Her Revenge (Cancelled Only 8 Chapters Written)

Chapter 5. Goner

   Three weeks went by and Emily ended up dating Roger. She was forced into a sick, and psychotic relationship without any consent. She was covered in bruises and bumps from Roger hitting and abusing her. Oliver had returned to school but Roger would not let Emily talk to him. He completely destroyed her life and ability to do anything she wanted.
   That evening after Roger walked Emily home by grabbing her by the waist, she secretly made a phone call to Oliver asking him to come over. Roger watched her from his window and saw Oliver enter her home. He was furious, but he waited to see what was happening.
   "Oliver, could you please come over, it's urgent." Emily said to Oliver over the phone.
   "Yeah uh, when do ya want me?" Oliver asked.
   "Right now, please."
   "Alright, but I can only stay over for about 30 minutes."
   "Thank you so much."
   She hung up the phone and fell back onto her bed, she let out a sigh. Oliver grabbed his phone and a sketchbook full of doodles he's drawn with Emily. He grabbed his string bag and threw his belongings inside. He hopped onto his bike and rode to Emily's house, peddling as fast as he could.
   *Ding Dong* Oliver rang the doorbell.
   "Hello Oliver! Come in Emily is in her room." said Emily's mother with a smile.
   "Thank you." Oliver replied as he ran upstairs to Emily's room.
   Oliver knocked on the door of Emily's room but the door was ajar so he walked in. She ran to Oliver and hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face.
   "Em, why are you crying?" Oliver asked worriedly.
   "Roger has been abusing me and he forced me to date him, I'm so scared and there's nothing I can do. If I report him, he'll surely get revenge on me and get me put in the hospital." Emily started to ball her eyes out
  "Oh no... Emily I'm so sorry. I HATE HIM SO MUCH I WANT HIM DEAD!".
   "There's nothing we can do..."
   "I hope things get better and Roger gets over you, but if not, I'll be here to cheer you up alright?"
   "Thank you." she hugged him.
   Oliver started to play with her springy hair and she let out a giggle. The spent the next 15 minutes doodling then Oliver had to return home. After Oliver had gone, Emily let out a sigh of relief, unaware of what was coming to her.
    It was Friday December 9th. Emily was excited because the 16th was her birthday and it was only a week away. As soon as she got out of bed and put on her slippers, her phone started to ring. She picked up the phone to hear Roger's spine chilling voice.
   "Hello love, I have to ask something  of you."
   "H-hello R-R-Roger, what do y-you need?" She gulped.
   "I want you to go on a date with me tonight."
   "I'm not sure, I think my parents are taking me to dinner tonight..."
   "Perfect! You can tell your parents you have a test to study for on Monday and we can have our date!"
   "But-
   "Put on an attractive outfit I'll be satisfied with and I'll be at your house around 8pm. See ya princess!"
   Emily hung up the phone and started to cry. She ran into the shower which had been fixed and tried to calm herself. She fixed herself up, grabbed some Pop-Tarts, and headed out the door to the bus stop. She didn't walk with Oliver, if she did she could get hurt.
   While Emily had went to school, Roger stayed home and made "plans"... He packed up a bag to bring to Emily's house for the "date". He packed Roses, candles, rope, a crowbar, a hacksaw, and some gloves. Nothing you'd ever think to bring on a date...
   When Emily got home, she told her parents she had to study for the "test" on Monday. Her parents bought it and left the house for the night. Emily went upstairs and threw on her shoulderless white sweater, a short black skirt, grey knee-high socks, a flower crown, and her purple and white converse sneakers. She put on some thick eyeliner, a bit of blush, and her favorite lavender perfume.
   Roger put on his high school jacket and took his bag out of his closet. He slicked back his hair with a comb and headed across the street.
   Emily rushed to the door and brushed herself off to look presentable for Roger, she almost started to cry but she didn't want to make Roger upset. Exactly when the clock turned 8, the doorbell rang and there was Roger. Emily opened the door quickly with a forced smile.
   "Hello Roger, you look very nice!"
   "Thanks, you don't look so bad yourself love" he said as he put his hand on her cheek and kissed her on the lips.
