He’ll bleed out slowly. Which is just how I like it.
This is my favorite part.
“Au-dr-ey … wh-wh-why?” The words are quiet and garbled. He can’t shout or yell for help because of the blood flooding his throat and his lungs.
“Audrey isn’t here at the moment.”
He hears it. The difference in our voices. I see it in his confused and fearful eyes.
And I am enjoying every single second of this.
It’s what I live for.
Of course, I live for Audrey too.
But this … the killing … this is for me.
“How about I tell you a little story?”
I take a few steps backward and rest my ass on the arm of the sofa. Jack’s gun in one hand, my knife in my other.
“Once upon a time, there was a little girl called Audrey, and she had a brother called Cole. Their father was a mean, cruel bastard who used to beat on his wife and kids. Cole would protect Audrey as best he could because that’s what older brothers do—they protect their younger sibling.
“One day, when Audrey was four and Cole was eight, their dad was in a particularly bad mood. A terrible mood in fact. Their mother was in the kitchen, cooking dinner. Cole and Audrey were in the back closet that led into the kitchen. When they had to be in the house, they would play in there to stay out of the way of their father.
“They heard arguing begin in the kitchen and then the sounds of their father hitting their mother. Cole told Audrey to cover her ears. That it would all be fine. But it wasn’t fine. Not that day. The sound that came from their mother … was unnatural. Cole knew something bad was happening. He looked through the slats in the door, and he could see blood. Blood running across the floor. He told Audrey to stay there, and he walked into the kitchen. Cole saw his mother’s body on the floor, surrounded by blood. He screamed. So, his father made Cole stop screaming. Then, their father took the knife to his own throat and slit it wide open.
“Audrey always did what Cole told her to, and she didn’t leave that closet. She stayed there for three days until a worried neighbor called the police because she hadn’t seen the family for a few days and there was a bad smell coming from the house.
“Audrey had no other family. So, she was placed with a good Christian family. Dorothy and Patrick Irwin went on to adopt her. Only Patrick and Dorothy weren’t good people. Patrick liked to rape little girls, and Dorothy turned a blind eye, allowing him to.
“What Cole hadn’t realized was that Audrey had seen her family slaughtered that day. Cole told her to cover her ears in that moment in the closet but not to close her eyes. His one mistake. And through the slats in that door, she saw everything. And then she had been left all alone … to live with those monsters.
“Audrey cried for Cole every single night after that bastard made her do things no child ever should. Begged for him to come back and save her. So, that’s what I did. I came back and protected her, like I always had tried to. Only I wouldn’t fail her ever again. So, every night, when that sick fuck she had to now call father would come into her bedroom to take what he wanted from her, Audrey would simply fall asleep, and I would take her place.”
“Do-n’t un-der-stand.” Blood spatters down from his mouth and onto his pants.
It’s like artwork.
My beautifully made canvas.
“You wouldn’t.” I shake my head at him, feeling irritated. “I am Audrey. And she is me.” I point at my chest.
“Wh-ere … Au-dr-ey?”
“She’s resting at the moment. At times, Audrey sees me as if I were standing in front of her. And other times … like now, she sleeps, and it’s just me. She has no idea that we coexist in the same body. And she doesn’t need to. It works better for both of us that way. I had to take over because she’d found my things.” I gesture with the knife to the other items on the windowsill. “And I knew that Audrey would try to do the right thing. Because that’s Audrey. She’s a good person.”
“Mur-ders … you.”
“Yes. All me.” I smile. “The murders in Chicago that your brother is sitting pretty in prison for right now. And I know what you’re thinking … Why him?” I shrug. “He was an easy target. He had a stupid crush on Audrey, and she had no clue he existed. But I did though. I knew. I know everything. And the police investigating the murders were getting suspicious. They were starting to ask Audrey too many questions. It had been my error to link them to her in the first place. So, I had to take the direction away from Audrey and me. And you have to know, cutting her that night, terrorizing her, it wasn’t something I wanted to do, but I had no choice. I had to sell the idea that it was Tobias. It was the only way.
“I’d killed her adoptive parents as well.” While I’m here, I might as well give him full disclosure. Not like he’s going to be able to tell anyone, and I’m enjoying my little story time.
“Although I didn’t get to have as much fun with them as I wanted. But I did get the most pleasure from killing those two. And I know you’re probably thinking, Why didn’t you kill them years ago? And the answer is, I didn’t know I could.” I shrug. “Wasn’t sure I was capable of it. But turns out, I am, and I’m damn fucking good at it.
“You see, when Audrey left for college, I figured it was over with that sicko. But when she graduated, she didn’t have a
