Chapter 15
Natalie could hear the screams, and then everything stopped. Her mind raced while trying to think of a way out of this situation. She looked at the youngest daughter, who was next to the bed crying. She looked at the next older daughter, who looked as if she had lost her mind. She was sitting on the floor rocking back and forth, holding herself saying, “We are all going to die just like my mother, father, and sister!”
“Shhhhh! No we’re not! I need y’all to be quiet until I think of a plan,” Natalie stated.
“A plan for what? That monster dog is going to kill us,” she said, sounding like an out of control teenager.
“Listen little girl. Stop screaming. We need to make little noise as possible. Trust me there are far worse things that dog can do besides killing us!” replied Natalie.
“Stop screaming for what? We are dead! We are already dead!” she shouted.
Before she could scream again, a loud thump at the double doors that startled all three of them. They stared at the doors in amazement. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Brock was slamming his 450lb body into the master bedroom doors. With each time he struck the doors, the doors seemed to have bent in. The frame of the doors began to crack around the edges. The doors looked as if they had a heartbeat. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
“HELP ME!” shouted Natalie while running to a dark brown dresser. Using her body weight, she pushed it while making grunt sounds. Paula came and helped her push the dresser against the double room doors and they pressed their bodies against the dresser in hopes of reinforcing the door with the dresser. BOOM! BOOM! Natalie could feel herself losing balance every time Brock slammed into the doors. “Damn, I got to find us a way out of here. It’s only a matter of time before he breaks through those doors, and then we are done for. God please help! Please show me the way, please Lord!”
“Uhmm, Miss,” Paula said while shaking Natalie’s arm and keeping her little body weight pressed against the dresser.
“Yes,” Natalie said, trying to fight back tears in her eyes knowing that they were doomed.
“Uhmm, I think my little sister is going crazy,” Paula stated while pointing over to the other side of the room.
Leah had found Bruce’s cigarette lighter, the real expensive kind made of gold. He only used to show off to his friends at the golf club. Leah had flicked the lighter and set all the curtains in the room on fire, and then headed over and set the king size bed on fire. “We are all going to die; we are all going to die!” She repeated over and over while going into the closet and taking out clothes and setting them on fire, tossing them around the huge master bedroom.
“What the fuck?” Natalie said with confusion, “Here I'm praying to God, asking him to save us from this evil dog from hell. And this little bitch just says ‘fuck it’ I’m going to take it upon myself to kill us all,” Natalie said to herself. She charged towards Leah at full speed like a football player, tackling her to the floor and wrestling the lighter out of her hand. “Are you fucking crazy? You’re going to kill us. Have you lost your mind?” Natalie shouted while sitting on top of her, pinning her to the ground.
“Yes! Yes! I rather burn to death than to be eaten alive. We’re going to die anyways!” Leah shouted.
Natalie swung and punched her in the face.
“You can play with your life and give up if you want to, but it doesn’t give you the right to put me or your sisters in danger more than we already are!” Asshh! Asshh! Natalie said and began to cough. She quickly scanned the room. The fire had escalated and spread across the walls. The bed was engulfed in full flames. Thick dark gray smoke covered the room, making it impossible to breathe. The fire seemed to come alive as if it had a mind of its own. It spread quickly going from room to room, scorching everything up it touched in a matter of seconds.
Natalie used her forearm to cover her nose and mouth. While still coughing, she hopped off Leah and ran over to Paula who was throwing up because she couldn’t breathe. Natalie patted her back. “Listen. I need you to use your hand to cover up your mouth and nose.” Paula shakes her head and did what she was told. Natalie pulled the 9mm from her waist line and pulled back her chamber three times until the bullet that was jammed in there popped out. She pressed a button on the side to readjust the clip to see that there were only two bullets left. “Shit! These little ass bullets are not going to stop him just slow him down, but I got to get these girls out of here,” Natalie said out loud to herself. “Okay, here’s the plan. We’re going to move this dresser from the door and run like hell out the front door and climb over the gate!” Natalie shouted.
“No! We won’t make it!” Leah shouted back.
“Listen little girl, we don’t have time to debate this. We have to make a run for it,” Natalie said while using her body weight to push the dresser away from the double doors.
“We won’t make it; we won’t make it!” Leah shouted over and over while crying and twisting her head from side to side.
