Page 39 of Unhinged Kallie

“Carter, stop panicking, he doesn’t know anything, but if you go down there looking like that, he definitely will. I still don’t know why you think he would care anyway.” She crossed her arms, giving me her best indignant eye roll.

“You’re not a dad. You wouldn’t get it.”

“Neither are you unless there’s something I don’t know,” she said, her voice suddenly as menacing as her father’s.

“No, of course not. It’s just different for dads. I better get down there before he looks for me and finds you in my room.”

Jogging down the stairs, I knew Kallie would follow, and I wanted to tell her to stay upstairs. If I was going to die, I didn’t want her to watch. If she enjoyed it, my heart would be crushed.

“What took you so long,” Cain asked as I walked into the kitchen, and just like all the other times he asked me something, my mind went blank.

“I….”

“He was talking to me. I was upset about what happened at school and his three-week suspension. Dad, it’s not fair. That guy tried to shove me in a locker, and I defended myself. Look.” Kallie pointed to her cheek. “I still have finger marks.”

“Yes, I’m aware, and I’ve talked the school into a week’s suspension. You are allowed to play in your combine held at the school next week as long as you only arrive on the property with the rest of the guys and then leave with them when it’s done.”

My mouth fell open. “What? Are you serious?”

Cain looked around the kitchen. “Why do people ask me that? Do I seem like the joking type?”

“No, no sir, you don’t. I’m just in disbelief. How did you manage that,” I asked, my heart soaring with relief that not only was he not going to cut my cock off, but he’d fixed this for me.

“It pays to know things. Both of you would do well to remember that,” Cain winked as Kallie hugged him.

“Thank you, thank you for making this right. You aren’t pulling me out of school, are you?”

“No, but I was thinking we’d go get some ice cream and maybe canvas the principal’s home,” Cain said. Kallie screamed and jumped up and down.

“Are we going to kill him? He’s a jerk dad, can we please?”

“Not tonight, but I like to survey any potential targets. If he goes back on his word, I will be paying him a visit.”

“Oh, I’m so excited. I’ll go get changed.” Kallie bolted out of the kitchen, and I was left staring at Cain. Getting ice cream, I was down with. Stalking my principal not so much, but I wouldn’t say no.

“Thanks for helping out.”

“It’s what Kirby would’ve wanted, and I like that you protected Kallie. I always knew you were the right person for the job.” My jaw dropped again as he walked out. “I’ll be in the car waiting.” That was the closest thing to a compliment I’d ever received, and it felt fucking good.

Chapter Fifteen

KALLIE

Troy wandered up the hallway, football uniform on and holding thermoses. I opened my locker and let him put them inside.

“That enough,” he asked.

“It will be. I’ve already calculated the math with the gallon size of the tubs.”

“I have to admit, cuz, this is an ingenious idea. I kinda wish I’d thought of it,” Troy said. “You planning on telling Carter or your dad?”

“No, and I want you to keep quiet as well. This is my thing, my revenge.” I looked at the bottom of my locker. There were five thermoses that I’d collected over the last couple of days.

“Alright, let the fun begin.” Troy smiled that eerily similar smile to my dad’s before he walked away. I wondered if other schools had this many killers, or was it just something in the water around here? It made me wonder how many more of us there were.

“Hey Troy?”

“Yeah.” He turned around but continued to walk backward.