Chapter 6: Can I do this?
"So where are we going and what exactly are we doing?" Will asked as he started his car up.
I was going after Harper first.
He was the goal…then my dad. "I need you to take me to somebody's house." I said.
I shook my head. "A friend of my dad's. Just get on the freeway and I'll talk you through the rest."
He nodded and turned the car around and headed down the road.
I looked to him.
"I'm coming with you to protect you…don't you think I deserve to know?"
"You just told me I could tell you some day…not today. And I never told you you had to come with me."
"You're young and Danny seems to think little of you so I'm coming with you."
"I made a promise to myself to tell no one."
"I can keep a secret, Kat." He said and then looked over at me.
I kept quiet and looked down at my fingers.
He sighed and grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently. "Kat,"
I looked over into his bluish greenish eyes that had me pinned. "You're very beautiful. And I know you're a good girl. And I know that something really fucked up had to happen in order for you to want to do this. Please tell me what happened." He said calmly and then glanced back at the road.
I sighed and rested my head back against the headrest. "My dad and his best friend…they….." I stopped.
Will pulled the car over and turned it off as he kept his focus on me. "You can tell me." He whispered.
I licked my lips and could feel the overwhelming sadness filling me.
"My dad's best friend…he…raped me." I said.
Will's face contorted and he looked disgusted. "What?"
"And my dad watched." I said.
Will's eyes widened. "WHAT?"
I nodded and sighed softly. "And then…."
"Then what?" He asked.
It was too much. I couldn't say what else. I just shook my head.
He narrowed his eyes. I could see the anger on his face even through the darkness as the day descended.
"Are you sure, Kat?"
I nodded. "I'm sure." I whispered.
"That shouldn't have happened to you, Kat. I'm so sorry." He whispered.
I nodded. "It's okay."
"So we're going to your dad's best friends house?" He asked.
He nodded. "Alright then." He seemed determined now as he started the car back up and I sat back and kept telling him the directions.
As we pulled up in front of Harper's mansion, Will turned the car off.
"Damn, the bastard is rich." Will said as he glared at the house.
"You sure he's here?" Will asked.
I nodded and pulled the handle of the door.
"Wait." Will said.
I looked at him.
"We need a plan. We can't just go in there and go fucking crazy on him."
He was right. That would be sloppy.
But either way, I didn't care. I just wanted him dead.
"Does he live with anyone?" He asked.
"No…he lives alone…I believe. He does have a girl he messes around with but she lives far from here."
"I don't wanna hurt somebody innocent." He said.
I nodded. "Neither do I."
"How many exits are in his house or have you ever been inside?"
"He has two that I know of. The front door and the back door. The back door is always unlocked." I said.
Will raised his eyebrow. "Why?" He asked.
I shrugged. "I don't know he always leaves it unlocked for some reason."
Will looked back at the house. "Are you ready?" He asked.
I nodded. "I'm ready." I said.
Will opened the door and I opened the door too and followed him.
There was a long path ahead that lead to the front door.
"Does his house have cameras or anything of that nature?"
I shook my head and took a deep breath.
He stared at me, his eyes capturing mine. "Kat, Is this something you really want to do or is this something that you think you should want to do?" He asked.
I suddenly didn't know. I buried my head in my hands. "I don't know."
Will pulled me into his arms and rested his chin on top of my head. "If you wanna get out of here, we can do that."
"No…I have to do this."
"You might have a change of heart….think twice about the consequences. How about I take you back to my place, make you something to eat and we talk more about this." He said. He pulled me back at arms length and looked into my eyes.
"Okay." I whispered.
He nodded and led me away from Harper's house.
To think that the man who violated me was a yard away and here I am with a gun in my hand….ready.
And at the last minute, like a dumb ass, I'm having second thoughts.
Will drove me over his house and we walked in.
He flicked on the light and I shut the door and walked in.
"Will you settle for grilled cheese?" He asked.
I nodded and sat on the couch.
