Don't Scream

Chapter 86

It was chilly even to Brandon, and he was wearing a suede jacket. Sarra shivered violently. Her shoulders hunched against the air, her dress torn and crusted with blood. Her wrist were bound at her back, her pantie hose running in shred up her legs, and her bare feet leaving dark smudges of blood on the ground. She looked alarmingly fragile. For a minute he worried she wouldn't last too long. He didn't dare push her too far, to fast. He needed her alert and aware. Feeling.

They were almost there now. The narrow column of light from his flashlight seemed to dissolve within ten feet in the damp underbrush, the inky night closing in on them. A little after one in the morning now and he wished they could of started sooner, but he had no choice but to take time to deal with Abby, then hide the car he had stolen from the gas station attendant.

Sarra dragged silently through the forest. He stripped the tape off her mouth after they got far enough she couldn't be heard no matter how loudly she screamed.

Still she hadn't give him a single sound, even though there was a hole in her shoulder, her feet were cut, and he thought he cracked at least on of her ribs in their scuffle at the gas station. Sarra just gritted her teeth and kept silent, no matter what.

Go ahead, he thought wryly, tough it out a little bit longer. Then the fun would begin. And he had a bag full of blank tapes.

Sarra stumbled and he grabbed her arm. She grunted between her teeth. The sound surprised him, resonating in his crotch.

"Not as strong as you used to be, are you?" He said chuckling. "As I recall, a little blood and a steady pounding between your legs didn't give me much time to listen the first time around. It wasn't a fair encounter, though. I hadn't have a chance to wear you down first. This time I know you are ready."

"Where's Abby?"

"You are a broken record."

She stopped and spoke through chattering teeth. "Let her go, and I swear I will do anything you want. Please just don't hurt my daughter."

Tears gathered in her eyes, and they looked legitimate, not put on because that is was he wanted her to do. He hadn't thought Sarra Jane was capable of genuine emotion.

But it wasn't genuine. He almost forgotten. She was as good as mother.

He sneered at her. " You think you have everyone fooled, but not me. How does it feel to know that when you talked to Mrs Chadborne on the phone it was really me? To know I had lunch with Hanna and that I spoke to your daughter on the phone? How dis you like it when you finally figured out the dolls?" He leaned closer. "You are the real fake. You hurt Christie, you lie about Abby's father, then you plant a bunch of flowers and smile. You are just like mother."

"I n-never  hurt Christie.I never even saw her. You are the one who hurt your baby sister. You killed her."

I didn't hurt Christie! Mother hated the baby, sheriff...

Now son why would you say that?

Because grandpa gave her bad blood. He is the reason Christie is so weak. She has bad blood.

Rage seized in him by the throat and he whirled, kicking Sarra in the belly. She hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. "You claim you never hurt Christie?" he seized. " You are a lying cunt, just like mother. For years she played in grandpa's bed, pretending she hated it. But did she ever do anything to stop it?"

Sarra lay perfectly still, and for a moment Brandon panicked. She lost alot of blood, and here he was, almost loosing control. If he wasn't careful, he would lose her even before he got her going.

Mother started humming.

Shut the Fuck up!

He grabbed Sarra by an arm and yanked her up. "Keep walking."