Emergence ~ Split

Chapter Four

Patricia marched into the kitchen, his shoulders on edge, ready for an attack. He gripped the corner of the bench and let his weight balance on his flat palms. He dropped his head between his shoulders and sighed deeply.

He knew time was running thin, faith was dividing within himself in believe of what is right for Kevin.

He pushed off the bench and carefully traced a hand over his eyes to clear his mind. After a moment he opened his eyes, and stared at the blank walls that consistently surrounded him. He was about to step back before his eyes fell on a flattened piece of paper sitting near the sink.

Curiously Patricia lifted it closer to have a look, revealing a few numbers that were scribbled down in a hurry. Barry's, he knew. With a frustrated grunt he crushed the paper and threw it into the sink before impetuously turning the tap on, watching with cold satisfaction as it disintegrated.

Patricia knew he was acting on impulse, stuck in a blind rage. So when he felt the precise consultation from Orwell nagging at the back of his head, he let it take control.

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Casey nervously fiddled with her outfit, thinking of ways to make it less intimidating for Patricia. But gave up as she heard the dreaded bolt slide out of place.

A man walked in, different from the rest. His eyes lowered to the ground as he stuttered towards her, his head titled almost as if it was too heavy to carry by himself.

"There's a problem." He stated, dropping himself down on her bed as he fiddled with his hands in is lap. Casey awkwardly stood next to him. "It's taking to long, and there is a confliction between us. Therefore we must take progressive measures to ensure that the beast will have the pure." He cleared his throat, his eyes moving to hers as he critically analysed her without showing any interest beyond that of research.

"Dennis?" Casey asked. She noted how the man's eyebrows quipped in confusion before realisation hit him.

"No." He said sternly. "I'm Orwell. What is you're relation with Dennis?" He questioned, folding his ankle over his leg, staring at her.

"The same as it is with you?" She asked, feeling like she was back to square one as she stared into unfamiliar eyes.

"Clearly not. Patricia has lost faith in Dennis. Believes he has let his own selfish desires rest before Kevin's vital needs." Orwell explained, he sighed "It's taking to long to find the purity the beast needs for Kevin, so were going to provoke it within a stressful situation."

Casey stepped back from him, feeling a tightness of nausea in her chest. "It is of pressing concern that we do what is best for Kevin, sit tight. Once of us will be around, most likely. Perhaps not." He gave her a faint smile before standing quickly making his way outside her room.

Stopping briefly to as he noticed the peeling timber door frame of her bathroom. Casey swallows nervously, "Hm." He mumbled before continuing to leave.

Casey quickly moved to flatten the edge sticking out, her hand catching splinters before she shuffled her sleeve further down her arm to push the board back in.

Casey understood the effect she had on Dennis, she was drawing out his desires hoping it would lead her closer to the surface or at least allow her to become trusted enough help him. His insanity was clear, his loneliness even more so. She wondered about the other girls, thinking about Claire's shirt. She could easily imagine the blonde whoring herself out.

With a thump she banged her head against the timber frame. She was a hypocrite, she was whoring herself for Dennis to release her. But the thought of Claire with him, made her stomach tighten in anger.