The Death of Jacob Track (Book One of the 33X Series)

Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

November 5, 2014

"How is Trevor doing?" Larry asked.

"Oh, not good. Not good at all. He was worried that Nick....well that it was all his fault. He couldn't get out of bed today. He's just sick with worry." Zacchya replied somberly.

"Oh that is a shame. It's up to the family whether to do an autopsy or not. But under the circumstances, I would think probably not. I'm afraid Trevor might have to do some real prison time."

"Oh, Uncle Larry!" Zacchya frowned, tears forming in her blue eyes.

"I know, it will be rough on all of us. But I just can't see a positive outcome, dear. Manslaughter as the very least..."

"But Trevor wouldn't! Oh, God..." She sobbed over her plate of food, tears landing on her biscuits.

Larry reached over and touched her hand. "I know, sweetie. Drink some tea. You came here for a good time, not sobbing!"

"I know. I'm sorry Uncle. I've been having such a hard time lately!" She squeezed his hand.

"Well after supper we can play some games and talk, if you want. Get you feeling better and put a smile back on that pretty face." Larry smiled.

"Smiling would be very welcome at this time." She replied and sipped on her cup of green tea.

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When Zacchya woke up, she had no idea where she was, yet she had a feeling she'd been there before. She was strapped down to a chair with an IV in her right arm. If her mind hadn't been so groggy, she would have surely been panicking. She tried to focus her blurry eyes, but wasn't having any luck.

"Oh, good! You're awake! That sedative had you out for over an hour!" Larry walked toward her smiling.

"Larry?"

"Yes, I called your mom and told her we were busy watching a movie." Larry paced in front of her, the smile left his face. "You know I hate lying to your mom." He leaned close to her, his green eyes blazing.

"I ...don't...understand." She gulped. Her stomach was swirling with nausea.

"Oh, I swear! I hate this damned part! I drugged you. I am going to re-direct your thought process." Larry replied angrily. "You always forget! It is the point, but I fucking hate repeating myself!"

"What?" The confusion in her mind was trying to clear but hadn't yet. She was scared and confused, but the déjà vu she felt wouldn't leave. How many times had she been here?

Larry was still pacing in front of her, clenching his fists. "Before I record this, I want to say again the one thing I don't mind repeating: I fucking hate you!"

"Uncle? Why!?" Zacchya gasped.

"You're a piece of trash and a burden on my sister. I would kill you, but it's too bloody obvious. And...I like to play with my food." Larry leaned his face close to her, barely an inch away from her, licking his lips.

Zacchya suppressed a gag. Fear was creeping up on her faster than a bullet. She didn't move, partly from being tied down, but she could sense the evil in him. An evil she'd never seen before. Fear overtook her, froze her whole body.

Larry reached his hands over her neck, squeezing lightly. A small laugh escaped from his mouth, his sticky breath right over her mouth. He forcefully stuck his tongue in her mouth, deep.