Natalie bent down and looked Paula in the eyes. “We’re going to have to leave your sister. We don’t have time to fight with her. I’ll do my best to save her; but when I open this door no matter what happens, don’t look back! You keep running for the front gate and climb your little butt over it. Is that clear?”
“Yes and I have to agree my sister isn’t thinking clearly. Okay.”
“Now run!” Natalie said while unlocking and opening the door.
She and Paula took off like thieves in the night who stole a thousand dollars from a convenient store. They ran down the hallway and leaped down the stairs. The ceiling of the mansion was on fire and some parts of the first floor. They made it to the front door and took off towards the gate. Halfway to the front gate, Natalie stopped dead in her tracks. “You keep going. I’m going back for your sister. Climb the fence. If you don’t see us in five minutes, run your little ass off down the block! Okay!” Natalie said and took off towards the house before Paula could even get to respond.
“We are all going to die; we are all going to die!” Leah said while sitting in the bath tub. She looked up to see the flames getting lower and lower as they danced out of control. The ceiling collapsed in. “Ussa!” Leah screamed as pieces of wood fell on top of her and set her on fire. The fire quickly burned through her clothes, and then her skin. “AHAHAHAHAHA!” she hollered as the right side of her body cooked slowly like a roasted chicken. She thought being eating by Brock would be worse than just burning up, but she was wrong. Only a few people die from the smoke and oxygen being sucked out of the air. Those are the lucky ones; but those not so lucky, get to feel every moment as the flames cook their bodies, burning their internal organs to a crisp. “AHAHAHAHA!” Leah screamed as she felt the skin on her stomach being burnt, and then her thighs and between her legs. She tried to reach up under the two by four piece of wood that pinned her in the bathtub to cover her private part, but the flames ate away. “AHAHAHAHAH! ASSHH GGHHHH!” Leah screamed at the top of her lungs and begins to cough. She passed out from the pain.
Leah felt someone grab her by the leg and pulled her out of the bathtub, and then out of the bathroom. Her body was badly burnt all over. She was too weak and burnt to move. When she smiled, it caused her more pain. She was too weak and burnt to move on her own. “I knew in my heart that you and my sister wouldn’t really leave me. I was just scared. I’m sorry I set the fire. And I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you,” Leah said and dosed off, losing consciousness for a second. She wondered why Natalie didn’t say anything or continue to drag her out of the bedroom or the rest of the house. Using the little bit of energy she had left, Leah raised her head and her eyes opened wide as the 450 pound dog stood at the lower half of her body eating big chunks of her thigh as if it were a cooked honey glazed ham.
The smell of Leah’s flesh cooking had sent Brock running upstairs and pulled her out of the bathroom. He took his time swallowing huge chunks of her flesh with a look in his eyes as if she was a Thanksgiving meal.
“AHAHAHA!” Leah screamed weakly.
The sound of her voice annoyed Brock. He opened his mouth and bit off the top part of her head and face just leaving her jaw and mouth attached. Her tongue flicked up and down as if she was trying to speak, but couldn’t.
“Brock!” Natalie screamed as she squeezed the trigger.
The bullet slammed into the meat in his neck and came out the other side. She stood in the bathroom doorway with tears in her eyes, seeing that she didn’t reach Leah in time.
Grrrr! Brock growls and chased her.
“Oh shit!” Natalie said and took off running. She turned around in time to see Brock leap in the air like a giant lion. She grabbed him and turned him around as they went over the stair rail and hit the hard marble floor. Both of them laid there badly hurt on the floor. Breathing hard and only inches away from one another, Natalie aimed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger. Click! Click! She pulled the trigger again and it just made a clicking sound. She checked the gun and the last bullet was jammed. “Noo! Noo! I will not be beat! This is my revenge! No!” Natalie screamed like an insane woman and hopped on top of Brock as if she were sitting on a horse.
She swung with all her might, hitting him in the face with the bottom of the gun. “DIE! DIE! You will never touch me again!” she said with each blow and knocked out three of his teeth.
The house made a weird sound causing her to stop and look up just as the ceiling caved in on top of her and Brock. The house was engulfed in flames.
Paula looked as the house collapsed and knew no one was alive. “Should I go back? No the lady said climb the gate and run,” Paula said to herself. She ran to the gate and was about to climb the iron fence when something told her to stop.
She found a small stick and tossed it at the gate and sparks flew everywhere. The power came back on from the power outage from the storm earlier. Paula dropped to her knees in tears, burying her face in her little palms of her hands. Paula looked up and smiled when she could see fire truck lights and police lights in a distance.
