Agony- Chapter Six/Seven
Well since i've got some free time, here's a couple of Agony chapters.
Enjoy Chapters 6-7 of Agony
Agony
By KKftKK
Chapter Six
After they’d finished talking, Emily escorted Stephanie upstairs once they’d discovered that Alex and Paige weren’t in the living room. All the time she was thinking about what Stephanie had told her about what had happed after she left Toronto over twenty years before.
Never had she expected Stephanie’s life to get so screwed up. Although she’d had doubts about Alad, she’d never expected that much badness from one person. Then again, she’d trusted Trevor enough to marry him, so maybe her judgment had been off for a long time
As it turned out, Stephanie had turned to drinking when Paige was only two, and left both her children neglected and usually, in the care of their father. One day, years later, she’d found a bruise on Paige’s arm on one of the rare occasions that she was spending time with her daughter. Getting herself off the drinking, she had tried to become a better mother, only to find out what a bad mother she had been when Dylan had come clean about all the physical abuse that they had gone through while she was either on one of her drinking binges or passed out on the living room floor.
Emily was shocked that Stephanie had fallen so far, and she wished that she could have been there for her; she wished that things could have been different.
If only they had stuck together in high school and listened to one another’s opinions. Emily would never have married Trevor had she listened to Stephanie’s views on him, “He’s a stick in the mud, Ez-May. You’re a wild child; he’ll never understand that about you. Do you really want to be domesticated? Married with children isn’t your style,” were her words, only months before her departure.
It had been Trevor and Alad that had torn their friendship apart, and when she thought about it, it could have been her relationship with Trevor that had driven Steph to Alad in the first place.
She said she loved him, and Emily believed her, the sincerity in her eyes was genuine, and Emily had seen that look before, whenever she looked in the mirror and tried to justify why she hadn’t seen what Trevor had been doing before she did.
The answer was simple, she loved him. And even now, after what he did, she couldn’t stop. She hated him, god how much she wanted to tear him limb from limb whenever she looked at him, but she did love him, that was something she couldn’t help.
So she understood why Stephanie hadn’t left Alad after finding out what he had been doing to her children. Then again, she also didn’t blame her for thinking Alad’s accident, an overdose on heroin and too much drinking, which had killed him, was a godsend. She loved him, but at least her children were safe when he was gone.
Reaching Alex’s room, they both noticed that the door was open, but the lights inside were all off, apart from the touch lamp on the bedside table, which was glowing on it’s lowest setting.
Emily smiled at the sight of the two girls lying on the bed. It was obvious that they had both been crying, dried tear trails running down both their faces, leaving behind a line of black on each cheek, caused by their mascara.
Paige was sitting up against the headboard, her eyes closed, head resting against the black iron bar behind her. One of her arms was wrapped around Alex’s shoulders, which were positioned at her chest, Alex’s head resting on Paige’s neck, her own arms circling the blonde’s waist. The other hand was positioned in Alex’s hair, where it had appeared to have been absently stroking before she’d fallen asleep.
Stephanie had told her of Paige’s rape, and Emily had proceeded in telling her about Alex’s experiences with her father. Both of them were glad that they had found each other, and it looked as though they had already begun to comfort each other through the pain.
“Should we leave them?” Stephanie asked, smiling over at the scene, “It couldn’t hurt, right? I haven’t seen her look that peaceful in a long time.”
Emily just nodded, walking over and pulling a quilt from the bottom of the bed and tossing it over Paige and Alex’s upper body. “Sleep tight,” she whispered, also thinking that she hadn’t seen Alex sleep peacefully in many months.
She touched the lamp three times, watching it get brighter on the first two touches, and then out on the third. “You go home, have a good night. I’ll leave a note for them in the morning. I’m sure Paige will fit into Alex’s clothes.”
Stephanie nodded, leading the way down the stairs, “Great. How about shopping and lunch this weekend? We’ll leave the girls to do whatever teens do these days and have a good ol’ Stephy and Ez-May day?”
Emily smiled and nodded, “Sounds great. I’ll call you with times, I’ll have to make sure I’m not working.”
Steph nodded, and smiled when she heard a horn beeping out the front, “That’s me. I’ll talk to you soon.” She gave Emily a quick hug, then headed for the door.
