Hello, my Freaky Darlings!
How are you enjoying your weekend? Do anything interesting? Read anything good?
I went on another trail run yesterday and bumped into some beauties along the way.
If you’ve missed any of the previous episodes of The Veil, you can catch up here.
And here is the latest bit for your reading pleasure.
Tears streamed down my face and my body convulsed with sobs.
“He’s gone,” Jack said without any emotion or pity.
“Why?” I managed to ask through the pain.
“There you go asking stupid questions again,” he groaned.
“I need to understand why you wanted Carol to kill him.”
“Carol pulled that trigger all on her own,” he said, not looking at me.
“Liar,” I yelled and staggered to my feet. “Why couldn’t you just let me be happy?”
“With that?” He asked, pointing a disdainful finger at Byron’s dead body.
“Yes.” I hugged myself, trying to keep the shivers rippling through my body under control.
“He was scum,” Jack said and stood up. “You’re in shock. You need to drink something sweet. We’ll discuss that maggot,” he tilted his chin in Byron’s direction, “when you’re calmer and more rational.”
He put a finger on my lips and made a shushing sound when I wanted to protest.
“Come along.” He guided me into the kitchen and put the kettle on again.
“I see Carol’s found my little surprise,” he said with a grin.
“What surprise?” I asked through a clenched jaw.
“Go have a look.” He crossed his arms, gestured with his head towards Carol and the glass patio door.
I could tell from where I stood that something wasn’t right with the view. There should have been a mist covered valley, but all I could see was darkness. I watched as Carol opened the door and slowly made her way out onto the wooden deck.
Jack’s laughter was deep and echoed in the darkness that enveloped the cabin. We were cut off from the rest of the world, trapped in a place of Jack’s creation.
Carol almost jumped out of her skin when she realised that Sarah stood next to her on the deck. She hadn’t heard Sarah come outside. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Sarah held the gun in a loose grip, almost unconsciously.
“Stop looking at the gun,” Sarah said, not looking at her. “It’s not going to help you now.” Then she flung it out into the void.
“Why the hell did you do that?” Carol shouted.
Sarah just looked at her and gave her a slow, sad smile, shook her head, turned away, then walked back inside the cabin.
With a stomach in knots, she followed Sarah, knowing that Jack was waiting for her.
“We’re just short one more, and the party will be complete,” Jack said, with a glass of red wine in his hand and a grin that showed off his sharpened teeth. The look on his face made her want to throw up. Whatever games he had in store, they wouldn’t be much fun, and by the end of them, she would probably be dead. Doomed to be his plaything for eternity, tormented just like Kevin.
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