Chapter 4
“Mom!” I howled, staring at the flayed skin on the stairs, a piece of my world lying like a mask.
I kicked the face away with a brutal, stupid anger.
“You killed my mom! I’ll kill you!” I screamed at the woman as she covered her face with her hands.
My eyes were wild and I kicked her again and again.
Black blood sprayed from her throat and the smell was rancid and chemical.
Down in the building the chopping started again–thud, thud–thud–thud–thud.
I grabbed the peeled skin like it was proof and shoved the woman out of the stairwell, then ran for the sixth floor.
If they wouldn’t let me up there, it meant there was something wrong on the sixth.
They were chopping up something on six–maybe my parents‘ bodies.
I cried as I ran, clutching the skin, bawling like my heart was ripping.
“Mom… I didn’t come back sooner because the plane was expensive… Mom, I’m so sorry…,” I sobbed, and I mean it–my whole world felt like it was falling apart.
A few steps later I was back at 502 and burst through the door.
The man who’d been pretending to be my dad sat there like nothing had happened, calmly reading his paper.
Rage boiled up and I tore the paper from his hands and shoved him over.
He and the couch toppled and he still showed no reaction–just picked up a ripped page like it was a snack and read on.
“Say something! You’re pretty good at playing my dad, aren’t you?” I spat, trembling as I reached for his face, expecting tacks.
There were none.
Maybe it was glue, I thought, confused and furious, and grabbed a kitchen knife and slashed.
The skin on his face tore with a dry sound and blood–real, red–spilled out.
I froze.
“Dad… you’re not dead?” I breathed, because I still wanted things to make sense.
He smiled, sipped his tea, and kept reading the paper like any normal, maddening father.
“Dad!” I shouted, shaking him until I thought my hands would break.
“Mom’s dead! That woman cut her skin off and pretended to be her–call the police!” I begged, thrusting the mask at him.
He opened his mouth and pointed to it slowly.
Confused, I looked down.
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Chapter 4
His mouth was empty–behind two rows of huge yellow teeth there was only a half bitten, bloody tongue left.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
