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“You look like shit,” Luther’s voice carried from the kitchen doorway.
“Good evening to you too, fuckhead.”
“I thought the girl would help,” he said, coming to sit across from me at the table.
“She did—she will,” I corrected. “I just got her back.”
“That you did. Now you can quit being so damned depressed and moping around.”
“Ouch, that hurt me right in here.” I patted a hand over my heart.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, turning serious as he broached a touchy subject.
“I don’t know how to talk about it.” My voice went dry. “All I want to do is make people bleed and cause a fuck load of pain. You know her birthday is coming up?”
“Yeah, kiddo, I know. It’s your birthday too.” Luther sighed.
I swallowed thickly, thinking of my sister and how full of life she’d been before everything fell apart.
Everyone knew loss. We’d all been through some shit.
I wouldn’t argue that Romero hadn’t had it worse than me due to the fact he’d been locked up like a fucking animal since the day he was born.
The difference between us was that he thrived in darkness, while I was forced to endure and adapt to it.
He’d never had to perform for a group of pedophile pieces of shit and fuck his twin sister until she came.
I remember cutting her body down from the cherry tree, and then being forced to put her in a trash bag.
They tossed her body in a creek and never looked back.
I was on the receiving end of their perverse games for a solid two years, until two dark-haired boys painted our trailer with their entrails and let me out of my cage.
“Is it sick that Blue reminds me of her?”
“No. I think that’s a good thing. I think she’s a good thing, for you. You didn’t need someone like Calista, that’s for damn sure,” he laughed. “Why don’t we reload the car? The sooner you get your woman home, the better.”
“Yeah,” I puffed up my cheeks and nodded. “That sounds like a good fuckin idea.”
“You can go in. I got the rest,” I told Luther.
“All right. I’ll see you when the sun’s up. You can introduce me to Blue.”
I nodded and bent down to grab my duffel bag. I shoved it in the trunk on the side of a gas can, and slammed the lid shut.
I stood where I was and looked around the property. My instincts had never once let me down, and right then, they were telling me something wasn’t right.
Keeping my guard up, I moved towards the house.
I had just placed my boot on the back porch step when I heard the sound of shattering glass.
I spun around to see the barn catch fire. With all the chemicals and flesh stored inside, the entire rear end was covered in seconds.
The screen door hit the wall and Luther charged out in nothing but a pair of jeans.
“No!” I shouted, trying to catch him as he charged past me, but he was too fast. “It’s a—”
Trap.
