Part 5

I had Brams by the balls - literally - as a butcher's knife sparkled rather nicely against the florescent light.

I stared blankly into the levels of trauma catapulting those dream infused pupils. I quickly lost the nerve that I had gained while staring him down; my hand twitched under the metal handle.

The muscle wouldn't budge; shaking, as I rallied another failed attempt to make even an inch of an effort; yet as badly as I wanted to slice him open; to see him gutted by the one he so called loved - I wasn't quite the hunter dad had been; perhaps there was some humanity left in me after all.

I couldn't do it! I felt the flood of a river breaking down a stick laced dam within my chest.

Coward! I cursed within my varied thoughts.

I may not be capable just yet... doesn't mean there isn't someone equally eager to keep a bit psychotic irony running strong.

I withdrew my hands from Brams, as I stood back, ensuring myself that the consequences would be all worth of the humiliation and the severed heart strings, I had few left of. Damn things only worked when they shouldn't be allowed to pull on moral.

The sting still festered and bubbled louder and irreversibly more than what love was capable to drip within the few seconds I stared.

Dannity had been wrong in accusing us for never having a heart in these dire times, though she wasn't entirely wrong in her justly assessment but only this once. We have'ta kill or be killed ourselves.

I smirked at the thought of her, and where she may have gone to. Had that monster been that important to severe ties with all that she knew? I momentarily cursed her name under my breath for having the gall to abandon us. Us... now only me.

I tossed the knife onto the metallic counter with clink and clank.

"Save me an eye or whatever...." I jabbed.

Pushing myself up against Brams, as I planted a gentle lock of a kiss to his equally pillowy lips.

"You were such a great lay..." I teased patting his right cheek. "But... perhaps a little too great for your own good."

As I began walking towards the swinging doors, to leave... an idea suddenly hit me.

I swirled on my heels with a grin to mimic that of some devilish fiend.

"On second thought... play with him for bit, but don't kill him." I suggested, waving my finger to my rather naughty cousin, who if left unsupervised, can lose a bit of control.

"Leave the backdoor open tonight... and remember to invite them in, so that they can easily enter..." I chuckled at the sporadic thought. "...they'll find him." I assured, carrying myself out of the dive and down the street to the car.

The sound of Brams mumbles and grumbles gave little to satiate the ornery vibes I usually carried at a boil, just below the surface my skin. Though, eventually I would come to miss him... I was confident of that; it was nothing that a trick or two couldn't do to plug that hole up of feelings with.

The temperature outside had vastly reduced since we had arrived here, not but roughly an hour ago.

The night sounds of squawking birds, and a few of those old privileged morphing bats homing in on the freshly smells of something tasty filling the air.
My heart thudded with every rhythmic tread my slip-ons took.

I quickened my haste, or more appropriately, my escape.

I had made it unscathed and undetected to the slightly used (thanks to Brams and his tight-wad ways) heather grey Hyundai Kona. I sat down, admiring the wheel (my wheel as of now) and then inspected the scenery around.

It was quiet - too quiet! 

Which meant asses were about to be tossed and were going to hit the fan.

I thought about our random drive here. How easily it was to convince to take meander along the back countryside and to my astonishment, had agreed to let me drive after a bit of nagging and promises to do whatever his imagination could muster up with my derriere.

It was a good scheme; and was quite relieving to me, as this whole plan could've gone drastically different.

But here I am. Staring out into the sunset; watching it as if it had been the first time; perhaps it had been the first time I remembered of not feeling the dread of him coming home and reeking of some flamboyant twinkies cologne.

I huffed in a huge sigh; letting it calmly release.

I turned the key for the engine to start. I shifted the car into reverse, casually backing into an alleyway and in doing so, saw in my rearview mirror a few of those stragglers I had mentioned, shifting and adapting into their evil counter parts, as well as others awakening from their daily slumbers.

I glanced at all the smaller numbers on the console, and ran my eyes over the time: Seven twenty-five p.m.

Just in time.

Twilight is near, and so was the free dinner.