Dirty Deeds (Part 2 of 'No Good Deed'

Uncle Kevin.

*Cia's POV*

I wish I could die. Days have passed now, and I've not eaten or drank. I've not showered. Fortunately, I can no longer piss myself, because I'm too dehydrated to do much. I believe I'd collapse if not for the chair holding me up. Charles has came by to bond and play with his baby girl, but has yet to offer food to me. I'm not even sure if I'd eat if he did. It almost ignites a spark of joy in my heart once more, just to know that I can die on my own and take away their pleasure of killing me. That alone keeps me going, keeps me warm.

The dark has messed with my mind. I live in fear of all sounds and the thought of the door opening. I keep replaying the gunshot and thinking about the now dead latino beauty. An Arabic girl and a blonde were killed here days ago too, and right infront of me. They pushed my chair feet from the scene as I screamed and wailed until I fainted. I couldn't save them. I couldn't stop it from happening.

In the corners of my mind the shadows move and threaten me. Yelling out to me their disgust at my failures. I tried so hard to explain to them that I couldn't do anything, but they won't leave me alone. I claim my eyes tightly, just as I did when they died and I scream out over their voices to drown them out. I feel things crawling on my skin and pinching my body, but I can't fend them off.

My mental state is dwindling, it's hard to recall certain things now, and I'm so scared I will forget what my babies look like. I have tried to wean myself away from the thought of Holden or Daddy H coming for me now. Even if they did, they will no longer want me. I'm certain I'm disfigured and disgusting now. I wouldn't be shocked if Holden has moved on, just like he did last time when Claire and Richard had me. I was a fool to think there was ever an us. It was Stockholm. He stayed out of pity and not wanting me to roll or get child support, I just know it. He hurt me before too. They always do. Can I even trust him if I go home? Or Daddy? They could have changed by now. They like pretty women, not those like me. The door cracks and I don't care enough to even look up, I'm too defeated by my last thoughts.

"Sissy. Sissy. It's me. Do you want food?" I refuse to look at him. I'm not your sister you incest piece of shit. "Sissy please. Water? A bath?" I still don't look at him. For all I know, he isn't real.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO DO?" He bellows. "I've said I'm sorry. I'm trying to help. Tell me what to do?"

"D-die..." My voice is barely audible, even for me, but I know he got the message.

"You want me to die? You...you called me bubby. I let you live. I was going to kill you. We bonded, and now you want me to die?"

"D-does it hurt...y-your feelings?" I sneer. "Go...to Hell...find Claire. Tell her...to suck my dick." I barely get it out, but I try to raise my voice. His face falls, as if he's heartbroken and he leaves.

I argue with the dead girls and I try to close my eyes to the sights and shadows that plague me in the dark. My throat is even worse now, having wasted what moisture and voice I had to antagonize Levi. I almost regret choosing pride over water. I have no idea how much time passes before the door opens again, but it feels like eternity. I bob my head up to spy, but my head throbs with quick movement and I'm dizzy.

"K-Kevin?" I barely squeeze out.

"Yes Acacia. It's me. Uncle Kevin." He shits the door behind him gently and walks towards me. "Oh dear God." He whispers as he runs a cellphone light over me. "Listen, your man and his dad contacted some of us. I came here to help you, but under the guise that I'm here to help shoot a 'movie'. You have to act like you don't know me. I'm so sorry I can't just take you home right now."

"It's...it's okay. T-thank you for..." I try to clear my throat. "Helping me. I understand." He leans in to hug me and I feel him tremble a bit. "I love you." I whisper.