Zombie Boy - Kyle Spencer - American Horror Story

Chapter Three

Kyle and I walked into the house both covered in blood and crying. We had interrupted dinner at the house with Zoe, Madison, Queenie, and Nan.

"Kyle! Jamie! Are you okay?" Zoe cried, and everyone ran up to us.

Zoe leaned in to give me a hug and I whispered into her ear, "Kyle killed his mother." She pulled away, a solemn look on her face, and nodded.

"I'm taking them upstairs," Zoe said to the group and everyone speculated to each other what could have happened. Madison barely blinked twice at Kyle.

Zoe had run a hot bath for Kyle and I wiped my face with a hot cloth while she rubbed a soapy sponge over his body. The water turned into a murky brown colour. I wanted to puke again, but I didn't.

"Kyle... I don't care what she did to you, that was bad," Zoe scolded him. She paused for a moment and shook her wrist. "Jamie, can you take over for a bit? I hurt my wrist the other day during a spell."

"But –" I began to protest.

"Please? I know it must be hard, but my wrist is killing me," she said and I sighed, holding out my hand for the sponge. I got on my knees and glared at Kyle as I began to wipe the blood from his face. I thought about drowning him, but he was stronger than me. And that would also be murder. But if he was already dead, would that technically still count?

"Thank you..." I heard him whisper. I stared at him and he leaned forward. I thought he was going to kiss me and I was about to freak out. Instead he just pressed his freshly cleaned forehead against my bloody forehead. I slowly breathed out. I could feel this tingle through my body, I couldn't explain what it was. Something about this felt right. But how could it? It was so fucked up.

Kyle reached further and wrapped his wet arms around by body, pulling me in for a hug. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

I pulled away. "I have to go," I said quietly and left him in there.

Later that night I snuck downstairs in the dark to call my mother. I made sure everyone was sound asleep. Kyle was in bed with Madison, her face nuzzled in his chest.

"Please let me come home," I pleaded over the phone.

"No. I don't want you here," she said flatly. I could hear her drinking something and then she began to cough. I heard her smoke her cigarette.

"You don't know what it's like here," I said, my voice wavering. I tried not to cry.

"Suck it up. Don't be pathetic," she said with no emotion.

"You're so fucking rude," I snapped and threw my phone against the wall of the dining room. The screen shattered and tumbled to the floor and I slid my back down the wall and dug my face into my knees to cry.

And then someone touched my hands. I looked up, it was Kyle. He sat across from me, holding my hands.

"Please don't cry Jamie," he said softly, wiping my tears away. He moved next to me and wrapped his arm around me to pull me into his chest. "I'll keep you safe," he said and pressed his lips to the top of my head. I stopped crying, immediately feeling the comfort of his warm body wrapped around mine.

His shirt was slightly open and I could see some of the thick scars lining his body. I reached over and ran my fingers over it. I looked up at him and he stared into my eyes.

Why was he here with me right now? What did all of this mean?