Warnings/Notes: ⚠️+18 only!⚠️ I do not support any of acts of violence in this chapter. This is an extremely violent installment! There are mentions of 🩸& mutalilations… & unaliving. There is also sexism, vulgar language, acts and implied acts.
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Wrapped in a towel you padded back to your room sometime later. You felt more awake, more clear headed than you had been at breakfast.
Going over to your nightstand, you glanced at your phone. No messages from Brett or your cousin. You shrugged. He had mentioned something about forced to do something with his father. The less time you spent around that man, the better. He was awful.
You were not terribly concerned; about Paige, since her and Rickey were now an item. You figured they would want to spend as much time as they could together.
Feeling more at home, you decided it was you time you finally explored more of Eden Lake. Some of those boutiques had caught your eye, now you’d go to them. Maybe you’d find something cute.
******
Happily, you skipped down the stairs, managing to skip the especially loud one.
“Jellybean? Where are you off to?”
Your mom came into the living room with a box under her arm. You rocked on your heels.
“Figured, I’d go and check out some of the shops.” Raising an eyebrow, you pointed to the box she rested on her hip. “What else needs unpacking?” You thought she had finally finished.
She shrugged. “It’s so lovely here. I thought, I do some watercolors.”
You smiled broadly. “Oh! You will have plenty to inspire you.”
“I think so. The sunsets have been amazing.”
******
With a squeeze and a promise of not getting home terribly late, you were on your way. Walking by Brett’s you noticed his father’s van was missing from the driveway. He had mentioned once or twice being dragged on repair jobs, he did around town in between the poker nights and the days in the mine. It’s what his father did, it kept the man out of Brett’s and his mother’s hair. This must have been one of those times, you only hoped he wasn’t being too much of a jerk to Brett.
Continuing on your way you enjoyed the peace of it all. The sun was warm, birds were chirping. You could have sworn, you had seen a woodchuck waddle back into the forest, you mused with a smile. There was barely any of this quiet, where you grew up. It had was nice enough. You missed the closeness to the city but you were really beginning to enjoy it here.
*****
A sharp whistle sliced through the air and gravel crunched. You looked around startled, your heart slamming against your chest. A shabby, rusty pick up truck pulled up very close to where you stood. Heat came off it in waves, the smell of oil assaulted your nose. Despite your discomfort you felt; you pushed it aside and would act like nothing happened. So you rolled your eyes and kept on walking.
A wet laugh came from the truck you assumed. The creaked and groaned; rolling closer to you.
“Not gonna say hello, pretty girl?”
You walked faster. Looking ahead you saw the edge of town. You were almost there.
The engine revved and groaned; dirt small rocks getting kicked up as it cut across your path. A dust cloud came over you. Squinting, you realized he had managed to pull right in front of you. You leapt backwards, when you realized he had not only blocked your path but alot close than you realized. Annoyance and anger boiled in you.
“Aw, comon baby after all I saw you do on the beach…”
Your eyes settled on the man. Your stomach turned sharply. His scratchy, voice faded and was replaced with a wide, wet grin that spread across his greasy face.
“I thought you’d at least say hello; forget that young prick. I can show you a much better time if you climb up in here and straddle my lap; you sweet little thing.” He sneered, sucking on his teeth.
“Fuck off, creep!” You yelled.
You managed, before taking large, fast strides around the truck. Breathless, you did so before getting into town proper. Sweat pearled at your hairline. You dashed into the first store, you spotted. A bell announced you, not caring; you lingered by the entrance to watch as the truck rambled on by.
*******
“It’s on the house sweetheart. The men around here are brutes, all of them.”
The old woman’s warm, withered hand gently patted yours. She passed the brown paper bag with the dress neatly folded inside.
“Oh? Ma’am, I mean Clara, I don’t know what to say.” You smiled with furrowed brows at her kindness.
“Yes, that is Clara girl.” She gave a false stern look. “After dealing with that jerk you deserve a little something. Now, you just go and be safe.”
You had looked over the wide assortment of dresses, lifting and inspecting many different styles and colors. Some accessories clanked and clicked as you tried on some fun bangle bracelets. So many items. It was a polka dotted dress that had caught your eye. You would bring your mom back for her. You were certain she would adore Clara.
