How It All Ended

Chapter 33

 The woman let out an irritated sigh. "But there's nothing to do up there."

"Cut that shit out. You were supposed to just scare him."

She looked me up and down, "Oh, he's scared all right."

"Stop screwing around!"

"What's the difference? He's about to end up on our dinner table anyway."

Jackson didn't answer her. He glanced at me and then back at Dahlia. "Come on, playtime is over." He tried to grab her by the arm, but Dahlia pulled away.

"No! It's boring as shit up there. Leave me alone!" Dahlia shouted.

"Come on." Jackson grabbed Dahlia. "I need your help up there."

In the struggle, the knife Dahlia had was sent flying over towards the washing machine. Jackson and Dahlia began walking up the stairs, arguing with one another the whole way up the steps. I looked at the bleeding wounds on my arms. They looked bad, but I didn't think they needed stitches.

I noticed that some of the rope had been cut when Jackson startled Dahlia. I began moving my left arm back and forth, trying to get loose. Every time I did, the wound on my forearm would scream in pain. I wanted to shout, but I clenched my teeth and continued trying to get free.

"Come on, you bastard." I thought as the rope started to rip and get loose.

I lifted my arm, and the rope snapped from my wrist. I reached over and pulled the rope from my right arm and then went to work on my ankles. Those wounds on my arm burned, and a little blood seeped out of them. I had to fashion some bandages for myself.

When I was free from the chair, I snatched up Dahlia's knife. Then, I quickly searched the basement for something to use so I could bandage my arms. The blood-soaked towels in the sink were a definite no-go.

The dryer was empty, but there was an old, black t-shirt in the washing machine that wasn't dirty or anything. I went to work with the knife, cutting the shirt into strips and wrapping up my arms the best I could.

Once my arms were bandaged, I looked around the basement for any other kind of weapon, but I didn't find anything.

"Gotta get out of here."

I went right for the basement windows. I found the window that led to the backyard, opened it, and I slithered out of the basement.

The odor from the decaying body parts lying in the backyard hit me right away. I almost puked. I regained my composure and stood up. The sun was almost down, and I had to get moving. It was dark enough outside that I figured Dahlia and Jackon couldn't see me moving around the backyard. The only light was coming from Dahlia's lantern still hanging in the basement.

I hurried up to the garage and tapped on the door, "Amber?" I whispered. I didn't get an answer right away. I knocked again, "Amber?"

"Dom?" Amber whispered from the other side. I was relieved that the cannibals hadn't gotten her yet.

"Yeah. It's me. Are you okay?"

"Yes. A little hungry, but I'm all right. What about Shauna?"

"Oh shit," I sighed. I forgot that Shauna was back in the house with the two psychos. For a second, I thought she was in the garage with Amber.

"She's not out there with you?"

"No."

"Fuck."

I turned around and looked at the house. "Shauna's still in there."

"Oh no."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Amber, I'm going to find Shauna, then I'll get you out of there. I promise."