There's Something Unpredictable, chapter 3
"SHIT!" I sobbed out. On the porch floor something was written in blood. Moist blood. What it said shocked all three of us.
It read: "Hey Leslie. I see that you made it back with your boyfriend. Tre was fucking lucky enough to escape. Your probably wondering whose blood this is. You'll know at the end of this letter. Let Mike read this fucking part. Yeah this should rise his fucking voice up. I'll find you both. Hey Mike, you brought her back huh? You just couldn't stand me being horny? Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck is all we are going to do. Mike, now did you fuck my daughter yet? Stay away from her or you'll get fucking consequences you'll never forget in your life. Love, Mr. Fuck-the-shit-out-of-my-daughter."
That was what the letter in blood read. At the end of the letter was a lock of hair that looked familiar. I knew it wasn't Tre's.
"Oh for the love of fuck, not again." I said.
"What is it?" Billie and Mike said in unison.
"This lock of hair." I couln't finish my sentence. It was just too painful.
"Whose is it?" Mike asked.
"You know that girl I went with to the San Franisco Green Day concert. She was my fucking best friend. We did everything together since pre-school." I couldn't help but cry.
"Oh, you mean Danielle." Billie said.
"Yes, this is her blood my dad has written into. Which means.." I couldn't finish my sentence. I just cried. My mascara was running down my cheek.
Mike ran over to hug me.
"Danielle was one of the best fucking fan we ever had." Billie said. We heard a bush shake. "Who ever is comming out of that bush, I have a fucking gun with me." Billie said. It was just Tre who came out.
"Tre, you fucking scared the living shit out of me. Oh my Jesus of Suburbia. Are you okay Tre?" I said. Tre's wrists had dry blood on them. His face scarred. His shirt ripped. I ran over to Tre and hugged him.
"Leslie, your dad is so fucking evil. I could of gotten killed. I'm so fucking happy you're here." Tre said. I ripped a big portion of my shirt so Tre's wound on his left wrist wouldn't be infected. I gave Tre a kiss on his cheek and hugged him.
Suddenly we heard a glass break. We looked up. My fucking dad saw us through my bedroom window. He waved his hand with a broken beer bottle. He had a very evil smile on his face. He signaled us to come in. He just walked out of my room. "We just have to kill my dad." I said.
"Yeah, here Mike and Leslie have these pistol guns. Tre and I would have these guns. We each get 1 heart grenade. We have to split. Mike and Leslie and Tre and I. Here have these walkie talkies. Communicate when needed." Billie said. We went inside. It was such a fucking mess. Broken bottles everywhere, smell of ciggerettes and beer, ripped couches, tables knocked down, and blood on the floor.
On the wall read: You will have to find me in this house. Be careful with all the traps and other shit. Leslie, you left your whole Green Day CD collection here. Mike, don't fuck my daughter or fuck with me, Tre, I know your out here. You'll never find me. I suggest you split up. Easier to kill you all."
"He dosn't know about me. Let's just stick together." Billie said. We heard another bottle break.
"It's up in my parents bedroom." I said scared to go up there because I couldn't get rid of the demons from my past. Our search started. My cell rang.
"Hello?" I whispered.
"No need to whisper, I know your down there. I'm watching you all. I guess you figured out that it starts at the end of your mother's life." my dad said.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT.." I said. My dad just hung up. The first part of our search scared the living piss out of all of us.
It read: "Hey Leslie. I see that you made it back with your boyfriend. Tre was fucking lucky enough to escape. Your probably wondering whose blood this is. You'll know at the end of this letter. Let Mike read this fucking part. Yeah this should rise his fucking voice up. I'll find you both. Hey Mike, you brought her back huh? You just couldn't stand me being horny? Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck is all we are going to do. Mike, now did you fuck my daughter yet? Stay away from her or you'll get fucking consequences you'll never forget in your life. Love, Mr. Fuck-the-shit-out-of-my-daughter."
That was what the letter in blood read. At the end of the letter was a lock of hair that looked familiar. I knew it wasn't Tre's.
"Oh for the love of fuck, not again." I said.
"What is it?" Billie and Mike said in unison.
"This lock of hair." I couln't finish my sentence. It was just too painful.
"Whose is it?" Mike asked.
"You know that girl I went with to the San Franisco Green Day concert. She was my fucking best friend. We did everything together since pre-school." I couldn't help but cry.
"Oh, you mean Danielle." Billie said.
"Yes, this is her blood my dad has written into. Which means.." I couldn't finish my sentence. I just cried. My mascara was running down my cheek.
Mike ran over to hug me.
"Danielle was one of the best fucking fan we ever had." Billie said. We heard a bush shake. "Who ever is comming out of that bush, I have a fucking gun with me." Billie said. It was just Tre who came out.
"Tre, you fucking scared the living shit out of me. Oh my Jesus of Suburbia. Are you okay Tre?" I said. Tre's wrists had dry blood on them. His face scarred. His shirt ripped. I ran over to Tre and hugged him.
"Leslie, your dad is so fucking evil. I could of gotten killed. I'm so fucking happy you're here." Tre said. I ripped a big portion of my shirt so Tre's wound on his left wrist wouldn't be infected. I gave Tre a kiss on his cheek and hugged him.
Suddenly we heard a glass break. We looked up. My fucking dad saw us through my bedroom window. He waved his hand with a broken beer bottle. He had a very evil smile on his face. He signaled us to come in. He just walked out of my room. "We just have to kill my dad." I said.
"Yeah, here Mike and Leslie have these pistol guns. Tre and I would have these guns. We each get 1 heart grenade. We have to split. Mike and Leslie and Tre and I. Here have these walkie talkies. Communicate when needed." Billie said. We went inside. It was such a fucking mess. Broken bottles everywhere, smell of ciggerettes and beer, ripped couches, tables knocked down, and blood on the floor.
On the wall read: You will have to find me in this house. Be careful with all the traps and other shit. Leslie, you left your whole Green Day CD collection here. Mike, don't fuck my daughter or fuck with me, Tre, I know your out here. You'll never find me. I suggest you split up. Easier to kill you all."
"He dosn't know about me. Let's just stick together." Billie said. We heard another bottle break.
"It's up in my parents bedroom." I said scared to go up there because I couldn't get rid of the demons from my past. Our search started. My cell rang.
"Hello?" I whispered.
"No need to whisper, I know your down there. I'm watching you all. I guess you figured out that it starts at the end of your mother's life." my dad said.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT.." I said. My dad just hung up. The first part of our search scared the living piss out of all of us.
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