Dead Phones Shouldn't Reply

Chapter 9 // Abomination

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Chapter 9
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"Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym."
― Stephen King
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The scenery whipped passed me, as Dominic and I sprinted towards my neighborhood. All I could concentrate on was my breathing. I was in extremely poor running shape, and it was extremely hard to stay caught up with Dominic.

"Dominic!" I wheezed out. He didn't even spare me a glance and kept running. I felt a cramp begin to form on my side, causing me to groan in pain. Dominic must of finally noticed my struggling moans, and stopped quickly.

"Julia, you don't get it, your family's in trouble. They aren't safe at your house!" He yelled, causing my eyebrows to furrow.

"What are you talking about?" I snapped out, my breathing speeding. He shook his head and gave me an annoyed look.

"Look, Jules, you need to trust me." His step formed into a quick jog, as I suffered to keep up. My house was at least twenty minutes away from that area on foot. The fact that he hadn't called me Julia, but Jules, didn't register until a moment after I started falling further behind him.

I couldn't stop running. If Dominic had said my family was in danger, I wouldn't doubt him. A small part of me wanted to doubt him as we rounded another corner. I wanted to believe Kara, Dad and Jamie were ok, but something inside me just knew.

That part of me knew I was too late.

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The lady woke up, with a muffled groan. Her vision was blurred, and her limbs ached desperately. She knew where she was, and that she wasn't safe. She shrieked in pain as a sharp object injected into her arm. Sweat dribbled off her forehead as she cried.

She wanted desperately to move away from the sharp knife in her arm, but she knew better than to inch anywhere. The entire room was covered in things much more dangerous than a putty knife in the wall.

Like the sleeping bloodhound chained to the wall across from her with blood dripping from its teeth.

Luckily, it wasn't her blood.

This time.

"I'm going to kill your husband. He's going to go insane the way I torture him," a deep voice croaked, laughing as the sentence finished. The lady could feel drops of water fall from her eyes, and it killed her to know that a man as evil as this, was going to murder her family.

One, by, one.

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The house was deadly silent; from the outside anyways. My heart was pounding, and not just from the crazy amount of running I had just done. My heart was also beating through fear. Dominic had taken hold of my arm, and was dragging me towards the door.

He hesitated and looked at me before we reached the top step.

He reached for the doorknob, but I smacked his hand away. He looked at me with a panicked look, and I glared at him. "What's going on," I demanded.

"We aren't too late, we're fine, everything's ok, he didn't make it, we did, he--" I slapped my hand over his mouth to stop his mindless blabbing, and shushed him as I put my ear to the door. There was a faint.. Crying sound, and I instantly panicked.

"Dominic, someone's crying in there," I stuttered out, my knees trembing. He pushed my hand away from his mouth, and pushed the door open.

Jamie was curled into a ball, bawling her eyes out at the bottom of the stairs. My first instink was to run over to her and hug her-- that's exactly what I did.

"Jamie! Oh, Jamie," I cried, imbracing her. "What happened? Why are you crying?" I asked, squeezing her tightly. She hugged me back and screamed.

"J-Jila! Mo--" She started.

"Julia! You need to get over here now!" Dominic screamed, inturrupting her. I wanted to slap him for screaming at me like that, but then I realized that it was probably important, because he hadn't followed me over to Jamie when we walked in.

Lifting the sobbing Jamie in my arms, I raced over to the living room, where Dominic was calling me from. I went numb. Dominic took out his phone and dialed what I assumed was 911, but I couldn't tell for sure. My hearing had completely left me. After he hung up, he took Jamie into his arms, and I raced towards the back door, opening it.

Hunching over the grass, I hurled, crying and shaking like never before. The awful taste of predigested food, stayed in my mouth, and wouldn't go away. There was no way I could go back in that house, ever again.

The living room was covered in red, dripping blood, or to be more descriptive, Kara's blood. She was empaled in the side of her ribs, and her head had been cut clear off. My head pounded as I continued to cry on the side of the deck..

I couldn't breath. Everything was becoming dizzy and black. I coughed and coughed until yellow bile erupted from my stomach. That was it, my bones shook unconditionally, and I fell backwards as everything went black.

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Gasping for air, my eyes shot open and I sat up straight. My brain slurred as I took in the surroundings around me, calming slightly as I realized it was a hospital room. I was in a hospital room.

Why was I in a hospital room?

There was an IV in my arm, and I looked at it in disgust. Blood was disgusting. Blood. Like the blood from the living room. The memories suddenly began splurging back into the front of my mind, causing me to sob and cough again.

Kara was actually dead? My step-mom was actually dead.

"No!" I screeched. Kara couldn't be dead. She wasn't, I had spent the last couple years of my life living with her.. No, I still was living with her, because she wasn't dead.

I took in a deep breath, but couldn't stop crying. The door to the room opened, and in walked, what I assumed was a doctor. She gave me a pitied look, and I tried my best to compose myself.

"Julia?" She asked. I nodded, sniffing,and wiping my eyes. "How are you feeling?"

How was I feeling? I was doing bloody amazing, obviously doctor. "I'm ok," I muttered. She nodded and looked down at her clipboard.

"There's a boy outside for you, Jamie was having severe blackouts, and is in our children's section of the hospital. If you need anything else, be sure to ask one of the nurses for me." I smiled lightly and nodded at her.

She walked out the door, and I instantly began crying again. The door was pushed open again, and Dominic sprinted in, with puffy red eyes.

"Julia," he whispered, rushing to my side, and embracing me into a hug. All I did was cry and cough into his chest. His hold tightend on me as he rubbed my back lightly.

After a moment of silence, I pulled away with him and shivered. He was a lot warmer that I thought.

"Julia, I-I need to show you this letter that was in K-Kara's hand.." He stuttered, unfolding a crinkled piece of paper from his jacket pocket. There was a tiny splotch of blood in the corner of the paper, and I moaned in disgust.

He showed me the words, and I read it slowly. Biting my lip.

"I visited your home this morning after you'd left. I tried to play husband. I tried to taste the life of a simple man. It didn't work out, so I took a souvenir... her pretty head."

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Sorry this is kinda short, I hope it wasn't boring, I don't really have anything else to say, so happy Saturday!

Oh! I posted a new story called, Diving Head First, if you want to check it out.