Author's Note: You've probably already noticed by now. That the chapter songs have titles or lyric meanings with some correlation to the content written.
If ever there was a song that truly sums up what's happening with Nate? Then this is it. It's one that's had a powerful impact on my own life. And I saved it particularly for now.
Do me a favour and have a listen, before or after you read this chapter?
Chrissie Amphlett's (RIP) voice was always distinctive. But never so raw as it was in this song.
https://open.spotify.com/track/5jWzell4lvSaGtjb71AF7g?si=5578bbde5c8c41a5
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NATE
"Stop crying and hush now. We ain't got us long. So you just keep being a good girl and do exactly what I say. Owwww....fucking zip! "
His gaze and free hand left my chest as he bent his head. Began to fumble with his jeans and belt buckle.
'Pretend to be weak, so that he may grow arrogant.'
That simple action, plus his absolute confidence that I'm a shaking and terrified wreck who's now too traumatised to move?
Proves to be his downfall.
Except....I AM terrified. And the memories that flood in are making me gag.
STOP! Don't think, Nate....just do. You have to!!!!
My hands curled into fists and I gave Mitch the big thumbs up....
Straight into his eyes.
All that runs through my mind is that scene from Kill Bill 2. The one where Uma Thurman plucks Daryl Hannah's eyeball from her head....then squishes it between her bare toes.
You know, the make-up artists did a good job of making her feet look really unattractive. And now that I think about it? Her toenails were pretty manky, too. Bet she went out and had a pedicure right aft....
Mitch's shriek of agony brought me back from the absurd place that I'd fled to in my head. To stop thinking about the fact that my digits were doing a little 'One....two....Cha-Cha-Cha' with his corneas.
His palms slapped themselves over two bloody caverns, and Mitch staggered backwards, unseeingly. I yanked the rag from his grasp. And with one hand, shoved it into his gaping mouth before he could scream again.
While my other one pulls itself back into a fisted ball of pure energy. Then jettisons forward with every skerrick of strength I have in me.
The crunching sound when it hit his throat could've been his windpipe crushing....or the bones in my hand breaking.
I flex it in agony.
Nup. Deffo him....I think?
He began making sounds that might've been even more screams. But as his larynx and windpipe were now completely obliterated, they sure didn't come out that way.
When I spun Mitch around and gave him an almighty shove, he went down like a stone. Face solidly smacking the floor. More bones shattered, as I dropped onto my knees in the middle of his back....and pushed out the little bit of air remaining in his lungs.
The tears pouring from my eyes aren't crocodile ones anymore.
It was probably a minute after his final twitch? When I stop focusing on the silk threads surrounding the bare light bulb on the ceiling. Bend over, and throw up beside his head.
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