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Andrew notices she had a glimpse as he turns and stares at her whilst she makes intense contact to her phone, oblivious to the fact that he’s even looking her way. He grits his teeth as he shows a dopey love look on his face, curious to what she is looking at. Almost like he suspects her to be talking to someone he dislikes or may be a threat.
Rolling his eyes as he removes his feet off of the coffee table intensely, he groans out, “Ehh,” as he grabs the creamy coloured lounge cushion from his left. Bringing it under his right arm so he can rest on it, he lightly lays his head down on his right arm and closes his eyes, and drifts off to sleep after a big feed. Amanda looks over at him drifting off to sleep—and smiles.
Getting up, placing her mobile phone on the coffee table, she grabs the TV remote and turns the volume right down. Putting the TV remote back down on the table, she walks quietly holding her left arm up across her chest as she clears her hair from her face with left hand. Walking along the hallway to Andrew’s bedroom, she opens the door, walks in and grabs his blanket off the bed. With a bit of a wreath the blanket comes off his bed as she drags the blanket to the lounge room and places it gently over Andrew’s body, giving him a little ‘tuck in’ for comfort. Amanda then continues her way back to the lounge she was sitting on and sits back down.
Picking up her mobile phone again off the table, pressing the home button and sliding her screen across, she punches in her pin code to enter her phone. Scrolling through her applications, she opens Facebook back up and scrolls down the news feed and has a little giggle at one of the statuses she sees from one of her other friends. Then she signs out.
At Marnie and Clifford’s house, after Marnie looks over the plans that he had brought home for her whilst he goes to the toilet. She picks up the card again, looking at it with spite as she picks up the envelope it came in. She goes to place the card back in it. As she struggles to put it back in, Marnie angrily shouts, “Oh, this fucking damn thing! It won’t go back in!” Silence drew for a few seconds as she notices another piece of paper in it. Pulling the piece of paper out, she chokes up, “What the fuck is this?” as she struggles and scrabbles it open, it read:
“Dear Marnie and Lucas. I want you to know, although I have gone, I still love you both very dearly. Marnie please look after Lucas and do right with the money I have left you, go and see my lawyer over there in Australia. You know which one. I hope you are well… love to you both xoxo mwah!”
With that being said, Marnie giggles a little with delight. Her mother has no idea what a cold-hearted bitch she really is. Above the intention Marnie now has, after seeing that her mother has left herself and Lucas a sum of money yet to be found out, she is delighted. She shoves the card and letter from her mother back into the envelope. In a hurry, she gets up off the couch and lifts the cushion she’s sitting on, and places the envelope under the cushion. Then places the cushion back down and sits back on it.
Casually waiting, bringing her hands together in front of her, resting her arms on her thighs, Marnie starts playing with her fingers as she hears the toilet flush and the door open. Clifford makes his way down the hallway after washing his hands and enters the lounge room. Clifford, with a questionable expression on his face asks Marnie, “Have you, by any chance, called Peter yet?”
Marnie gives him a thoughtless look as she replies blandly, “No, why?”
Clifford grabbles, jiggling the bottom of his chin, “Oh, okay,” continuing with an expression of importance in his speech, “You know why?”
She brings her right arm up to her face, put her index finger to the bottom of her chin with her thumb to the right side of her face, with the rest of her fingers curled into her palm looking at Clifford, Marnie continues, “It’ll come to me, I’m sure, and I’ll give him a call…”
Clifford drops the subject of Peter as he continues asking another question, “So what would you like for dinner, my dear? I’m heading to the shops to pick out something.”
Marnie happily suggests, as she’s still looking up at Clifford, gesturing as she brings her right hand into her left palm, facing down, “Grab some veggies, potatoes and uncooked chicken and bread crumbs, we already have eggs so don’t worry about them.”
Clifford, thrilled, grows a smile as he continues glancing at Marnie, “Sure thing. Can’t wait for your crumbed chicken! I bloody love it!” Then Clifford walks over to the coffee table in front of Marnie.
