Meat

Chapter 26

I waved goodbye to Anastasia as her and her mom drove off in her Jeep. I shut the door and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath.

What happened was spinning in my head. After a weekend of kisses and.. Other activities.. I asked her what we were, and she told me that she wanted to be my girlfriend. I told her I could make that happen. Then we kissed again and made it official. Then, she left.

I walk up to my room and sit on my bed.

"So," I hear my mom say. Her shadow covered the small rectangle of light coming from the doorway. "Was she your girlfriend?"

I feel my face turn red. "I mean, yeah.."

She sighed. "Well, I like her. Good choice."

She gave me a soft smile and left. I let out a sigh of relief. I'm glad she was accepting of it, even if it was possibly forced.

As I get up to go to the bathroom, I see Q in her room reading a comic on laying on her bed. She's been quite into Aquaman lately, I've noticed. She looks up at me through her glasses and a sad expression crosses her face. She stands up, comes toward me, and shuts the door.

I continue my walk to the bathroom.

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I sit at the table with my sandwich. I'm running pretty low on meat, I'm not sure how I'm going to keep filling up on my stash, I'm going to have to make my next victim big. Muscular big, and tall.

I finish my sandwich and clean up. Mom and Jim left a while ago, Q is in her room and Sissi is in the living room watching Keeping Up With The Kardashian's.

"V-V!" I hear her say as I start walking up the stairs.

"Yeah?"

"Bring me a Coke please."

I go back into the kitchen and get her her coke, and then take it to her.

"Thanks, V." She sniffs. I notice she's been crying.

"What's wrong?" I say, only half caring.

"Nothing," she wipes a tear from her cheek. "Drake and I have been having issues is all."

"I didn't know you were back with him."
I say. Nicki was the only thing keeping her and Drake from getting back together. They weren't together a long time, and I definitely shortened their relationship, but ever since eighth grade, Drake and Sissi were on and off. Always hooking up, always going back and forth. The family knew Drake well, he was almost always around. Nicki was just a distraction for the both of them. Even when Nicki and Drake were together, he came over a few times. There's just something that can't tear them apart.

"Well, we've always been on and off, and we always hook up, but I never thought he would.." She trails off and takes a sip of her coke.

"He would what?"

"He would say what he did..and do what he did..."

"And that is?" I started to feel a pit in my stomach as another tear rolled down her cheek. Maybe I'll have to be what tears them apart.

"We..were together the other night, and we were talking, and drinking. A lot, more than usual. And I said something, what it was I don't remember, and he got pissed, he started telling me that I was a bitch, and that I was nothing to him but..a fuck buddy, and when I went off on him and stood up for myself, he..he..." She started sobbing. "He hit me..."

That was all I needed to hear to make Drake my next victim. He was muscular, too. Just short. Perfect.

"What?"

"I don't know what happened, we were fine but I-I don't know. I left right after that. I haven't checked my phone since because I know he's texting me, apologizing but I just don't know how to feel..."

"Don't text him back. Get him out of your life."

She nodded, wiping tears off her face. "Thanks, V." I nod, turning to head out the front door and onto the sidewalk. Drake didn't live that far from here, a 10 minute drive, 25 minute walk. I didn't have any supplies, so I would have to stop by the drug store before I do anything.

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22 tubs of saran wrap, a hammer, gloves, some duct tape and $37 later I'm almost at Drake's house. I'm struggling to hold everything while I briskly walk to the house. I'm using a path that will lead to his backyard so no one sees me. It's a little neighborhood, with a sort of wooded landscape.

I finally reach his house. I knew where his room was, the back room with a broken window and red curtains. I put my saran wrap down in front of the window and peeped inside. He was sitting on his bed with a bong in hand and headphones on his head. His phone was open to messenger, he was texting 'Cece 💜'. He was the only one allowed to call her Cece, the only nickname close to her real name. He took a hit from the bong and put it down on the floor, and pressed the little call button next to Sissi's name.

I run around to the front. I know his dad is never there, but he has a younger brother, Jamie that mostly stays there, but is back and forth with his mom. I check the front window and it looks like no one is there. I can see Jamie's door is open, and no one is in there. Same with Drake's dad, Tom. It's a small house, and the only door that's closed is Drake's. He's alone.

I go back to Drake's window, hearing him scream.

"Why won't you answer me?" He yells. I see him crawl up to the corner of his bed and into a ball. He grabs a bottle from his nightstand and takes a swig.

I think about how I'm going to do this. He can see both entrances from his position. I might just have to wait for him to go to the bathroom or something.

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20 minutes pass before he finally left the room. I reach through his broken window and open the other panel big enough for me to squeeze through. I get in and look around. I need a base, as I call it. Somewhere where I can stay until I can attack. I see he has a tiny closet in the corner of his room, stuffed with clothes. I hear footsteps, so I jump into his closet and wait for him. He walks in with another bottle. Maybe he ran out of his first bottle.

He puts the new bottle on his nightstand and grabs his phone. He checks it and sees that there's no new notifications. He sighs and sets it back down. He looks up and notices his window is open. "What the fuck?" He grumbles. He reaches over and closes it. Then he sits back on his bed with his phone in one hand and his bottle in the other. I realize that I left my saran wrap outside and if I were to attack him now, I would get blood all over his clothes and walls. I can't let that happen.

Then, I hear something. It's a car in the front honking. Drake gets up and jogs toward the front yard. I hear the screen door slam and hurriedly get my saran wrap from the window, making sure to close it. I trip over all his dirty clothes but I make it out and into the small hallway- if you can even call it that- leading into the living room and dining area.

It's a tiny house with an open floor plan, but it's sufficient. It would be a lot nicer if him and his dad took care of it. When his mom was still in the picture she had it looking all nice. I decide this tiny hallway is where my attack will happen.

I hurridly tape the saran wrap to the walls and floor. The ceiling is low, but I just drape it from one side of the wall to the other. I glance out the front window and see that whoever he's talking to has given him a cigarette and they are sitting in his car, talking. I worry a little less about getting caught, but I'm still in view of the large front window.

I try my best to make myself an outfit out of saran wrap, but it's a struggle. I decide I'll wear one of his hoodies and just wrap my legs and shoes up. I wrap up his door and shut it, making a small wall between his door and the bathroom door. I have my hammer in hand, and I'm ready to attack. All I have to do now is wait.