One Tiny Secret - By Adam Kunz Page 0,96
techno hobby of hers. Unfortunately, that’s when her usefulness ended, and she couldn’t quite cut it anymore. So, we had to do what we had to do.”
“You’re a liar! Janice wouldn’t have ever helped you do this.”
“Of course she would. Think about it, Dani. Just like the rest of us, you fucked her over royally. Not only were you a reason her mom homeschooled her, but you also drew all the attention of the one and only guy she ever liked—Kevin. It seems like you have a habit of being the little whore. She had a grudge against you, my friend, and once her mom drove her to the breaking point, she was all too eager and willing to fuck you over.”
“You won’t get away with this,” I spit out through clenched teeth.
“Oh, Dani. Dani, Dani, Dani. You’re such a naïve, stupid bitch, aren’t you? I will get away with this. You see, Kevin will take the fall for everything. Just like he was supposed to. Of course, he didn’t know that,” she answers with a sneer.
I see my dad stir. He’s lying on the bed and appears to be coming to.
“Oh, goodie. Pops is waking up,” Phoebe says, leaping onto his back. He cries out in pain behind taped lips as she grinds her knees into his spine. Jumping back off the bed, she kneels in front of me and smirks. Holding up the scythe and the gun she drew from my father’s holster, she says, “So, which one do you want for dear old Dad? The slow painful death of the blade, or the quick, possibly painless end by the gun?”
I don’t answer her. Instead, I rear back and spit in her face.
“Scythe it is,” she declares while wiping away the saliva dripping down her face.
Raising the blade into the air, she swipes it across my right leg. Excruciating pain surges through my thigh. Tears come to my eyes as Phoebe brings the scythe up to my face, smearing the blood across my lips and cheek.
Through my waterlogged eyes, I see movement just past Phoebe’s head. I have to fight against showing my awareness of Parker creeping up behind her. He must’ve come straight from the hospital. He’s in his gown with a pair of pants underneath it. Putting his finger to his mouth, he continues to move further into the room. When I turn my eyes back to Phoebe, a questioning look appears on her face.
Shit! Did she notice me look behind her?
She stands up and spins around. Parker cracks her in the face with his fist. She crumples to the floor with a sickening thud.
“For fuck’s sake! It’s my stepsister?” he shouts, panning from her to me.
“Yeah. Hurry—grab the gun from her and untie me,” I reply.
After collecting the gun, Parker cradles my face with his hand while sending me a strained smile. He looks relieved when he sees I have no visible injuries there. His attention shifts to the rope binding my wrists together, and he starts to loosen the knot. When my hands are free, he moves on to the rope around my waist.
“Parker, look out!” I shout.
Phoebe takes a swipe at him with the scythe. He groans in pain as the blade enters his arm. I see the gun drop from his hand. It lands behind the chair with a clunk.
“You always did punch like a bitch,” Phoebe scoffs as Parker backs up to lean against the wall, clutching his wound. She points the blade at me. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, blondie.”
With my hands free, I attempt to grab her, but she deftly maneuvers out of my reach. I scramble to untie myself and hear the struggle behind me. I work even faster to get free.
When I hear Parker’s aching moans, I turn to look at him. Phoebe’s digging the tip of the blade into the injury on his right side, torturing him.
I grab the gun when I’m fully able to move from the chair.
“Get away from him, you bitch!” I shout, limping to my feet while aiming the gun in her direction. I can’t fire because she’s standing right in front of Parker. If I miss, I could hit him. The ache in my leg is almost too much for me to bear. I’m finding it hard to focus on my aim.
Phoebe laughs, taking a hold of Parker and posting up behind him, using his body as a shield. She jabs the scythe deeper into his side to make him