Emily watched her go and then thought to her daughter upstairs, in the arms of a girl she’d only known for a day, but could relate to like she’d known her a lifetime.
Chapter Seven
As he walked, the dark of the night surrounded him, threatening to engulf him completely.
He’d never been a fan of darkness, always preferring to be able to see where he was going and what was in front of him.
Some would call him a wimp, but he preferred the word practical.
The only light was coming from high up, the street lights that in his opinion were, not light at all, especially when walking along the footpath of a deserted street, no headlights in sight.
On occasion, a sensor light that caught his movements would alight the front garden of a house he was passing, causing him to jump slightly and hurry on, not wanting to be seen.
He knew his destination, it had been handed to him, along with an order, a demand that he was not to go in the vicinity of this place, he was not even allowed to even drive past it in his car.
He was never much one for following orders; he hadn’t been in a long time.
Seeing the large house in the distance, he also noticed that there were lights on inside, despite hoe late it was, and a car waiting out the front. As he approached, he noticed a young boy sitting in the driver’s seat, impatiently tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, watching the front door.
He too turned his attention to the front of the house, where the door opened, expelling a stream of light across the front step and the small amount of grass before hitting the concrete of the footpath.
A woman stepped out, her blonde hair falling about her shoulders as she closed the door behind her. A smile made its way to her lips as she walked towards the car and opened the door.
The interior light spilled over her face, and even from across the street, hidden in the shadows, he recognised her, and his body temperature rose.
Stephanie Evans.
Narrowing his eyes, he watched her exchange words with the young driver, and then hop into the car, closing the door behind her, and fastening her seat belt.
The car took off down the street, and he stepped out of the shadows to watch it go. He had to do something about her, but that was for another day. For the moment, he was busy with the task at hand.
Stepping out onto the street, he looked up and down the road, and then began to walk across, straightening out his business jacket as he did.
Reaching the front lawn, he looked up at the two windows visible from this side of the house. For some reason, his eyes gravitated to the one on the left, and his eyes lit up with desire as he concentrated on it fully.
She was in there.
Pulling from his breast pocket a small object which resembled a screw driver, he moved to the side of the house to wait.
Watching through a small window, he saw his wife moving around inside a large room, which he assumed to be the living room.
Picking up an empty bowl from the coffee table, she disappeared for a moment before returning with a disposable cloth, which she used to wipe down the glass topped table.
Watching her, he smiled, remembering all the times she’d done just that before bed after they entertained.
Next, she’d pull her laptop from its bag, which he noticed was resting against the wall by the doorway, set it up on her lap, and check her work inbox before setting it to charge in the kitchen, where she could get to it the next morning. When she’d done this, she’d straighten the cushions on the couch, then head up to the bathroom to prepare for bed.
Watching with a grin as she did just as he had predicted, he played with the object hat was still resting in his slightly sweaty palm.
Knowing he still had five minutes to wait before Emily had finished brushing her teeth, changed, and hopped into bed, then another five before she fell asleep, he sat down on the slightly cold earth, and waited.
Time seemed to creep on, and when time was finally up, her felt like he had been sitting on the cold ground for hours. The night dew that had soaked into the earth had dampened his pants, and it took him another few minutes of brushing himself off, mentally slapping himself for being so stupid, before he moved the object in his hand to the lock on the window.
Cringing when the lock made a slight cracking noise as he broke it open, he waited a few seconds, listening closely, before he pried open the window, and slowly and carefully, climbed inside.
Picking himself up off the floor and, once again, brushing himself off, he replaced the lock pick back into his pocket and moved forward.
Although he had never been inside the house, he knew where he had to go. He was drawn to her, and even if he knew it wasn’t right, he just couldn’t stay away.
Slowly he made his way up the stairs, hands braced on the walls on either side, just in case one of the stairs creaked, and he could move off it more quickly. Once at the top, he bypassed an open door, peaking in briefly and seeing his wife sleeping, ear plugs pushed into her ears and a patch over her eyes, her breathing even.
Nothing had changed.
Along the hall, passed another open door, this time a bathroom to his left, he stopped at the second door from the end, which was off to his right.
Looking inside, his grin faded, and he took a step back slightly.
His chest constricted at the sight of his passions in the arms of a small blonde girl, holding her close.
