My hatred and anger seethed inside me all day, twisting apart my insides. When night fell, I decided to get closer to the house. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to make it inside, but I needed to get at least somewhat familiar with the home. It wouldn’t be difficult, as it was one story. A few peeks in the windows and I’d be ready to do what I came to do, perhaps as soon as the next night.
I really should have looked at him closer.
After Candice returned home – presumably from whoring around like the disgusting bitch she was – I crept up to the window to watch them through the night. Stalked them, just like Will had done.
But I really wasn’t prepared for what I was about to see.
I started with the living room. I crept around the left side of the house, trying to stay far enough back in the trees that the light spilling from the room wouldn’t reach me. It was dark enough I didn’t have to worry about passing cars spotting me, not that they passed through here, anyway.
Marcellus was still drinking, stumbling around the room like a zombie. He was screaming. I couldn’t tell what exactly he was yelling about, but Thomas was wincing in the middle of the room.
Maybe it’s because I couldn’t stop thinking about Phillip, but this time I couldn’t take my eyes off of Thomas. I was just noticing that Thomas wasn’t skinny, he was emaciated. His eyes weren’t deep-set, but rimmed with dark circles. He stood there shivering, but I swear I was seeing Phillip.
Suddenly, his father reeled forward and smacked him across the face. Phillip – no, Thomas – went flying across the room, collapsing to the floor. Candice laughed.
I felt sick. I know, what I had been planning was far worse, but this… I couldn’t imagine, that child raised in a hell like this. My mind went to Will. The police had told me his psychosis was likely something he’d been born with, but now I had to wonder what his childhood had been like?
The thought made me sick.