Chapter 57
Tattooed Heads
Killer - Whitley
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"Are you ready?" He whispers in my ear, leering so close I could feel his breath trickle down my neck.
I nod hesitantly, choking back words. He took one step forward so his back was facing me, then turned to reveal that familiar torso, toned in a blue V-neck. He lifted my chin so my eyes met his Atlantic blue ones. "I've waited for this for so long." His hand now clasped at the back of my head as he leaned in more.
I felt stuck, I couldn't move. I had no control over my body.
His other hand slipped over my shoulder slowly pulling down my jacket. My voice was inaudible, words couldn't escape my lips. My head was clouded and confused, I had no clue how I got into this position. I looked down and saw my jacket already laying on the floor. My shirt was now being tugged up and as I met his gaze again, watching his soft smile turned into a an unnerving smirk. A chilling smirk that brought shivers to the back of my neck and down.
"What's wrong Skye? Have you not wanted this?" Dustin soothly calls. But the sweetness in his voice was ingenuine.
I could just mask some strength and control over my body and shook my head. "No." My voice croaked out.
His smirk grew wider and his grip tightened. "Don't play with me Ms Amazeberries.." His smirk then turned into an eerie smile. "I've wanted this for so long, and now that I have it.. I will never let it go." He pulled me in more and his fake sincerity grew into cruelty. "Never let you go."
I shook my head trying to pull away. "No! let me go!" I breathe heavily pulling harder away but his grip didn't budge once against my thrashes. "You will not have me. I'm with Jace! Please just let me go! I don't want this, I don't want y-"
He lingered against my neck, shutting me up with his other hand covered around my mouth. "Too bad because you'll always be mine." His nails dug into my back and the pain spiked through making me cry out. "Stop! It hurts!" I screamed out only to be muffled in his hand.
"No." His voice deepened, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "If I can't have you...No one can" His hand reached from his back pocket and out came a knife, a knife so reflective from the light that it too had the little sparkle at the end.
Before I could say any more or move, the knife stabbed into my back and the pain shot through me.
I cried out and shot up from my bed breathing heavily with sweat completely drenching my clothes. I slumped over my bed disoriented, completely conflicted and confused. I touched my phone and winced at the light shining in the dark room. 5:56 AM
Was that dream a warning? A potential foreshadowing of my future? No... It couldn't be. Maybe its telling me to investigate more into this so-called Dustin Lavendor. He's not who he says he is. He is too enigmatic, too perfect, too adult to be. He's too precise, too talented, too rich to be where he was. Living alone in a double storey house with an art gift from the gods whilst studying at a mediocre high school, I don't think so.
DING DONG
"hallloooooo? Skye Bear! Honey Bunch! Pumiyummyumpkin!"
I popped up onto my feet and walked out towards the front door.
"SKYEEEEE I NEED YOUR HELP!" Sighing to myself I open the door to find a desperate Dorito face.
"Hi CD-" My face suddenly covered and squished with his chest as he goes in for a tight squeeze. "C-can't b-breathe."
"Ah sorry Skye bear," Chandler loosens his grip and smiles with squinted eyes. "Now, we need to talk and I need help!" He mumbles out whilst shutting the front door and tugging me to my bedroom.
"Mm okaaaaay! I can walk myself ya know," I mutter watching my feet being practically pulled.
I sat down on my bed watching Chandler frantically lock my bedroom door and mumbling endless things under his breath. "Soasyouknowbrooklynandiarekindaallovertheplaceandinweirdpositionsand likeihaveherfacedownthereinannoyanceandyetithinkicouldbeoddlypotentiallyinlovewithherandidontknowhatodoandlikeherfacedownthereisgettinginfectedandthatwasastupidideaandidontknowwhyididthatandisthatmaybeasign?helpidontkno-"
"Chandler... Chandler. Chandler!" I grab a hold of his shoulders and shake him. "Listen! Now take a breath and start again from the beginning with pauses in between words."
Chandler nods eagerly, relaxing his shoulders. "I know! It's better if I just show you!" Chand unbuckles his belt ready to tug down his pants.
"No! wait! No! what are you doing!?" - "It's better if I just show you right?" - "No, what!"
And there it was..
His dorito pictured underwear.
Thankfully he stopped there then groaned in agony."AHHHHH THE INFECTION!" I choked watching his struggle and his hand over his ule li-la. "You okay? Do you uh, need ice or like, some sort of cream? Does Viagra help? Maybe Ryan has some-"
~10 Minutes Later~
"Feeling better?"
"Urghhrnm," Chandler sighs defeated with a pack of frozen peas on his chandler, propped up on my kitchen counter. "Look..."
"Obviously Brooklyn and I are in this weird friendship cycle of hate to, I can temporarily interact with you. And my drunken decision of Brooklyn as my literal d*ckhead was a terrible decision that will forever be a low point. Now, you’re right on your prediction of not having girls lately do enjoy some Chandy time.." I cringed. "But not because of the face and the embarrassment, but more because of me not wanting to."
"And is it genuinely because you don't want to? I haven't heard of days when you weren't not in the mood and its been a while since our talk about your tattoo.
"And it is genuinely is, as weird as it is... and the reason behind it makes everything worse. I think.. I think I may like Brooklyn." We both stiffened and facials changed.