I took my shoes off and my hoody and stared down at my fingers trying to understand why I backed down.
So quickly when I was just determined for it a few minutes ago.
A few minutes later, Will brought in my food. And I began eating.
Will sat right next to me and stared at me. "So…"
"I don't know."
His eyebrows raised.
"I wanna do it. So bad. But…I don't think I'd do a good job." I whispered.
I looked to Will and he raised his eyebrow. "Good job?"
I shrugged. "I don't know."
I looked into his eyes. "No one is forcing you to do this. From what you told me, I'd like to kill that fucking bastard myself but…I'm leaving it up to you."
"I couldn't put that responsibility on you." I said.
He shrugged. "I don't mind."
"Killing someone? You don't mind killing someone?" I asked.
He narrowed his eyes. "He didn't mind raping you."
I swallowed hard and bit down on my lip. He was right.
"Be still, Hannah." I forced her hair back. She was annoying the hell outta me with all the crying. It couldn't possibly hurt that badly.
A blonde I picked up from a strip club was laying down on her stomach, crying and begging for mercy.
It was irritating as hell.
But I was almost done, carving my and Tomas's initials in her back, digging into her skin with a knife.
"Please." She cried out.
"Let me just finish the 'H'." I whispered and dug deeper. Her crying turned back to screaming and I looked up as the door opened.
Tomas stepped in the room. "People downstairs are complaining about the noise. Shut her up."
"Make it easy."
I sighed. He was so fucking pushy sometimes. I took my shirt off and shoved it in her mouth, making her choke as I kissed her blonde hair. "Ready for another round?" I asked.
"No!" She screamed out through the shirt.
I laughed. "Then stay fucking still, bitch." I got finished carving the H in her skin and threw the knife across the room.
Her crying still hasn't stopped. I got off of her back and she tried to get up and run but I caught a handful of the pretty blonde hair and pulled her along with me so I can take her into the bathroom.
Tomas just laid on the couch after watching the whole scene.
I forced her to bend over the sink and kept her in place by pinning my hips against her while I opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the rubbing alcohol. Bitch needs to heal.
I opened it and poured it over her bloody scars.
She shrieked and tried to move but I didn't let her.
Instead I just laughed at her desperate, weak attempts to trying to get away.
The alcohol bubbled up on her bloody scars and it didn't bother me to watch her skin sizzle.
"I had a girlfriend like you once. Blonde, stupid, weak, pathetic." I said over her screams. "And you know what that bitch had the nerve to do, little Hannah, she cheated on me. She said I was too abusive and that when she has sex with someone, she doesn't wanna feel like she's being raped." I grabbed Hannah's hair. "Can you believe that?" I whispered in her ear as she stopped fighting.
She just stayed still, sniffing.
"You know what I had to do? I had to hurt her. I just had to. And when I did, it felt so good, I had to hurt more and more women. And now, every now and then I'd find a girl." I tucked her blonde hair behind her ear. "And I'd fuck her hard and share my pain with her."
I laid my head on hers. "And it feels good to know that someone else can feel it beside me."
I was back in the hole. Dirt being shoveled. Sweat forming on my body. My screaming, deafening my own ears. My nails scratching through the wooden lid on the box. "NO!"
I woke up to someone whispering my name and shaking me. I sat up, breathing hard. My cheeks stained with tears.
I looked at Will who had a worried expression on his face. "You had a nightmare."
I nodded and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand.
"Was it about….?"
I nodded. It was sort of about that. He thinks I had a nightmare about the rape. It was the burying thing that got me. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"
He shook his head. "No. I was already woke downstairs, thinking about this situation we're in."
"Oh. I'm still sorry…anyway."
"Want me to stay with you until you fall back asleep?" He asked.
I nodded. "Only if you want."
He smiled. "I want to."
I laid back down and he slipped under the covers and laid down next to me. And I surprisingly didn't shy away from the close contact.
I just shut my eyes and counted every breath that Will breathed before I drifted off to sleep.