Heart shaped Skulls

Tempting The Wolf

~Dark but whole, broken yet sane. Hoping one day love will erase all the pain. Simple and complex, also free with violence on my mind. All that triggers my evil within, making it harder to find. A unknown twisted feature replaced the innocent side so bright, yet a abyss so deep in the dark sky. A pretty face beaten bloody.
A scapegoat with scars from razorblades that cut across her skin, I will always remain beautifully broken, outside and within~

Thomas was completely out of it when I began to hook my arms under his sweaty arm pits. I huffed and screamed when I heard the sputtering of Drayton's beat up truck. My throat was like apples from Halloween, stuffed with jagged razors from deranged assholes who get excited from imagining the rusted sharp edges digging into the roof of the child's mouth. It was so rugged when it clawed it's way from my esophagus. It even surprised me. It was similar to a strangled pig, being bled out from a horizontal cut deep in the yellow fat. I dragged Thomas more as I casually bent down to kiss the side of his face muttering soft pleas or comforting words. I yelled again the best I could "DRAYTON!" Crunching of dry grass and worried foot falls came closer to the slightly open barn door. The door was blown by the cool Texas air that could only be imagined as a blessing for it countered the intense heat that overwhelmed us. "What's going on-" Drayton stopped mid sentence as he glanced between Thomas, me, and the two mutilated bodies slowly oozing out blood. Thomas on the other hand was dazed, his head busted open the wound now accumulating small clots. "There's one outside that we got to before they" I motioned with a nod of head before continuing "had ran into here and gave Thomas a good beaten" Drayton looked like he was about to question how I handled two human beings but soon closed his mouth. I sighed a couple more times before Drayton ran over scooping Thomas's legs into his frail arms. Im glad Thomas wasn't truly aware of his surroundings as I continually blushed. Drayton didn't notice, but Thomas's head was cradled perfectly between my firm breasts like mounds of pillows. With much struggle we got to the porch and with a pained huff set him down as gently as we could. He grumbled in what I could barely hear as 'please' before he gripped my clammy hand layered with sweat clenching it with all of his might. "Stay here, me and Drayton are going to get the bodies before the heat gets to them, okay" I held his hand closer to my face before gently kissing his knuckles. He nodded slowly resting his heavy head against the railing as he tracked my movements with his eyes. Just as I said, Drayton and myself went to retrieve the mangled bodies for dinner. "Who did this?" Drayton stood above the humans torn in pieces on the hay covered ground. I looked up from the male that was starting to seize "I killed them" it was so simple to say but at the same time emotionless all mixed together in a terrible cocktail of macabre portions. Drayton and I exchanged a stare for mere moments, his in confused horror and mine so bland you could kill a person with it. He said nothing more than lift the woman intangled in the hay and threw her over his shoulder. It took us a bit but while hauling the half split male to the house on the dirt trail we heard a hum. Drawing near, from the road. Hoyt was only supposed to come home before dinner, it wasn't even close. I ran as fast as I could as I threw the male over my shoulder, blood spilling down my back sending a shiver up my spine. But I stopped, I couldn't help it. My feet haulted, grounded on the first step of the porch. Turn. Jekyll's whisper chilled me, like she was trying to be quiet. Slowly as the hum of an engine came closer I turned, twisting my torso to peer over my shoulder. A dark car, slim and mysterious slammed on its breaks. Dust flying in the air swirling around the mechanical horse. Ice froze my blood, squeezed the warmth from it as a male pried his door open with force. Pale, dark hair greasy that laid just above his shoulders. Icy ocean eyes pierced mine, he was staring intently at me. Not the body in my arms, not the blood that I was drenched in. But my face. The face that swam with horror. Glossed over with fear, we have been caught. My eyes swelled with tears as I pulled myself away to look at Thomas. I was going to loose him. Tears inched down my face making a stream of black dirt. No, I was going to protect what I found dear and I wasn't loosing him to none. Not the meth heads in the barn and not the mysterious man with the car. I gripped the chainsaw at my feet with such strength my knuckles grew white. Stop. Jekyll hissed warning me. I ignored her. Closer I stalked towards him but he didn't move, didn't even turn to grasp the door handle. I switched hands to reach the starter, I yanked it letting the smell of gas envelope me. The hum of the chainsaw whistled in the air but still he didn't move, stood like a statue not even a glisten of emotion swimming in his ocean eyes. Grey. She was quiet, too quiet. I almost didn't hear her. I stopped about six feet away from him letting the buzzing of the saw substitute the scream that were supposed to spill around my ears. He was so familiar, his black hair, those shape of his orbs. My eyes grow big at the realization, "Grey? Is that...you?" I slowly put down the eager chainsaw. Those eyes, he inherited from our mother. She always had orbs of the clearest ocean but so still that the raging water underneath would suck you under. Grey smiled his teeth glittering in the blaring sun "You said to find you, I did didn't I?"

~Come find me, where the stars hide, when the sun shines~