Page 2 of Relentless Queen
“Lux, are you excited for your big eighteenth birthday?” Dad asks with a smile on his face.
“Of course, I am.” The smile on my face grows by the minute.
“Why is that, darling?” Mom asks me.
“I get a car, duh.” We all start laughing. I love hearing them laugh.
“Okay, okay. Are you almost ready to head home?” Mom asks, finishing up her pizza.
“Yeah. I’m full and ready to sleep. I’ll just ask for a box. So I can have a snack later.”
“You and your snacks.” Mom laughs as she shakes her head.
“Lux, you got any plans this weekend?” Dad asks.
“I was planning on going to the mall tomorrow.”
“Hmm. I need to head out of town. So make sure you stay in contact with your mother.” He says it with a stern look.
“Okay.” Packing away my extra slices into the white foam container.
We pull into the driveway of our house, step out of the car, and head toward the front door. I put the food away, say good night to Mom and Dad, and go to my room. After a quick shower, I climb into my big, comfy bed and drift off to sleep.
Why is it so cold in here? Did mom forget to adjust the temperature again?
Removing the blankets, I rise from bed and head to the door. I check the temperature. It's set at seventy-four degrees. Why is it so cold in here?
I turn it up to seventy-eight and head back towards my room. Right before I walk into my room, I hear a crash. I stand, listening for a few minutes. A strange voice catches my attention.
“Kill them all. I’ll make an example of him for trying to fuck me over.”
Whoever the voice is coming from sounds sick, like his nose is clogged.
What the fuck! Mom and Dad’s room is at the other end of the hallway, and there’s no way I can get to them.
Rushing into my room, closing my door quietly, and locking it. I grab my cell phone and head over to the wall of mirrors that hides my safe room. I dial my dad’s number. He always answers his phone.
It just rings and rings; fuck, he’s not picking up! I slide my hand along the mirror, finding the button I need as I dial my dad’s cell again—still nothing. What am I going to do?
Then I hear a shrill scream.
Mom? Please don’t let that be her; please don’t hurt her. Fuck!
By pushing the button, the door opens. Stepping in and locking it behind me, I hit the silent alarm switch on the wall. Please let them get here quickly.
I was walking over to the TV, turning it on, and impatiently waiting for the cameras to come up on the display. I quickly searched the live feed for my parents. Of course, I don’t have access to their room. Dad said it would be an invasion of their privacy. I feel my heart rate pick up as sweat drips down my forehead. Where are they? Then I see my mom running down the hall towards my room. Fuck, I locked the door! Before she can reach my door, she is snatched by her hair and held against a masked figure. He places a knife in her throat. Please, no! Please, God, don’t let him hurt my mom!
“Please don’t hurt my daughter!” she screams at him. “Please! She’s innocent. You can do anything to me, except for her!”
“That’s not up to you now, is it, Sarai?” comes the voice of another masked person walking towards them.
How many are there? What’s taking the police so long? Where is my dad?
“Tomas! Tomas!” she screams.
“He’s not coming. He currently cannot speak with all the gagging on dick he’s doing,” the man chuckles.
Now, let's go see your daughter. Maybe I can make her gag like her daddy,” he says, both men laughing. My mom cries harder.