Off goes Clifford, grabbing his keys from the table in front of Marnie and smiling gracefully as he heads out the front door and to his car.
Minutes go by as Amanda sits on the couch in contemplation, obliviously scrolling through her Facebook. Not even noticing if anything is okay, she pours her interests into thinking all about Andrew, ’Oh, how life would be with him. As Amanda’s obliviousness turns into a daydream of her own thoughts of this particular situation:
Andrew in a romantic manner, whispers in my ear, “Oh baby, I love you,” as he holds both of his hands on my thighs, thrusting them towards his body, giving sigh of sexual intention as he goes in for a kiss. At this point, I feel wanted and I want to take it further, as I back myself up onto him, holding my left hand on his back side, ‘keeping him into it’, my right hand gently against the left side of his warm face, as I move it around the back of his head, I let out a little, “Uhh.” He continues pashing me as we bring ourselves even closer to each other. Then he pulls away a little and throws me onto the bed. Pulling down my jeans then my underwear, he kisses my inner thigh as I noise out the sexual intensity whilst rubbing my upper body, “Uhh, Andrew.” He pulls away as he undoes his zipper on his jeans, glancing into my eyes with sexual intent. He smiles distinctively as he pulls out a knife, climbs on top of me and stabs me in the chest as I gasp in horror “Uh!” for each stab.
Waking up in horror and shock, she picks up her phone from the lounge beside her, as she had let it slip out of her hands whilst she was daydreaming. Putting her hands to her face in shock, she whispers, “Oh, what am I doing? This isn’t right!” as she stands up and grabs her over coat from the couch beside her and walks towards the front door.
Opening the front door, she hears a cry from behind, “Baby, what are you doing?” as he continues with a disrupted, upset voice, “I’m sorry, please don’t leave me.” Amanda turns to see the sorry and upset look on his face as he holds his blanket around him in shame. Amanda closes the door and walks over to him to give him a hug as she says doubtingly, “I wouldn’t walk out on you!” An image from her daydream flashes in her head, second guessing, Amanda looks at Andrew with a smile, as she gulps and welcomes him to go to bed, “let’s go to bed, we need to get some rest.” Andrew silently agrees as he stands up holding his blanket; they both walk to his bedroom and close the door behind them.
Chapter Eight
Broken Link
After being dropped off by the taxi at the desired location where I had left my car. I approach my car and notice graffiti, and that my car had been completely vandalised with it. I let out a sniffle as I turn my nose up to the fact that my car had been vandalised, Pulling out my keys. Jumbling through them, I unlock my car. Opening the car door, I hop in and put the key in the ignition to start it up.
Changing the gear lever from ‘park’ to ‘reverse’ with my left hand, I reverse out of the parking spot, almost coming to a complete stop. I then put it into ‘drive’ and take off, exiting the driveway turning right. I come to a red light, after about twenty seconds or so and make another right turn and make my way back home as I need to pick up a few things.
After the short drive from where I had left my car, I finally made it home after being away for a little while; I notice the grass is a little longer and damn kids have littered in my yard. I’m not one for being frisky, but I’m on the edge and I can’t help feeling so numb, especially with all that has happened. Anyway, pulling out my keys and jumbling through them, I get the front door key and put it into the lock and open my front door.
Walking
in, I dump my keys on the lounge and think, Fuck it, I’m going to make a coffee. Humming along as I pick up the kettle and place it in the sink under the tap and turning the tap on, I fill up the kettle about halfway and turn the tap off. Removing the kettle from under the sink, I place it onto its base and turn it on to boil.
Whilst the kettle is boiling, I reach down to the drawers under where I keep the cutlery and pull open the drawer. As I pull the drawer open, I reach into it and pick out the garbage bags. Pulling a couple of sheets off, I drop the roll of garbage bags back into the drawer and use my left foot to close it. Ripping off one of the garbage bags, I open it up, with a bit of a shake. Holding it in my left hand, I open the freezer and see all the chicken, beef and chops that I haven’t gotten much time to eat and place them all into the garbage bag and then tie it.
