The Mystery Of Mother Dearest

Chapter 9: Cigar

Kill Of The Night- Gin Wigmore

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Alyssa's P.O.V.

What would Marley think if she saw me right now?

Hun, you'll get through this.

Don't worry, I got you.

But, is that really what I need? I think I just need the truth. This is insane. Every time I try to act normal, it gets ruined by that dumb son of a bitch!

Right now, I am heading to save my best friend. I have a broken arm. Two messed up wrists. Oh, and a serial killer after me.

Who the fuck will he kill next?

What if he kills Jack?

What if something happens to Alec?

I pull my phone out of my pocket and try to turn it on but it's dead.

"Fuck."

"What's wrong?" Alec asks, not taking his eyes off the road.

"What if something happens to you or Jack? My phone is dead. I can't call the police or anyone else. I can't even defend myself."

"FUCK!" I scream kicking the inside of the car. "WHAT IF HE IS ALREADY DEAD?!"

Tears poured out of my eyes. I don't know why. I don't believe he is dead. Everything that's happened, it's just too much.

I felt a hand on my thigh. It wasn't sexual. It was comfort from a new friend.

I stopped crying and looked ahead. I took a few deep breaths before speaking.

"Turn left at the stop sign," I said calmly.

He said nothing and did as I said. The odd time I could see him steal a glance at me with a worried look on his face. I didn't want pity from anyone. I just wanted to see my best friend alive.

I didn't notice when Alec pulled into the pathway leading to the treehouse. "Alyssa?"

I turned to him and nodded. I slowly opened the car door and got out. I didn't fully close the door because I didn't want to make a sound.

Soon, Alec was beside me and we were walking to the treehouse.

I know in the stories they all say everything happens in slow-motion but, in this moment, hearing Jack's screams from up in the treehouse, I've never had anything happen that fast.

Everything was blurry but I know I tried to reach for the ladder but instead, I was picked up and carried away. I heard yelling and screams of pain and then everything stopped. No more noise except for me struggling and screaming. I stopped. I blinked away the tears and looked around me. Alec was held back by a tall, buff man and a short muscular guy lazily holding a gun at his face. It was the same situation for Jack and I.

"What-what do you want?" I choked out.

"I'm glad you asked, sweetheart," a man walked out of no where looking straight at me when he spoke. "I want you to continue what you started."

The man walked closer and that's when I recognized him from the alley. He put his face right in front of mine and I looked away. His breath smelled of cigars and alcohol.

He grabbed my face so I was looking at him again. "You can't get out of this sweetheart. Don't forget what I said."

He stepped back, put his cigar to his lips and inhaled. He walked closer and blew the smoke in my face. The man then lifted up the cigar.

"How about we set a fire under your ass."

I struggled as they turned me around. The man put his cigar in multiple places all over my ass and my back. I screamed out in pain each time. I was wearing thin pants and a thin shirt. My entire body was in pain.

He pulled my hair and my head jerked back.

"Now for some fun," he whispered in my ear.

The man then started feeling me up, touching me inappropriately. I can't even explain the disgust I felt in that moment. I heard yells coming from both Alec and Jack but the men shut them up quickly.

"HEY!" I heard a yell coming from the woods.

"Aw, sir I was just having a little fun," the man said while continuing to touch me and moving his body against me.

The man in the woods said nothing but, I felt my ass get slapped then I was turned back around and Mr. Cigar had walked away into the woods. I couldn't look at Alec or Jack. I didn't want to see the pity on their face. I didn't need pity. I needed to get away.

Mr. Cigar came back not long after, holding a handgun.

"Alright so......who wants to die?" He said with a huge grin on his face. "Hm? it can't be sweetheart over there. So? Which one of you wants to die?"

"Don't touch them," I mumbled.

"What? Jack? Did you say Jack? Or was its Alec I heard?" He pointed the gun at them when he said their name.

"I SAID DON'T TOUCH THEM!" I screeched.

"Aw, sweetheart is mad," he fake pouted. "You know what? How about you choose who you want to die. I mean I don't want to. That seems like fun! Yeah, let's do that!"

"Stop it!" Alec growled.

Mr. Cigar spun to look at Alec. He made a dismissive motion and the short guy with the gun walked away nonchalantly.

"Do you want to die?" Cigar said innocently while dragging the gun down his jaw.

He started laughing. It started off quiet but, soon became hysterical. We all stared at him. He's insane.

"Oh, Alec I wont kill you. That wont get me anywhere with sweetheart. This will get sweetheart to do what I say," with that he quickly spun around to face Jack and pulled the trigger.

I saw my best friend drop to the ground. Blood poured out of his body. I didn't struggle underneath the grip of the man who was holding me. All I could do was watch as my best friend died. I feel like I was standing there forever. I couldn't look away. I watched as the life was actually being drained out of his body.

After the blood stopped the men picked him up and put him in the treehouse. I watched as they poured gasoline all over the treehouse. The got out and threw in a lighter.

That is when I felt the tears fall. The man let go of me and I dropped to the ground, curled into a ball and bawled my eyes out.