Broken Dreams(144)

“I’m not giving you any information,” growled Kellan.

“Claire?” called Henry -- his eyes never leaving Kellan’s.

“Yeah?”

“Let’s start a bag.”

“Me or Thomas?”

“Whoever wants to go first.”

“I will.” She was very nonchalant. Claire went and grabbed everything they needed to perform the draw. “Where would you like me to sit?” she asked when she returned.

“Bring a chair over to me.” Claire dragged one of the dining room chairs over. He situated the chair right in front of Kellan. Claire sat down, and Henry began the process. Kellan studied every movement. I could almost see him drooling. “Ready?”

“Yes.” Claire crossed her legs, relaxed back into the chair, and Henry began the draw.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” She smiled, and never broke eye contact with Kellan. I could tell she was enjoying the control, as well. Kellan rolled his neck and sighed.

“Now, is there anyone else coming?” Kellan just glared at Henry, but didn’t answer. Henry moved forward, looking at Kellan with disdain. “I know you’re on the brink, Kellan. I can see it. So why not just spill it, then I’ll share this with you.”

He was hearty because of his constant drawing from my mother, but Kellan was hurting. He hadn’t had any blood in several days, and he was starting to weaken. His voice was gruff. “He said if I don’t bring you back in a timely fashion, then he was sending Drew.”

Henry clenched his jaw. I wasn’t sure who Drew was, but I was sure that he was another one of Roger’s head-fucks. I was hoping it was an empty threat because I couldn’t handle any more bullshit.

“He won’t know where to find us.”

Kellan laughed. “Are you that stupid? Maybe all of those beatings knocked you senseless. Not that you had any brilliance to begin with.” My lip curled in anger while listening to the way he was speaking to my Henry. How dare he imply that he was unintelligent?

“Now, why would you think that?”

“Look at your forearm, you cock-up.”

“I’m curious if your arm looks like mine…” Henry asked in a suspicious, controlled tone. He got up, and turned Kellan and the chair sideways. Henry grimaced when he did it, but he was holding in his pain.

Kellan was now facing all of us, while we watched from the doorway. His arms were tied behind the chair, and his hands were bound together. Henry had a clear view of where the tracking device was placed.

“Hmm… That is rather curious, yeah?” Then Henry viciously stuck the knife in Kellan’s arm. He screamed in agony as Henry slowly dragged it down over the scar. He dug his finger into Kellan’s arm and pulled out the tracking device. I had to look away or there was going to be a rapid evacuation of food from the pit of my stomach.

Kellan shuddered in pain. He began panting and growling. His blood dribbled out of his arm and pooled onto the hardwood floor. We stood in the doorway, watching in silence. All of us were a bit frazzled. I had seen Henry violent, but he took such pleasure in hurting Kellan. I was a little frightened seeing his hand covered in Kellan’s tainted blood.

“Well, would you look at this?” He rolled the device in his bloody fingers. “Nick?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you know if there is a sledge hammer out there in the garage?”

“I do believe there is. I’ll be right back.” Nick ran out the door, looking rather gleeful.

Minutes later, he came back in carrying a large sledge hammer with a three foot handle. “Do you think this one would work, or do you think it would be overkill?”

Henry smiled. Nothing seemed to be too much at that point. Why not be completely sick, twisted, and demented all at the same time? “Ah, yes. It’s perfect.” He set the device on the floor, right next to Kellan’s foot. “Elaina, my love, would you like to do the honors?”

Fuck yeah, I was totally down with that. I decided to get in on the sarcastic, cuckoo-crazy behavior. After all, it was my signature.

“Why, yes, lover. I do believe I would.” Henry grinned at me with pride. He handed me the hammer, and I raised it over my head. It was heavy, and I had a difficult time trying to muscle it, but I was determined to make Kellan pay. I swung down fast and furiously…

Oops.

I missed and smashed Kellan’s foot. The screaming was ear piercing. He bounced up and down, still tied to the chair. I gave him my very best innocent look, including a healthy batting of my eyelashes.

“Oops. So sorry. I missed. I hope you can forgive me for my clumsiness with this heavy thing.” I slowly ran my fingers up and down the shaft of the hammer, like I would caress Henry’s hard thickness. “This tool is rather heavy, and this girl is just not that big and strong.” I took a step closer to him, and my demeanor changed. I looked at him dead in the graying eyes, and I whispered with a growl, “That was for Henry.”