"D-did I just say that?" - "Yes you did." - " Can I take it back?" - "Nope."
"Uh.. well, continuing from that sudden realisation.. It became infected by me seeing if I could self love and-"
"Ew! Okay! No! Stop it!" I closed my eyes and sighed. Oh Chandler, what a pickle you've made. Speaking of food, I haven't seen him eat a single Dorito since- I opened my eyes and saw a good 5 or 6 Doritos hanging from his mouth. "How did you-"
"Your cupboard." He smiles with cheesy bits. "and yes within 3 seconds of you closing your eyes."
I shake my head and chuckle at my obscure friend. "Now Chandler, firstly... when did it start getting infected? I hope you've gone to the hospital or doctors since then.. who knows how bad it will become, treat it now."
"Well, infection? Maybe like.. whilst we camped? And have I gone to a doctor or to the hospital? Haha, no." He smiles widely.
"WHAT!? 3 MONTHS AGO!? And you haven't treated it?"
"Yeah but- "We're going to the hospital right now! Oh man, you love that thing so much but you don't take care of IT." Absolutely disgusting Chandler. Do you not want babies?
I tug his arm and pull him off the counter, shoving him out the front door. "Owwie, owwie, baby chandler hurts!"
"And that's your fault!" I shake my head sliding in his car. "Get into the passenger now, pass me your keys." Chandler groaned passing it over then continued with his owwies.
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I tapped my foot against my chair's leg whilst fumbling my thumbs waiting for Chandler to return from emergency. Its been a good hour since he's entered. While I tapped I could feel a lingering stare at the corner of my eye, boring into me. I turned to find a middle aged nurse leaning against a counter writing on a clipboard, her eyes every now and then glancing over to me. Catching her eye she gave me a small smile and made her way over towards me.
"Hello Skye, how are you?" How does she know my name?
"Ah, you may not remember me. My name is Rachel and I was one of your constant nurses while residing here. Its been a year and a half since, how's your health and head been?" Her voice gentle and nurturing, having taken a seat next to me she remains calm and in waiting.
"Well, I only really remember the incident as of last few months... my head has been clearer but I had a bad turn during the period of me finding out. I..." I turned to her realising I could use this opportunity to find out more, what else may of happened during my coma. "Of the months of me being here, what else happened? Did they say anything about the accident and the person? The proper effects of it and the damage?"
"Other than minor injuries around your body and a broken arm, your head was the most crucial. You had penetrating wounds at the back of your head that sheared and crushed some of your brain tissue which caused a prolonged hospitalization and extensive rehabilitation during and after your coma. Nothing has been said about your accident but the way you were hit was one of a reckless driver or a distracted one, or both."-
"oh but I tell you! Day to day, it was absolutely sweet the devotion your family had on staying by you, especially that young boy. The one with dark brown hair and green eyes, handsome boy he is!" Jace?
"He would stay from day to night beside you, refused to leave your side even if forced. Admirable young boy, oh and how much pain he held. He would even bring fresh cookies here or there, he would sometimes bring me and oh my were they delicious!"
Definitely Jace. I smiled and laughed by the thought. "That's Jace, my best friend."
"Ah, has to be more than friends, the look he gives you is much more. Ah! Also reminds me. There was another boy who'd come almost everyday too. He'd always look through the window or ask around the nurses if any improvements, looked from afar always, another lovely young man. He wasn't with your group of friends though, he'd come solo. Another young man you're attracting? Oh my, he was also top range. Lucky you!" I frowned confused, must be one of the guys.
She could read my expression of confusion and continued on, "Oh he was tan and very deep blue eyes, like the ocean if you ask me." She smiled, "Tall, lean and muscular. You must tell me where you get these boys!" She giggles.
All of those descriptions depict Dustin almost perfectly. Not any of the guys, or family members or family friends, not even classmates. At this point I was beyond confused and muddled.
"I'm not familiar, sorry."
"Maybe I just got mixed up." She smiles and shakes her head slightly. "I'm glad I saw you, I always wondered what happened to you and if you were okay. It's lovely to properly meet you Skye." I returned the smile and gave her a hug.
"Thank you for treating and taking care of me during that period. You were a major help to my recovery and I thank you for that.Rachel gave a small nod and a sweet smile giving me one last small hug before standing up and brushing off her nurse uniform.
"Back to duty, I hope to see you again soon."
I watched Rachel walk away and go about her business with the numerous thoughts in my head. Dustin. It could only be him that she described.
And yet... I hadn't met him till a good year after. Had he already moved in previously than almost 8 months in our town? Or visited a close one during the same peri9od whom was hospitalised? I don't even know...
"Little Ferrell I'm baaaack." Chandler sings happily limping over. "So good news, it can heal and eventually I can continue venturing through m'ladies, bad news, I really need to get it lasered off after months of immense treatment of creams, ointments and nurse massages!"--Well that's two good news, if you get what I mean." Chandler winks.
I choked back my vomit. "M'kay CD, lets go. Now be careful, I hate to accidentally bump you."
"Bump me all you want baby!" I stared at him, eyes unwavered and stern. "J-joking Skye! No hits please!"
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Ah, I miss Chandler. Don't you?
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