, “bitches, don’t get a say.”

“Bitches don’t get a say, Dante.” I pry his eye open and put the tool in place on both eyes. He tries to blink over and over but the sharp edges of the tool make him scream in pain.

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?” I wiggle my finger in front of his eyes. I spot a bottle of rubbing alcohol on the counter. “This might help,” I tell him and wipe the alcohol under his eyes letting the fumes burn his eyes. “That’s better.” I smack his shoulder and accidently let a little splatter in his eyes. “Sorry about that.”

“Walker, I don’t even care about those fuckers, have fun with them if you want.” I nod to the other two.

Walker looks like I just gave him the greatest gift. “Why don’t you just let them go?” Dante asks me.

“Why, why do you care about them?” I ask.

He looks down at his lap. “Wait a second, Walker,” I tell Walker before he can use the blowtorch on him.

“What were their last names?” I ask Walker about those two.

His voice changes to one of happiness. “Well, we have brothers!” Walker yells and Dante flinches.

I turn the chair around and tie his head back, so he is forced to watch everything. “I bet it sucks to feel helpless, but don’t worry. We won’t rape them like you did my mother, Dante.” I pat his face hard and stand beside him. “Alright Walker, continue.”

I watch his face, every little flinch and scream as he pleads for his brothers’ lives, begging for us to spare them.

Hours later their screams dim and there’s nothing left of them but bones, all their skin has been burnt off.

After hours of letting out all of the pain and suffering I have felt through the years, I can’t stand the thought of Dante being alive a second fucking longer.

I need him dead; I need him to not breathe another fucking breath.

I take a knife off the wall, I grip it in my hand staring at the blade. Dante is watching me with fearful, pleading fucking eyes.

Walker steps behind me when I kneel in front of Dante, tears rolling down his pathetic face.

“I thought about dragging this out for months, but I am so fucking disgusted by you, I can’t stand the thought of you being alive another fucking second. I hope you fucking love hell because I’m sure they are going to love you.” Before he can speak, I press the blade against his neck. Our eyes locked, I watch as the life slowly leaves his eyes as I swipe the knife over and over his neck until he is no fucking more.

I stare at his lifeless body for an unknown amount of time when Walker finally speaks, “I don’t know about you but I’m kind of hungry. Drive-through on the way home?” Walker asks.

I stand up, throwing the knife on the ground covered in his blood. “Fuck yeah and let’s go climb in bed with our woman.”

We shut and lock the door behind us. I feel like I have left a million pounds behind in that room. He is gone, that part of my life finally over. I look at Walker, “Thank you, Walker, I didn’t know how much I needed to do this.”

Walker just fucking nods, but he knows.

He knows.

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