Page 56 of Unhinged Kallie

I glanced at the wall, and there were more faces exed out now than those without. He hadn’t added any since Mom died.

“I need your help. This boy used to bully me at school before Mom died. He was at the waterpark and….”

“That’s how you almost died coming down the slide?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Yes.”

Reaching behind his back, he pulled out the largest knife I’d ever seen and spun it in his hand like a small sword.

“Let’s go.” He walked past me, and my mouth fell open.

“But, don’t you want to know more?”

“You’ve done your homework like I taught you?”

“Yes.”

“And you know where he lives?”

“Well, yes, I have a whole package.”

He looked over his shoulder, never breaking stride to the stairs. “Then close the door and get ready to go.”

Jumping into action, I closed the door and ran after him.

* * *

“He’s heavier than he looks,” I said and groaned as I held Chester’s body in place so my dad could finish tying him.

“They always are.” He stepped around the massive tree I’d chosen. “There, all done.”

I stepped back and couldn’t hide my smile. Seeing the fear in Chester’s eyes when he opened them and realized where he was and who had him was a thrill I was anxious to feel.

“You plan on leaving him here?” I nodded and looked up at my dad. “Very theatrical of you. I like it. Now you remember what I told you about…”

“I promise I won’t leave any evidence behind or DNA on his body.”

“Excellent.” My dad put his hand on my shoulder, and my heart swelled with joy. “I’m proud of you, Angel. I’ll be in the car and will keep watch.” He grabbed his bag and reached inside, pulling out a pair of knives in leather holders. He held them out to me.

“What’s this for,” I asked, taking the buttery black leather from his hands.

“Congratulations, Angel. I’ve been waiting for your first kill to give you these. They strap to your legs.” Pulling one from the sheath, I smirked and stared at the perfectly sharp blade.

“Dad…this is…” My throat went dry and closed up as tears trickled from my eyes.

“Your mother would be proud of you.” With a kiss on my head, he turned and walked along the long path back to the car.

“What the….” Chester said, and I turned to face him as he licked his lips and slowly lifted his head. “Shit Stick?” He snorted. “Back for more? Just couldn’t stay away?”

“Something like that.”

I did up the leg straps and pulled one of the knives holding it under his chin, forcing him to look up. Panic filled his eyes when he realized he couldn’t move, and the blade was very real as it cut into his skin. Keeping the point of the knife under the soft part of his jaw, I stepped in closer to my prey.

“Hello, Chester, I told you to listen to your friend and shut up, but instead, you tried to kill me.”

“I…I…I didn’t mean to. It was a joke. I already got banned from the waterpark. They yanked me off the ride.”

“Aww, poor you,” I mocked. “So sad that you won’t be able to scare anyone with your ugly shorts or bully people anymore.” I pressed the tip into Chester’s skin, and a single drop of blood slid down the blade, falling to the ground below. “I used to dream about you, Chester. I used to dream about you exactly like this. Tied up and helpless. I wanted to cut off your body parts one at a time, watching you scream as I swallowed down your pain.” I licked my lips and moaned at the thought.