Getting another garbage bag, as the kettle comes to boil, I open the pantry and start shoving the cans of food and baked beans and random items into the bag. While doing so, I think; After all, my mouth isn’t the only one I’ve got to feed. As soon as I place the bag full of pantry items next to the bag full of refrigerator and freezer items, the pantry bag splits. Being frustrated already, I just leave it and grab a coffee mug from out of the cupboard above the kettle on the bench, and a teaspoon from the cutlery drawer and spoon out two spoons of coffee and one of sugar, and then pour the hot water in to give it a stir. Afterwards, throwing the teaspoon into the sink, I go to sit down on the couch next to where I threw my keys.
Sipping my coffee, I recollect to myself. Whilst doing this I reach down into my right pocket as I felt an object in there. Pulling out this object, it turns out to be a packet of cigarettes, with a lighter inside the packet. Stupidly, I pull out a cigarette, placing it in my mouth and using the lighter to ignite it. Drawing back intensely, I think to myself; there’s nothing like having a cigarette with your coffee! As I sip away at my coffee and continue dragging on my cigarette, I stare at my TV and begin laughing. About a minute or so goes by as I finish my coffee and place the cup onto the coffee table, then make myself more comfortable on my couch. I begin dazing away thinking about what I’m going to do when I get back to the warehouse.
Then a eureka moment came upon me when I realise what I could do to feed the three men that were down in the basement of the warehouse once my little operation has started up. Man, oh man, it’s going to be like a circle. Now, I’m not crazy, many people would look at what I’m planning and assume so right away—but I’m not crazy! I’ve just had enough! I’ve had enough of the disrespect, the teasing, and the feeling of being left out. And now I will be noticed by each and every one of them! They won’t know it until they see it first-hand. They can call me crazy all they want then; my payback will be so sweet.
Getting up off the couch, keeping my train of thoughts afloat, I pick up my keys off the lounge and dump the rest of my coffee down the drain and place my coffee cup in the sink. Reaching down to the drawer with the garbage bags in it, I pull out two more and re-bag then double bag the pantry and fridge items. Picking both bags up, I walk out the door. Using my left foot, I close the door, and then make my way to the car. Opening the rear passenger door, I place both bags of items in the back and close the door, then made my way to the driver’s door. Hopping into the car, I start it up and reverse out of the driveway and onto the main road. From there I make my way back up to the warehouse.
A few hours go by as I travel. I come to the entry of the property, which is now mine and make my way down the corrugated road to park up. As I get out, I notice, when I drove past the service station I called the taxi at, just a little bit up the road I had left the truck and walked away—though when I drove back past not too long ago the truck was gone. Thinking wisely; I hope there is no trace of me being in the truck. Though I did clean it thoroughly and I did put a plastic bag over the seat and floor, and I used the garden gloves that were in the shed, so I should be alright.
Opening the rear door, I grab the two bags and proceed to take them inside the warehouse as I kick the rear door close and made my way to the warehouse door and walk in, saying in an optimistic and sarcastic tone, “Oh boys! I’m home!” As I drop the bags and slam the warehouse door closed, it echoes. I turn on the lights as they had automatically turned off.
Pulling out the chicken from the refrigerator bag and baked beans from the pantry bag, I back up to where I turned the lights on and grab a portable blowtorch with gas still left in it, which is sitting on the shelf that contained the light switches. I walk around to the door that leads down to the basement with the chicken, baked beans and blowtorch in hand. Once I get to the bottom, dropping the chicken and baked beans on the ground as I turn on the light switch to the three men cursing at me. Laughing it off, I pick up the chicken and baked beans and slap the chicken down in front of each of them on the table.
Giggling freakishly, I put the baked beans down on the table and grab out my pocketknife to open the can. Pouring the baked beans onto the uncooked chicken, one of the men makes a smart remark, “Oh, you don’t think we are going to eat uncooked chicken, do ya?”
Looking up gracefully, I tilted my head to the left, as I whisper temperamentally, “You’ll eat whatever I fucking give you!”
Charles replies absurdly, “You will cook it for us, ’cause you can’t give us uncooked chicken!”
