The Art of Mending Memories

The Art of Mending Memories 34

The Art of Mending Memories

Chapter 34

He throws me to the ground.  My head hits a sharp rock and my vision turns black.  My whole body burns from what he does to me.

“Mommy!” I cry again into the night.  I know it doesn’t help.  It hadn’t helped through the first half of this night.

He laughs at me. “Mommy can’t do anything,” he whispers cruelly.

He picks me up by my hair.  I scream, but he only laughs.  More tears pour down my already soaked cheeks and sting against the numerous cuts covering my face.  I feel liquid dripping off my chin but am unable to tell if it is tears or blood.

He shakes my head for good measure and I cry out again, attempting to lift my two broken arms.  The limbs scream in protest as they ascend.  He hits them both and they fall down again, my screams reverberating through the night.

“Want to try that again, girly?” He asks me, putting hit face near mine.

I don’t like his face.  His eyes are black and beady, and his hair is wiry, leaving his head in a massive knot of greasy brown.  His teeth are scary and sharp as he bares them at me.  He has a thick scar on his face, through his forehead and over his left eye down to his jaw line.  This was not the nice man Jared introduced me to.  I think he’s an evil twin.  Jared’s daddy is really nice. He gave me candy.  And his scar isn’t as scary.

“Why are you hurting me?” I ask between my tears. “Where’s mommy and daddy?  Where’s Linda?  And Jared?”

The man yells at me, a loud solid sound from his throat.  He jerks me up.  I cry out in pain.  I feel five sharp stabs in my stomach through the ripped shirt I wore.  Five more holes to add to my collection of cuts all over my body.  He pulls what I know are his fingernails out of my body, the skin and blood pouring to the ground.  This time my screams don’t make him laugh.

“Don’t ever say my son’s name, you worthless whore!” He growls at me.  I cry harder, not knowing what he calls me and wondering why he told me that.  He isn’t Jared’s father.  He can’t be.  Jared’s daddy is nice.

He throws me against the ground and looks at his red hand.  He lifts his dripping hand to his mouth, liking the liquid off.  I watch in horror as his mouth turns red with my blood.

Another man walks into the forest clearing.  I wonder how long he has been standing there.  He has black hair that sticks out at odd ends.  He is naked too, with red blood covering his body.  I know he’s a werewolf too, because he has sharp nails and teeth.  Jared said that sometimes happen.  I could also see the faint red outline of his glowing body.  It makes me feel sick, and I know if I hadn’t thrown up already, I would be.

“Ah! Richard!” The Jared’s father’s evil twin greets. “Come to join in the fun?”

He licks his lips and gazes at me. “Damn bitch’s parents are about to die.  Wanna watch?”

The evil twin growls and laughs. “Get this whore off the ground,” he says. “I want her to watch too.”

I try to scramble away as he walks towards me, but my broken and burning body refuses to move. He grabs my arm, his sharp claws digging into my bruised flesh.  I cry out and scream for my mother again.

The black haired man ignores my cries and lifts me up. “Soon,” he growls in my ear, “you won’t have a mommy and daddy to cry to.  They’ll be dead.  And after what they just went through, they’ll be happy for it.  So happy, they’ll beg for death.”  He chuckles in my ear. “And then, you’ll know exactly why they begged for death.  Because the same thing’s going to happen to you too.”