A Girl Called Lucy

Chapter Eighteen

I spun the wheels down the familiar dirt road and I could feel my heart constricting in my chest. This is where the nightmare began. I stopped the car and got out, blackened buildings lining my view up ahead. I left the backpack in the car and walked towards the abandoned town. The buildings were burnt and there were skeletons on the ground. Some were even turning to dust as I walked by them. I knew where I was going. My feet didn't hesitate. I walked over the broken boards and found a skeleton lying there with a giant hole through the skull, and a small stuffed bear beside it. I knelt down and touched the head, my fingers running over the gaping hole.

“Hey Mom,” I whispered coldly. My anger rose and I picked up a rock and smashed a nearby skeleton. My anger was getting out of control I'll admit, but no one could blame me. I stared down at my mother’s body for a bit more before I pulled out a bag out of my pocket. Breaking off some of my mother's ribs, I placed them in the bag and slipped it back in my pocket. Picking up the bear, I held it close to my chest as I remembered the day she was murdered. I stared blankly at the skeleton again before turning around and walking back to the car. I got in, threw the bear in the backseat and drove off, following the road for another hour. I came up to a large building that had electric, chain-linked fences all around it and I could hear the screams on the inside from here. I slung the backpack over my shoulder and I looked up at the building.

“We had some fun here, didn't we? I'm sure Mr. Satan remembers me.” I walked towards the Rapehouse and opened the front door. I was greeted with the front guards and their machine guns as they made their way over to me. I smirked slightly and pulled a garrote wire out of my left side pocket. As they neared, I dropped my bag, rolled on the ground behind them and caught both of them with the cord around their neck. “Where's the main office?” I snarled in their ear. They couldn't talk because the cord was so tight, but one of them pointed and I smiled to myself. So everything is still in the same place, I thought. I brought my hands together tightly and severed the guard’s heads with the wire. I walked back over and picked up my bag before proceeding down the hallway. I knew what I was going to do. My plan was already thought out and the idea of it sent chills of pleasure tingling down my spine. I came up to the door and I knocked. I heard that wretched voice and I opened the door. I walked to the table in the middle of the room and set the bag on it. I gazed as my Father turned around.

“What can I help you with?” He doesn't recognize me, I thought as I smiled.

“I'm looking to do business here,” I said as I unzipped the pack. “Do you mind if we close the door?”

“Not at all.” I kicked the door shut before turning my gaze into a glare.

“I need you to identify these men.” I pulled out the head of Alexander and Bruce and set them on the table. My Father scooted back quickly as he saw them. He looked at me through narrowed eyes.

“Who are you?”

“That wasn't my question,” I said as I pulled out my new favorite knife. I pretended to observe it as he stared at the heads.

“Their names are Alexander and Bruce. I did business with them a long time ago.”

“Oh I know,” I said as I looked back up at him. “I was just making sure your memory hadn't faded. Good, looks like you remember.” I flipped the table, the backpack, heads and everything on it flew to the floor. I pointed the knife at him. “Long time, no see...Dad.” My Fathers eyes widened as he stood up, his knees shaking.

“Kylie?” He whispered. He seemed in total shock. “How did...?”

“Want me to explain?” I asked venomously. “Alright and I'll be sure to use small words so your intelligence level can keep up. My name isn't Kylie; it is Lucy. You were the man who killed his own wife. The man, who tortured, raped and abused his daughter. The man, who sold his daughter to another rapist without a second thought and didn't give one fuck after that.” I walked around the room before returning my gaze to him. “Keeping up?”