In return, I walk around to him on the opposite side of the table and sit on the table right beside him, facing him. I pick up his piece of chicken and smell it, then lick it from top to bottom, then shove it into his open smart-ass mouth and raise my voice angrily, “Eat it doggy, eat your fuckin’ food!” as I keep a hold of the raw chicken as it filled his mouth. He began to splatter, cough and choke.
The other two men were yelling, “Stop it! He’s choking, man! Fuckin’ stop it!” Releasing my hand from his mouth, he spits it out and chokes up a few more coughs. Still giggling, I make my way to the other side of the table where I first was. Shoving the baked beans over the chicken, I pamper charmingly, “There’s your food. Enjoy it.” I grin with contempt and grab the blowtorch and as I cough out in a smart-arse tone, “You know, I was going to partially cook it for you,” as I held the blowtorch up and lit it. Then I continue, “But you wanted it your way, so enjoy.” I then made my way up the stairs leading back up to the warehouse.
Walking up the stairs, the three of them, Charles, Jackson and Bill, continue screaming out profanities. Bill, in a high-pitched voice, screams, “What the fuck man. You can’t do this to us!”
Charles angrily yells, “Come back here so I can shove raw, filthy chicken down your throat!” continuing with a dry throat, “You wanker!”
Jackson splurges out in a fearful, frustrated tone, “Don’t leave us here, let us go! We need real food and we have families man!” continuing as his voice breaks in fear and saliva dripping down from his mouth, “Please don’t do this! Don’t leave us down here.”
Closing the door as I reach inside the warehouse from the basement, strolling down to the door where I dropped off the metal pieces for my planning. Making it here, I have a quick look at what I have. One by one, I go through them all, measuring portions of them up. Time crept past as it came time to feed, what I refer to as ‘the mutts,’ down in the basement.
Before I go to grab food for them, I take note of what I measured up and accounted for and write it down on a piece of paper I had handy, sitting on top of one of the piles of pieces of metal I had. Adding in the measurements and the amounts, I then place the piece of paper back on top of the pile or mixed sized metal pieces I had, that are on the left side on the loading door.
Walking back over to the bags of food I had grabbed, I got a can of diced tomatoes and some leftover beef I had cooked previous to everything that had happened. Heading to the entry door to the basement, I made my way down the stairs to Bill, Charles and Jackson and kindly enough gave them my leftover cooked beef with the can of diced tomatoes to supplement them. Bill had eaten half of the chicken
I had left, so I guess he is a tad hungry, although I did leave them for quite a few hours, I guess. Without much to say, a graceful silence occurs as I place the cooked beef and open the canned diced tomatoes for them, placing it in front of them. Speaking gracefully enough, Charles looks up with delight and thanks me, “Thank you,” as he smiles and leans over the table and starts to eat using his mouth, as all three men are tied to their chairs.
For some reason, suspicion crosses my mind as they were not talkative. They were very shallow and delightfully thankful. But then again, at the same time they could just be tired or suffering from nausea or simply didn’t have the energy. Either way, I am still suspicious, but just playing oblivious, as I do feel something is up.
With a smug look and nothing to comment back to the three men, I make my way back up the flight of stairs into the warehouse. As I reach the top of the stairs, looking from the near front of the warehouse I notice the lights had turned off. Frustrated at this point, I make my way around to the light switches and notice a little box there beside the switches. Out of curiosity, I open the little box. Lo and behold! There is the light time-out dial. Having a closer look, I see that it is a little knob reading from five minutes to eighteen hours. Then next to the timing dial, there’s an ‘on/off’ switch, I assume for the timing. Flicking the switch from ‘off’ to ‘on’, all the lights began turning on. Enjoying the thudding noise from each row off lights turning on, I decide to stand there and watch for a bit.
After all the lights have turned on, I begin making my way down to my stock of metal to finish counting and writing down what I have. Which, with no doubt, took me a hell of a long time. By that time, I grab all the pieces of paper with the count and description of everything. Walking back up to the front of the warehouse, placing them on the chair I have beside the front door.