It hurt.
Taking another step back, he accidentally crashed into the hall table, and the two in the room jerked awake.
Alex looked into his eyes, fear rising in her own, and she jumped out of the bed, backing towards the window opposite. “No. You can’t be here.”
The blonde girl looked from Alex to her father, and Trevor saw comprehension cross her face, and she too, jumped off the bed, but walked towards him.
“Get out. I’ll call the police. You need to get out,” she said, her voice calm, but there was a fire in her eyes.
Trevor’s anger took him over, and his shock forgotten, he took a step forward, so he was looking her right in the eye. “She’s my daughter you little bitch. I payed for this house, I can be in it if I want. So get the fuck out of my way.”
He made to step passed her, but she moved in front of him, so she was between him and Alex, who was now huddled against the wall, shaking visibly.
“No way! You’re not touching her ever again. There’s no way I’m letting you.”
He actually laughed at her words, and pushed her back slightly, but she held her ground, “You’re not going to stop me. Get out of my way little girl. Trust me, do it, or you’ll regret it.”
Not moving an inch, but a slight sliver of fear present in her eyes, she crossed her arms over her chest, “You’re not touching her.”
He raised a hand over his shoulder, and closed his fist on its way down. He connected with her face, right on her brow bone. As she fell to the ground, he saw red seeping down the side of her face, and heard Alex’s scream, as though it had been her, he had hit.
“Paige!”
It was then that many things happened at once. Emily ran into the room, apparently awoken by Alex’s scream. Outside, many light switched on as nosey neighbours looked out their bedroom windows to see what all the fuss was, and sirens could be heard as two police cars sped up the street.
Not knowing who it had been who called the cops, Trevor freaked, and pushing Emily to the ground, he ran.
Back down the stairs, he made his way to the back door, and slid it open, running out into the back yard, and over the back fence, he was gone.
Rushing down the back alley, he then literally dived through the passenger window of a Rav4 at the end of the laneway, ignoring the pain that encased his body as glass penetrated his skin.
To his great surprise and delight, inside were the keys, sitting in the ignition, he turned them, pushed it into drive, and sped down the lane, and out of sight.
Enjoy Chapters 6-7 of Agony
Agony
By KKftKK
Chapter Six
After they’d finished talking, Emily escorted Stephanie upstairs once they’d discovered that Alex and Paige weren’t in the living room. All the time she was thinking about what Stephanie had told her about what had happed after she left Toronto over twenty years before.
Never had she expected Stephanie’s life to get so screwed up. Although she’d had doubts about Alad, she’d never expected that much badness from one person. Then again, she’d trusted Trevor enough to marry him, so maybe her judgment had been off for a long time
As it turned out, Stephanie had turned to drinking when Paige was only two, and left both her children neglected and usually, in the care of their father. One day, years later, she’d found a bruise on Paige’s arm on one of the rare occasions that she was spending time with her daughter. Getting herself off the drinking, she had tried to become a better mother, only to find out what a bad mother she had been when Dylan had come clean about all the physical abuse that they had gone through while she was either on one of her drinking binges or passed out on the living room floor.
Emily was shocked that Stephanie had fallen so far, and she wished that she could have been there for her; she wished that things could have been different.
If only they had stuck together in high school and listened to one another’s opinions. Emily would never have married Trevor had she listened to Stephanie’s views on him, “He’s a stick in the mud, Ez-May. You’re a wild child; he’ll never understand that about you. Do you really want to be domesticated? Married with children isn’t your style,” were her words, only months before her departure.
It had been Trevor and Alad that had torn their friendship apart, and when she thought about it, it could have been her relationship with Trevor that had driven Steph to Alad in the first place.
She said she loved him, and Emily believed her, the sincerity in her eyes was genuine, and Emily had seen that look before, whenever she looked in the mirror and tried to justify why she hadn’t seen what Trevor had been doing before she did.
The answer was simple, she loved him. And even now, after what he did, she couldn’t stop. She hated him, god how much she wanted to tear him limb from limb whenever she looked at him, but she did love him, that was something she couldn’t help.
