The Daisy mae Games

chapter six

When I was seven years old, I went to a beach with my father. It wasn't an ocean, just a lake with colorful houses spread along the outskirts of the water. I had just learned how to swim in my little aboveground pool, so my dad decided to take me out for a day.

I remember the feeling of dipping my toes in the lake water for the first time. I was ecstatic. It was cold and the sand was creamy as well as scratchy as it ran between my hands.

I hadn't walked far into the water before my father yelled, "Addy! There's a tide on your way! Come back to shore!"

I didn't listen at all. I went farther. Then in the heat of the moment the tide crashed over me, pulling my little body with all its might under it. I struggled for what seemed like hours.
Than I woke up in my father's arms. I spat out water and I looked him in his musty blue eyes.

I was so scared of death after that experience. I never wanted to die.

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Bree was a very beautiful person. Who even looked beautiful when murdering. I was trying to focus on her wrinkles. The lines on her face that told a story. She had a laugh that lingers around your ear.

Bridgett was also glamorous. With her sparkly silver Satan dress, and her pale beige lips. She had more wrinkles and worry lines, a deeper story that needed to be read with focus. She looked like a worn out version of Bree.

We all shook silently in our chairs as Mary and George sat back down, not dead yet. The butler threw Kaitlyn out the window. We all gasped loudly. "What the hell!" Jayda yells. Their butker is Stoic. Everyone shakes harder, knowing we will be thrown out a window tonight, whether we'd like to or not.

"Next," Bree smiles, "We will play a game. One is called Russian roulette."

Bree walks over to her weapon shelf and grabs a pistol. She holds it up to her temple, then pulls the trigger. I close my eyes, then open them to see Bree standing there alive laughing. "It's not loaded, idiots." She grabs a bullet from the table and clicks it in the gun. Then she spins the ammo holder around so she doesn't know where the bullet went.

She placed her hand in the fedora and pulled out a longer piece of paper. She smiles and says, "Adaline June." Jayda gasps, and scout
start hyperventilating. The room starts spinning as I get up. I walk up to the front of the dining room, Bree hands me the gun. It's warm in my palms. I run my finger along my stitches, knowing this might be the end for me. Everybody stares, praying for the random girl who looks like she shouldn't be here.

Bree smiles. I can't help but shudder at the smile. It's cold and misleading, I should've known from the start.
My brain whirls as I hold a gun up to my temple, sweat runs down my jawline. The room is hot and they all stare at me. I chew my gum that now is flavorless, but is the only thing keeping me from losing it. The trigger is sweaty as I try to convince myself to pull it.

"Mrs. June, you have 20 seconds to pull that trigger, or we'll do it for you." Bree says. Her red lips frowned as I shook.

"Just fuckin' pull it." One of the guys speaks. He is the only one that is kind of cute. He wears old money clothes that fit him perfectly.

"I'm trying." He groans.
"Counting down might work."
He says.

"Three," he begins. I wince before the two. "Two." And all of a sudden he smiles and says, "three" and I pull the trigger. 

Jayda runs up to the front of the room and smacks the gun out of my hand. The bullet shooting through her dark hand. Blood squirts on my face, she goes into shock as well as everyone there. Bree stutters, not knowing what to do.

"Oh, Jayda, Jayda, Jayda." Bridgett says. Her words soft. She grabs a knife off the weapon shelf.

"No!" I scream. Jayda stays put, her feet not going anywhere. Bree holds me back, her bony hand cupping my face. "No!" I try to scream. It's muffled and its worthless.

Bridgett mutters, "I'm sorry." And stabs her in the stomach. Jaydas hand drains blood. Her stomach and colorful dress stain with an immeasurably amount of blood, her mouth enough fills up with bloody vomit and she falls forward onto Bridgett.

"Ew!" Yells Bridgett. Throwing jaydas on the ground. Bridgett is now covered in red, her pale skin finally has some color.

Tears soak Brees hands as they drip slowly out of my musty blue eyes. "No." I say in a defeated tone.

"Get her out until hide n' seek." Says Bridgett. Bree let's go of me, handing me over to their fancy butler. "Dungeon." Says Bree in his ear. He nods and pulls me out of the room, unlocking the door.

"Mrs. June. I am Tom." He says. Holding my arm, pulling me in a fast pace.

I don't say anything. I just look at the ground crying silently. "Mrs June!" He yells.

I look up, he stops us.

"I am Tom. I am going to help you escape." His words flood my body.

"What?" I say quietly. He shakes his head and places my hand in his.

"Are you an idiot!" He groans, "follow me."

I follow him into a dark corridor, one with lanterns all along the walls. He Huff's and walks me into a room with four cages.

"The middle cage has an escape tunnel. You can leave." His words fill me up.

"Why are you helping me?" I ask. He frowns.

"You know my son. Knew, sorry." He sighs loudly.

"Pardon?" I say.

"You know Bree. That's my wife." He says.

I growl at him and push him to the ground. "You monster. You let her do this to helpless people!" He shys away.

"You don't understand. She was pregnant with our son. She gave him away to adoption services, I left her after that. She called me twenty years ago, when he was nine, and asked if I wanted to participate in the daisy Mae games. I said yes, and I've been helping her ever since."

"So?" I say angrily. He gets up and dusts his pants off.

"So-" before he can answer, someone hits him with a shovel.

Bridgett stands behind him. "Get in the cage." She says. She shoves me in there harshly.

She locks it and goes to walk off, but I stop her by saying, "why didn't you kill me." She turns around and points a flashlight in my face.

"Your, special. Just like me when I was younger." She smiles slightly. Then
She walks off with her heels click lacking with her.

I'm special, just like her, I knew Brees son. What the fuck.

I fall down on the pavement of the cage, scraping my knee. My mouth is dry. I wish I had water. I wish Sam was here. I wish to leave.