GRRR! GRRR! The sound of growling and heavy breathing on the back of her neck caused her heart to stop beating and every hair strand on her body to stand straight up. Paula slowly crawled forward then looked behind her to see Brock badly burnt and beaten up but looking even scary as ever. Brock’s right eye looked lazy from Natalie beating it in and three of his front teeth were missing, but Paula could have sworn she could see him smiling as he stepped even closer. She closed her eyes preparing for the worse.
“Brock!” Natalie shouted, “It’s me you want. Come get me and leave her alone!” Natalie screamed.
She had made it out of the house. Her left shoulder was dislocated and her face and body looked like she had been in a fist fight with twenty people at the same time. In her right hand, she gripped the clip from the 9mm hand gun. She removed the last bullet and tossed the emptied gun clip to the floor. Brock looked at Paula then at Natalie and knew what he wanted more of. He took off towards Natalie. Natalie ran, but something was wrong with her leg that caused her to limp while running, slowing her down a few steps. She knew in order for her plan to work she had to run faster. She stood a few feet from the gate on the left side of the house.
“Come on, fucker, jump! Leap like you a damn cat,” Natalie said out loud while slowing down and praying that her plan worked. She turned around to see Brock leap up in the air. “Yes!” Natalie said and opened her arms wide as if she was giving him an embraced hug.
Brock knew something was wrong, but it was too late to stop. Flashbacks of Natalie holding him down in the pool played in his mind again and he knew he was fucked. Brock landed in her arms and she used her body weight to push him up against the black iron electric fence. “AHAHAHAHA!” Natalie screamed even though it was his body pressed against the fence. The electric currents traveled through him to her, sending three hundred volts of electricity through both of their bodies. This alone was enough to kill them both if they stayed on the gate too long. Although Natalie wasn’t taking any chances, she stuffed the last bullet that was held tightly in her palm down his throat. “AHAHAHA!” Natalie continued to scream, using her body to pin Brock to the gate. “We both die today,” she said as the electric currents heated up his stomach acids and bullet causing it to explode.
Brock’s stomach busted open like a fat, white head pimple being popped and the white pus gushed out. His body was blown to shreds. The top half of his body landed next to Natalie.
She laid on the ground breathing with shallow breaths and stared into his eyes as they both took their last breath.
Chapter 16
Paula was happy to see the police officer and fireman. She explained the story to them over and over, but they looked at her as if they didn’t believe her. Paula sat in the back of Detective Anderson’s police car crying.
Detective Anderson was a young beautiful woman. “Don’t worry, Paula, I believe you if no one else does,” Detective Anderson said.
Paula looked up from crying. “Thank you,” she mumbled.
“But there is one problem. We found the huge dog’s body. It was like in three pieces and of body parts that he ate. But we didn’t find the body parts of the stranger you said helped you. There was no woman’s body in the yard at all,” said Detective Anderson.
“Is she still alive?” Paula said smiling from ear to ear.
Natalie was badly hurt. She was able to climb the fence before the police showed up. The electric fence died out after the explosion. She limp down the whole block going down the street, looking at cars parked on the street seeing which one of them would be easy for her to steal to get away. She could still hear the sirens behind her. The moon shined bright in the night sky and something caught her attention. A black van pulled up across the street and a tall, stocky man got out of the van. His body seemed to be made of nothing but muscles. He had a dark skin complexion with a trimmed goatee beard. Natalie found him attractive; but as he got closer, she knew something was wrong. His long trench coat whipped around like a cape. She looked closer at his face and his eyes which screamed killer. The long scar running down his cheek seemed familiar to her. The man now stood face to face with her. Natalie never felt so scared in her life. In his eyes, she saw death, murder, pain, and the devil.
“HELP! HELP!” Natalie turned around and took off running up the hill back towards the house and police officers.
The man in all black moved fast and swiftly, grabbing a fistful of her hair. Natalie kicked and screamed. Black Ice grabbed her by her neck and turned her around to face him. His grip was so hard that Natalie felt like she was going to pass out. She felt his juicy lips press against hers and his hand grabbed a hand full of her pussy.
“You killed my dog. Now, you’re my bitch.”
Those were the last words Natalie heard before she felt two hard punches to her temple. Her world went black. She opened her eyes partially to see the van doors shut as she drifted off again and lost consciousness.
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