With a spring in your step, the bag swishing by your side you decided you would go down to the lake. Enjoy the beauty of it and then maybe check on Brett. You wondered if he knew about his and Rickey’s escapades with the cars got into the papers.
Once there you smiled. It would be nice leaving near such a great spot. Going down, closer to the lake you slipped out of your shoes and placed the huge brown paper bag down on the soft sand.
Hearing a branch snap, you stopped and looked behind you. No one was there. Your heart kept a steady pace. That jerk had been enough for one day.
After, you didn’t see anything for a good moment, you finally waded out to the cool water of the lake. The water made you squeal at first but then you giggled as the water lapped gently at your knees.
Once back at your bag, you drew your knees up and sat there looking out. You refused to think of that jerk. Hopefully, you’d never see him ever again.
You also refused to not think too hard on what happened this weekend. Drinking and pills, were not your thing. Well, to be fair drinking was fun when it tickled your nose. You did wonder if pills were this thing. You would not let your imagination run wild with what did for that old man and his cohorts in the city.
A chill came over you, making you hug yourself a little tighter. Looking, in front of you it dawned on you that it wasn’t a chill. A shadow had fallen over you. You glanced up, expecting a large cloud passing in front of the sun. It wasn’t.
But a scream erupted from you as you immediately turned and twisted, scrambling in the sand to get away from the man hanging over you.
“Hi baby.” He licked his lips. “I Knew you’d come here.” He winked.
“Stay the fuck away from me.” You backed up. You desperately reached onto pockets of shorts. Nothing was there. You saw the surface of your phone glimmer in the sand beside the brown bag.
The man cackled. “Nah, no calling that punk. I’m going to show you what a real man is made of.”
He reached for you. You managed to escape his filthy hands, tumbling back but not falling into the sun.
Turning your feet sunk into the sand as you turned to run. You heard a loud wet, sound followed by a tumble, reminded you on the time a sack of potatoes you had carried for your mom fell to the kitchen floor.
Looking back, you saw as Brett straightened himself after having swung a branch of some kind and the jerk in a heap lying on the ground.
“Brett?”
His eyes were dark, as he looked over at you a sneer curled his lips.
“Hi baby.”
*******
The man wiggled against the tree, but he barely budged, Brett had tied him tightly to it
"She's a young girl." Brett walked up to the man.
Your heart skipped a beat, as you watched him reach into his pocket. you knew what it was. His knife gave sharp metallic click as it was released.
“Yeee are fuckin pervert.” Brett’s squeezed from his mouth. “Spying on her from the bushes.”
A tremble came over the man.
"Cat got your tongue? Or do I?”
As blood trickled from his temple as he looked at Brett spoke to him
“Huh?” The man managed.
“I guess I do.”
Moving quickly, far too fast for you to realize what he was about to do, till you watched as a portion of the man’s tongue fell onto his lap. Blood, poured from the man’s mouth, muffling any scream. He wiggled more violently against the ropes.
Your stomach turned, you swallowed the bile that reached your mouth. The a t itself was sickening but the man had been so awful. Also realizing he had been watching you for quite awhile also made you ill. You were not entirely disturbed by what Brett was doing.
“Brett?” Rickey spoke up, bringing you from your thoughts “I thought we were just going to beat him up.”
Sharply, Brett turned to his friend.
“Just beat him up?”
He drew close to Rickey. Rickey’s shoulders slumped.
Brett’s fingers smudged red, his knife glistening. “He spied on her.” Knife in hand he pointed at you. “On us, and nearly ran her off the road with that piece of shit truck”
The man sputtered behind him.
Brett, immediately returned to him. Not waiting for what Rickey was going to say.
He cackled. Reaching down he picked up the fallen bit of the man’s tongue.
He held it up, smirking. “Were you going to say something?” He tilted his head to one side, the sneer still curling his lips.
“Fuckth you.” The words barely there. But anyone listening, knew what he said.
Brett, threw the bit at him. Kneeling down, he just began stabbing him. The man, eventually still and wilted against the rope restraints.
He stood back and looked at the man. You came up behind Brett, he flinched as you wrapped your arms around his middle. But his body soon relaxed.
“Well, he won’t be bothering me again.” And you pressed a kiss to his lips.
“No one will ever bother you.”
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