Screams are shrill as she struggles and makes useless attempts to tug her hand free. She’s shaking with fear, and she should be, she has it coming. I feed off the fear and let it fuel me, drinking it in and absorbing it through my skin.
“*****, please don’t do this.” She sobs.
Her feet fumble and she fights the walk by digging the heels of her running shoes into the dirt. Amidst the forced skirmish steps, she trips. I continue to pull, dragging her along. I have to reach down and get a better hold. It’s a tougher fight to pull her by one hand. I take a firm grip on her hair, right at the base of her scalp. She kicks and starts to scream.
“Shut up!” I command.
We can’t risk being heard. Especially by the crippled old man, from the sounds of it, he is just as crazy as the rest of us. Who knows what her screams will bring about? She doesn’t stop. Of course not, why would she? I should know by now that once panic grips people, their screams are involuntary — And loud, very loud. Seems they get louder every time. I turn back to her, she has to listen before we’re heard.
“****!” I shout, “I said shut the fuck up!”
Still, she only grows louder.
I have to do it. I have to shut her up now before we’re caught. I tighten my grip on the flashlight’s handle and bash her with it. Over and over, I crash the heavy object into her skull. The light of it stays on, allowing me to scan over her once I am finished. I take a long, mournful look into her smashed and bloodied face. She has stopped screaming, but one leg continues to weakly kick around, like a lost limb. Quickly, compulsively, I make one more powerful blow to the head, and again, I watch. Her leg makes one last twitch before her body goes limp.
“I love you.” I whisper into the quiet darkness.
THIS HAS BEEN AN
FOR AGGRAVATED MOMENTUM!
Not everything is as it seems in what appears to be an average family. When danger lurks so close to home, skeletons emerge, and the darkest of secrets surface, causing twisted desires to become reality. Aggravated Momentum offers the perspective of some very diverse and unique characters, including fun, witty personalities to fall in love with, along with an intellectual killer to die for. You may be surprised as to whom exactly you can relate. Is it the cold, calculated murderer, who’s name is yet to be revealed? Markie or Kam, the independent sisters, guilty of nothing more than getting tangled with the wrong people at the most inopportune times? Or, the cowardly snake curled in a hidden corner? Who are you, exactly? And, more importantly, who are they? The deeper you dig into the psyche of another, the more breath taking are the secrets you will find.