The Strange Good Girl

Chapter Sixteen: Mother

The rain had stopped and the clouds parted just enough to see the setting sun. Jason was only a few feet behind the girl as they walked through the forest making their way to the lake.

When Jason had finished slowly dismembering the bad girl Lisa threw the pieces of her into her car and drove it several miles down the road crashing it into a tree.

Jason was eyeing the girl closely making sure she didn't start wandering in the wrong direction or into one of his traps. The two walked in silence. The girl would occasionally look back at him.

She hadn't said much to him after she crashed the bad girl's car. He wondered if she was mad at him, but she seemed rather happy as she watched him torture the slut. There was a bear trap he'd set up ahead and he watched the girl closely as she headed right for it.

He quickly caught up with her and grabbed her hard by the shoulder stopping her from moving any further. "Ow! What are you doing?" Her one eye glared up at him as he pulled her back behind him. He picked up a nearby rock and threw it into the middle of his hidden bear trap causing it to snap shut making the brush he used to hide it jump up.

"Holy shit! ... Did you put that there?" He nodded then reset the trap and threw more brush over it. She eyed him for a moment. "How about you lead the way now." The girl grabbed him by the hand and intertwined her fingers with his. He paused and looked down at their hands together, and the girl smiled at him. "Let's go. It's getting dark." She tugged on his hand and he obeyed.

She smiled to herself as the old cabins came into view through the trees. Thinking about all the things she had done with him so far she realized that she really did like Jason. They didn't have anything near a normal relationship, if you could even call it that. But she needed him, and she could tell he needed her too.

They finally broke through the trees and the girl let go of his hand. He watched her make her way to the lake and slowly followed behind her. She sat on the edge of the dock with her feet hanging out over the water and laid on her back looking up at him.

She looked so small laying down a few feet from him. She patted the spot next to her. "Come sit with me." He obeyed and looked nervously out at the lake. The wood groaned beneath his weight. What were they doing here anyways?

Sitting up she gave him a strange look. She wasn't quite sure what to do now that they were finally there. "So what do you wanna do?" He stared at her for a moment and stood heading back toward the cabins. She stared after him for a moment then got to her feet and followed him.

He checked over his shoulder to make sure she was following him. When she caught up with him he led her through the cabin with his hands on her shoulders. He really didn't like that she was wearing so many layers of clothes. Releasing her shoulders he moved one hand to the back of her neck. She instantly tensed up and looked up at him, but to his surprise she didn't say anything.

She could smell candle wax and a faint hint of decay as he stopped her in front of a door releasing the back of her neck. There was light peeking through the holes in the door that were obviously from Jason's machete. He slowly opened the door before her and nudged her forward.

Her eye scanned over all the white melted candles and stopped at the hole in the wall. She wondered what the hairy mass was in the hole but was too afraid to reach out and grab it afraid of what it could be. Jason reached past her and picked it up and held it out to her. It was a rotted human head.

She gasped as she realized whose head it was. It was his Mother's and he had transformed this little bathroom into a shrine for her. The police reports said that they had never found her head, now she knew where it was. She didn't want to offend him or make him upset so she accepted the head and held it facing her.