So she understood why Stephanie hadn’t left Alad after finding out what he had been doing to her children. Then again, she also didn’t blame her for thinking Alad’s accident, an overdose on heroin and too much drinking, which had killed him, was a godsend. She loved him, but at least her children were safe when he was gone.
Reaching Alex’s room, they both noticed that the door was open, but the lights inside were all off, apart from the touch lamp on the bedside table, which was glowing on it’s lowest setting.
Emily smiled at the sight of the two girls lying on the bed. It was obvious that they had both been crying, dried tear trails running down both their faces, leaving behind a line of black on each cheek, caused by their mascara.
Paige was sitting up against the headboard, her eyes closed, head resting against the black iron bar behind her. One of her arms was wrapped around Alex’s shoulders, which were positioned at her chest, Alex’s head resting on Paige’s neck, her own arms circling the blonde’s waist. The other hand was positioned in Alex’s hair, where it had appeared to have been absently stroking before she’d fallen asleep.
Stephanie had told her of Paige’s rape, and Emily had proceeded in telling her about Alex’s experiences with her father. Both of them were glad that they had found each other, and it looked as though they had already begun to comfort each other through the pain.
“Should we leave them?” Stephanie asked, smiling over at the scene, “It couldn’t hurt, right? I haven’t seen her look that peaceful in a long time.”
Emily just nodded, walking over and pulling a quilt from the bottom of the bed and tossing it over Paige and Alex’s upper body. “Sleep tight,” she whispered, also thinking that she hadn’t seen Alex sleep peacefully in many months.
She touched the lamp three times, watching it get brighter on the first two touches, and then out on the third. “You go home, have a good night. I’ll leave a note for them in the morning. I’m sure Paige will fit into Alex’s clothes.”
Stephanie nodded, leading the way down the stairs, “Great. How about shopping and lunch this weekend? We’ll leave the girls to do whatever teens do these days and have a good ol’ Stephy and Ez-May day?”
Emily smiled and nodded, “Sounds great. I’ll call you with times, I’ll have to make sure I’m not working.”
Steph nodded, and smiled when she heard a horn beeping out the front, “That’s me. I’ll talk to you soon.” She gave Emily a quick hug, then headed for the door.
Emily watched her go and then thought to her daughter upstairs, in the arms of a girl she’d only known for a day, but could relate to like she’d known her a lifetime.
Chapter Seven
As he walked, the dark of the night surrounded him, threatening to engulf him completely.
He’d never been a fan of darkness, always preferring to be able to see where he was going and what was in front of him.
Some would call him a wimp, but he preferred the word practical.
The only light was coming from high up, the street lights that in his opinion were, not light at all, especially when walking along the footpath of a deserted street, no headlights in sight.
On occasion, a sensor light that caught his movements would alight the front garden of a house he was passing, causing him to jump slightly and hurry on, not wanting to be seen.
He knew his destination, it had been handed to him, along with an order, a demand that he was not to go in the vicinity of this place, he was not even allowed to even drive past it in his car.
He was never much one for following orders; he hadn’t been in a long time.
Seeing the large house in the distance, he also noticed that there were lights on inside, despite hoe late it was, and a car waiting out the front. As he approached, he noticed a young boy sitting in the driver’s seat, impatiently tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, watching the front door.
He too turned his attention to the front of the house, where the door opened, expelling a stream of light across the front step and the small amount of grass before hitting the concrete of the footpath.
A woman stepped out, her blonde hair falling about her shoulders as she closed the door behind her. A smile made its way to her lips as she walked towards the car and opened the door.
The interior light spilled over her face, and even from across the street, hidden in the shadows, he recognised her, and his body temperature rose.
Stephanie Evans.
Narrowing his eyes, he watched her exchange words with the young driver, and then hop into the car, closing the door behind her, and fastening her seat belt.
The car took off down the street, and he stepped out of the shadows to watch it go. He had to do something about her, but that was for another day. For the moment, he was busy with the task at hand.
Stepping out onto the street, he looked up and down the road, and then began to walk across, straightening out his business jacket as he did.
Reaching the front lawn, he looked up at the two windows visible from this side of the house. For some reason, his eyes gravitated to the one on the left, and his eyes lit up with desire as he concentrated on it fully.
She was in there.
Pulling from his breast pocket a small object which resembled a screw driver, he moved to the side of the house to wait.
