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A scream has Dolly turning away from my fallen uncle and toward the side of the house. At the second scream, she breaks into another jog, her feet crunching over the gravel path.
If I wasn’t so numb with drugs, the fine hairs on the back of my neck would rise. “What the hell happened in our past to make Dolly so murderous?”
“Same reason why you went there this morning to kill Melonie,” Xero mutters.
“I thought Mom was Dolly.”
“How the hell do you think a girl your age ended up marrying a man like my father?” he replies.
Xero is right. From the way Dolly speaks, she makes it sound like Mom handed her over to Delta. And nobody gets that amount of knife wounds without suffering something heinous.
Back on screen, Dolly rounds the corner to find Mom wriggling within the grip of Locke and Fen dressed as guards.
“What should we do with the MILF?” Fen asks with a grin, his fingers in Mom’s mouth.
Dolly stops moving. “You want to fuck my mom?”
Fen’s features fall. “No, it’s just a figure of speech?—
“Don’t gaslight me with mansplaining,” Dolly snarls. “You distinctly called her a Mom I’d Like to Fuck.”
“I didn’t?—”
“Fuck, Fen. Dolly is a goddess, not some bitch you can disrespect,” Locke says. “Apologize to her and stop wasting precious time. One of our members just live streamed his altercation with Amethyst Crowley.”
“He’d better not hurt her,” Dolly says.
“She defeated him and escaped.”
“Good. Let’s get moving.”
My stomach churns. I don’t want to watch, but I also don’t want to miss any vital clues. Dolly trails after the men as they drag Mom back around the house and back into the kitchen.
“I wish there was more time to carve you into strips,” she says, “But Amy keeps messing up my schedules. Men always disappear when I send them to her house, and now she’s found herself a protector.”
The two men release Mom’s arms, just as Dolly reaches out and slashes the knife across her neck. A red line of blood appears on her skin, and Mom clutches her throat before crumpling down to the floor.
“Leave,” Dolly says and crouches to get Mom in the shot.
Blood roars through my ears, muffling what Dolly says next. My vision blurs as I try to focus on the screen.
“Blink, little ghost,” Xero says, his voice soft.
I obey, loosening two fat tears that roll down my cheeks. When I open them, Dolly’s hand is grabbing Mom’s chin.
“Thank me, Mother, because I showed you mercy. You were just a stupid bitch who believed the word of a sniveling psychopath. Amy won’t be so lucky. I plan on keeping her alive long enough to know what it feels like to be me.”
My stomach plummets, and my mind fills with memories of Lizzie Bath’s snuff movie.
I can’t let her punish me for something I don’t even remember.
TEN
XERO
Jynxson and I stand over Reverend Thomas, recording the steps he takes to access X-Cite Media’s membership forum. It’s on a separate URL from the pay-per-view site and has multiple levels of security.
I grip the back of his seat, resisting the urge to gouge out his remaining eye. We’re in a quaint little study within the new vicarage, overlooking the courtyard it shares with St. Anne’s Church.