   The two went upstairs and into Emily's room. Roger closed the door, closed the blinds, dimmed the lights, and lit the candles.
   "Alright Emily, what now?" Roger asked with a smirk.
   "I'm not to sure, I have a couple board games in the closet we can choose from if you're interested." Emily replied.
   "Ok, sure. Watch ya' got?"
   She went to the closet and pulled out 3 game boxes from off of the top shelf.
   "Well, I have Sorry!, Ouija, and Monopoly. Does anything grab your attention?"
   "Ouija. Perfect." he said with a creepy grin.
   "Ok... the game kind of scares me and this board is very old. It was made in 1891."
   "DANG! Let's start!"
   They both placed their fingers on the planchette and circled the board twice for each player.
   "As friends we gather, hearts are true, spirits near, we call to you." They both said.
   "If there is a presence in the room please show us a sign." said Emily.
   "Here, I think I have something to help." Roger added.
   He dug into his bag and took out the crowbar. He took the crowbar and hit Emily in the head. The blow caused her to go unconscious. He took his rope and tied her wrists to the bed posts. He then put on his gloves and he was ready to begin. He took the hacksaw out of his bag and carved a heart shape into her chest and forced the planchette into the marking. The pain snapped her back into consciousness and she started to cry and scream. He slapped her in the face with made her cry and scream more.
   "Keep making noise and I'll slice up your arm until the skin is gone!" Roger yelled angrily.
   Emily couldn't help herself and continued to cry and scream. Roger took the saw and started hacking at her shoulder.
   "Hehe.. guess that's why they call it a hacksaw." HAHAHAHAHAHA!
   "Wh-why are you doing this! What did I ever do!" She cried, her cheeks wet and eyes full of tears."
   "You cheated on me you hellish crow! With that gross vermin Oliver!" He gashed the right side of her face with the hacksaw.
   "I swear I didn't cheat! I haven't seen Oliver in weeks!" She cried even more than she had been. She squinted her eye, trying to avoid the blood dripping down her face.
   "You're lying! I saw him come over yesterday!" He took the crowbar and ripped out her right eye with a furious look on his face.
   "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She cried and cried. She tried to scream for help but her voice was to weak from crying.
   "It's to late to apologize now. I won't let you live."
   Roger took the hacksaw and ripped Emily's right arm to shreds. Her bones were showing and Emily almost blacked out from all of the pain and blood loss. He rubbed the wax from one of the candles onto the right side of her face and lit it on fire with the extra matches he saved in his pocket. He blew out the fire and started cutting into the 3rd degree burns. Emily again tried to scream, but she was to weak.
   "P-please... s-stop..." Emily pleaded.
   "You've been so loud and annoying during this process, you ruined some of my fun. Because of that, I have to cut your life short. I was going to let you suffer a little longer, but I'm starting to get bored. Say goodbye.
   Roger removed the planchette from the carving in Emily's chest.
   "You're a goner now."
    He started to cut even deeper. Emily let out a quiet scream. Her cheeks no longer held the rosy red glow that would shine so beautifully when she smiled. That part of her was gone.
   He cut all the way until he reached her heart. Emily's eyes were struggling to stay open. Her life was one move from being over. All the things she planned for her future were now thrown out of the window. There was no longer a plan for her, it's all over.
   Roger cut her heart out of her body and Emily's eyes widened. Her once ocean blue eyes, lost color and turned a faded gray. Her body turned cold and lost it's color. Her muscles loosened and her body was still. She was dead, gone, lifeless...
   He cut the planchette in half and cut her heart into pieces. He placed the pieces inside of the planchette and placed the planchette into the heart shaped hole where Emily's real heart had once beat in her chest. He placed the skin in her chest where it belongs and he untied her from the bed posts.
   He smiled sadisticly at the still and bloody corpse that lay on the wooden floor. He grabbed the large suitcase from Emily's closet and stuffed her inside. He put her underneath the floorboards and sealed them back up. He put the blood splattered Ouija board back in the box and cleaned up the rest of his bloody mess. He washed his things and returned home.
   Roger finished his misery business in an extremely brutal way. He slept amazingly knowing he tortured the one he loved and hated the most. Emily is finally gone...
                      Or is she?...