Revenge is Justice: A Creepypasta O.C.

Chapter3).

Dante pulled into his garage revving his motorcycle before parking it and turning it off. He took the key from the ignition and slipped it inside his front left pants pocket for the time being. As he walked into the house with the box of teabags in his hand, he noticed first off that his mom, Caroline was awake and that she and Sage were deep in conversation. "But I don't see why it's so hard to just start mowing lawns in the summer, rake leaves in the fall, garden in the spring, and plow snow in the winter." Caroline lectured Sage. "At least until you found a job in town." Dante passed by the threshold between the living room and the kitchen and caught Sage and Caroline's eye as he was putting the teabags up. Sage called to him even after he was out of sight. But Dante had the slight idea that striking this new conversation with him was only to escape the one that was already in session. "Hey, I see you're back with the tea. Need me to make a gallon?" Dante placed the box on top of the fridge and then hung his keys back on their place on the hook. He heard what his brother had asked but his mind wasn't calling back, it was something else. Something unlike him. "I'm not the one thirsty now am I? If you feel the need then go right ahead bro. Ain't my call." Dante paused. His words had came out a little more harsh then he thought they'd sound. He wasn't irritated, or upset. But he was now starting to feel a deep guilt for what he'd said. He stood there silent. He didn't have any idea what he could say to take it back. It's not like he said anything bad. But Dante knew all too well that it's not what you say, it's the way you say it. He was still, because he expected the worst to happen. But to his own avail everything seemed okay, no one was freaking out about what he said other than him. Sage stepped into the kitchen beside him and took the teabags off the fridge and glanced at Dante before saying, "Go sit with mom and I'll get us all a drink. If I can remember how to do this." Sage ended the sentence in a smile, indicating that his statement was a joke. So as quickly as Dante tensed up, he was at ease. He did as Sage has told him to and sauntered into the living room to sit by his mother. Caroline was facing the television in which she had just turned on. Dante could see that her dark hair was slightly touched with bed head. She was flipping through the channels as Dante slouched in the spot on the couch besides her. But it was seconds until Dante lie back and rested his head in his mother's lap and kicked his shoes up on the arm of the couch. Dante was a mommies boy and he took much pride in it. She, after all, was all Dante had as a parent. And Caroline didn't mind that Dante acted in this manner. She took her hand and ran her fingers through her son's hair but never looked down; still flipping through the channels. But when she finally did look down at her son her natural motherly eyes gleamed. Dante never doubted that his mother loves him. He never got mad, and never raged fits when he couldn't get his way. Well, generally that was because he usually did get his way. He was her baby. Caroline looked back up at the television and flipped past three channels before she stopped. A blonde female stood in front of the chain link fence that surrounded the Brickyards. "Breaking news. Today in Burnt Chimney, North Carolina the body of a young woman identified as Katie Martin was found in a ditch downtown." Dante sat up at the mention of his old babysitters name. "The young woman is missing ligaments such as her ears and the middle, index, and pinky finger on her right hand. The cause of death is unknown since there are no fatal wounds but stay tuned for further information." Dante stood at the television. Even after the news broadcast went off. His mouth was agape and his eyes were burning with the threat of tears. He could not believe that the person that he had known since he was four was now dead. The last time he had seen her he was 12 and was just learning to cook. She could teach well even though she had to teach herself as well. He loved Katie like a big sister. And now she was gone.