Watching through a small window, he saw his wife moving around inside a large room, which he assumed to be the living room.
Picking up an empty bowl from the coffee table, she disappeared for a moment before returning with a disposable cloth, which she used to wipe down the glass topped table.
Watching her, he smiled, remembering all the times she’d done just that before bed after they entertained.
Next, she’d pull her laptop from its bag, which he noticed was resting against the wall by the doorway, set it up on her lap, and check her work inbox before setting it to charge in the kitchen, where she could get to it the next morning. When she’d done this, she’d straighten the cushions on the couch, then head up to the bathroom to prepare for bed.
Watching with a grin as she did just as he had predicted, he played with the object hat was still resting in his slightly sweaty palm.
Knowing he still had five minutes to wait before Emily had finished brushing her teeth, changed, and hopped into bed, then another five before she fell asleep, he sat down on the slightly cold earth, and waited.
Time seemed to creep on, and when time was finally up, her felt like he had been sitting on the cold ground for hours. The night dew that had soaked into the earth had dampened his pants, and it took him another few minutes of brushing himself off, mentally slapping himself for being so stupid, before he moved the object in his hand to the lock on the window.
Cringing when the lock made a slight cracking noise as he broke it open, he waited a few seconds, listening closely, before he pried open the window, and slowly and carefully, climbed inside.
Picking himself up off the floor and, once again, brushing himself off, he replaced the lock pick back into his pocket and moved forward.
Although he had never been inside the house, he knew where he had to go. He was drawn to her, and even if he knew it wasn’t right, he just couldn’t stay away.
Slowly he made his way up the stairs, hands braced on the walls on either side, just in case one of the stairs creaked, and he could move off it more quickly. Once at the top, he bypassed an open door, peaking in briefly and seeing his wife sleeping, ear plugs pushed into her ears and a patch over her eyes, her breathing even.
Nothing had changed.
Along the hall, passed another open door, this time a bathroom to his left, he stopped at the second door from the end, which was off to his right.
Looking inside, his grin faded, and he took a step back slightly.
His chest constricted at the sight of his passions in the arms of a small blonde girl, holding her close.
It hurt.
Taking another step back, he accidentally crashed into the hall table, and the two in the room jerked awake.
Alex looked into his eyes, fear rising in her own, and she jumped out of the bed, backing towards the window opposite. “No. You can’t be here.”
The blonde girl looked from Alex to her father, and Trevor saw comprehension cross her face, and she too, jumped off the bed, but walked towards him.
“Get out. I’ll call the police. You need to get out,” she said, her voice calm, but there was a fire in her eyes.
Trevor’s anger took him over, and his shock forgotten, he took a step forward, so he was looking her right in the eye. “She’s my daughter you little bitch. I payed for this house, I can be in it if I want. So get the fuck out of my way.”
He made to step passed her, but she moved in front of him, so she was between him and Alex, who was now huddled against the wall, shaking visibly.
“No way! You’re not touching her ever again. There’s no way I’m letting you.”
He actually laughed at her words, and pushed her back slightly, but she held her ground, “You’re not going to stop me. Get out of my way little girl. Trust me, do it, or you’ll regret it.”
Not moving an inch, but a slight sliver of fear present in her eyes, she crossed her arms over her chest, “You’re not touching her.”
He raised a hand over his shoulder, and closed his fist on its way down. He connected with her face, right on her brow bone. As she fell to the ground, he saw red seeping down the side of her face, and heard Alex’s scream, as though it had been her, he had hit.
“Paige!”
It was then that many things happened at once. Emily ran into the room, apparently awoken by Alex’s scream. Outside, many light switched on as nosey neighbours looked out their bedroom windows to see what all the fuss was, and sirens could be heard as two police cars sped up the street.
Not knowing who it had been who called the cops, Trevor freaked, and pushing Emily to the ground, he ran.
Back down the stairs, he made his way to the back door, and slid it open, running out into the back yard, and over the back fence, he was gone.
Rushing down the back alley, he then literally dived through the passenger window of a Rav4 at the end of the laneway, ignoring the pain that encased his body as glass penetrated his skin.
To his great surprise and delight, inside were the keys, sitting in the ignition, he turned them, pushed it into drive, and sped down the lane, and out of sight.