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“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”
They disappear inside the house, leaving Hansen alone. I wait another minute to make sure Bobby and Doug aren’t coming back, then I put on the mask.
Hansen gets up from his chair and almost falls over. Then he staggers toward the bushes, close to my hiding spot, and unzips his pants. It’s my cue to move.
While he’s pissing, I walk around the bushes and approach him from behind, not bothering to be stealthy. I want him to hear my approach.
Hansen turns his face to the side and says, “I’m not letting you sleep in my room.”
“I don’t want to sleep in your room, you piece of shit,” I say in a low voice so he can’t recognize it.
He turns around, still holding his dick. “Who the fuck are you, creep?”
“What’s the matter, Hansen? It’s me, Santa. I came to deliver your gift.”
I strike faster than Hansen can react and off goes his dick. He screams, but the sound is cut short by the slash to his throat. That’ll kill him in seconds, but I’m far from satisfied. He drops to the ground, clutching his neck and gasping for air. His eyes are round with fear and pain. Not enough of either though.
I drop to my knees next to his body and stab him over and over again, avoiding making other fatal wounds. I want to make him suffer for as long as possible. Before his eyes dim forever, I find his severed dick on the ground and shove it in his mouth.
“Merry Deathmas, motherfucker.”
five
Valerie
Ididn’t sleep much last night, which accounts for me waking up later than usual. I’m usually up before dawn, even on weekends. I’m on the track team, and I have to practice come rain or shine. But I’m taking a day off today. There’s a lot to do, and I need to focus on revenge, or I’ll have too much time to dwell on what happened to me. I refuse to be the victim who blames herself for the actions of others. I never imagined Hansen could be such a monster. He hides his true nature well.
I’ll make sure I’m the last girl he ever hurts.
I have to wear a turtleneck sweater to hide the bruise that mongrel left on my neck. Unfortunately, I can’t hide my busted lip. I’d have more bruises if I’d fought him harder, but I knew I couldn’t stop him and no help would be coming. He took me to his favorite spot, a cabin in the woods behind his parents’ property. I thought it was romantic, but I soon found out he just wanted to make sure no one would hear me scream. I chose to disconnect while he had his fun with me because I knew he’d get more pleasure if I fought him. I doubt any person in that situation would have made that cold decision, but it was easier knowing he’d pay for it sooner rather than later. I can’t wait to watch his face as he dies slowly.
It's already past nine, and everyone in the house is up, including Eric. What’s surreal is that he’s sitting at the dining room table having breakfast with his mother and my father. He rarely eats meals with the family.
Dad glances at me, and I notice a strange gleam in his eyes, almost as if he knows what happened to me. “Good morning, sweetheart. You slept in.”
I turn to Eric. If he opened his big mouth, he’ll be sorry. I could never kill him, but I could give him something that’d make him shit for days.
His eyes meet mine, bluer than ever, sending a frisson of excitement down my spine. His gaze feels different today, more intense, more...hypnotic. I get a funny feeling in my stomach, as if butterflies were fluttering inside me while high on speed. How in the world did I ever think Hansen could be a substitute for Eric?
“Val?” Dad asks again.
I blink fast, turning to him. “Yeah. I was tired.” He flattens his lips and his brows furrow. That’s Dad’s signature look when he’s troubled. “Did something happen?”
“I’m afraid so, honey,” Theresa replies. Always super polished; she looks a bit ragged this morning. Her bleached blonde hair isn’t perfectly styled, and she’s not wearing any makeup, allowing me to see that she isn’t as young as she wants to be.
I pull up a chair and wait for one of them to fill me in. They look like they’re about to tell me someone died. I’d be concerned if there were anyone left in my family besides my father and now Theresa and Eric. But my mother is dead, and so are my grandparents on both sides. I don’t have any uncles or aunts, and any cousins I might have are too many times removed for me to care.
“Okay, what is it?”
Dad lets out a heavy sigh, but it’s Eric who answers, “Hansen is dead.”
I whip my face toward him. “What?”
“Eric, he was your friend. You sound like you don’t care.” Theresa chides him.
“First of all, he wasn’t my friend. And secondly, will beating around the bush make him less dead?” He arches a brow.
I’m spiraling, and black dots appear in my line of vision. Hansen can’t be dead... not yet. I need to be the one to end him. “How did he die?”
