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It was finally his time; the whipping boy was long overdue to exorcise his demons.
The destruction was so severe that the audio accompanying the thrashing sounded like Rock was punching a puddle.
The wheels were turning in all their heads, but the one with the dead hamster inside spoke first.
While Rock couldn’t undo the damages inflicted upon the boy, the revelation made him feel better about killing Caroline.
The conditioning that resulted from an endless cycle of abuse was a profound manipulator.
Like a cigarette after sex, Geraldine had fallen in love. And now, that love was all she knew.
CJ was going to live for himself. No more pressure, no more lies, no more judgment, no matter what the cost. The game was over.
In Sadie’s mind, the inanimate figure was responsible for her sister’s death. And as she slammed the knife into the weathered kickball and watched the blade slice through the rubber, she could no longer control her fury.
In life, Isaac and Bobby went together like oil and water, but in death, that wouldn’t matter. As the vicious ocean of scorching fluid destroyed the little that remained of their tissues, the opinions and differences they held in life were suddenly of little consequence. Now they were one and the same; a single, all-encompassing soup of sizzling cells, dissolving ambition, and lost youth.
He wanted attention, but not that way. He wanted to be held, but not that way. He wanted to be loved, but not that way. Geraldine had turned him into the saddest kind of damaged goods. The kind that’s too fucked-up to realize it. When horror isn’t quite horror anymore, it’s just normal. And when awful isn’t quite awful anymore, it’s just life.
“But, I’m—I’m your mother!” she cried. “And I’m a motherfucker,” Rock grumbled.
It was symbolic in a way. The reflective spike suffered the same fate that most everyone who came into contact with Geraldine Borden did.
She now understood that monsters weren’t born, they were created.
“If you didn’t have bad luck, you wouldn’t have any at all,” Rock griped through his runny grin.
