Page 46 of Unhinged Kallie
I was done waiting around and officially took back what I said. I wasn’t fine with him dating, and Carter couldn’t ignore me anymore.
Closing the door quietly, I ran to the back of the house and watched him walk out the front door a few minutes later, smirking as he drove away. Okay, Carter, game on.
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CARTER
“Shit!” I swore and slammed my hand off the steering wheel. I hated upsetting Kallie. I hated hurting her even more, but every time we started to get close, I heard her father’s warning.
“My Sunshine and Angel are the only two things that matter to me. If you ever do anything to hurt either of them, it will be the last thing you ever do.”
How was I supposed to forget that? The look in his eyes had been carved into the back of my eyelids, so even in sleep, I saw his face. I couldn’t do anything without his warning ringing in my mind, and I could picture him sitting on the deck, whittling his newest sculpture, thinking about the best way to cut me up. Why did a serial killer start carving little wooden things? They were never anything normal, like an animal or something pretty. No, they were decapitated bodies and eyeballs. I knew why. It was his way of silently warning me that if I touched Kallie, I wouldn’t live to see another day.
As I pulled up to Heather’s house, she waved from her front door, hopping in a minute later.
“Hey, how are you,” I asked, not really caring as I put the truck in drive.
“Are you not going to kiss me?”
“It’s our third date. I usually go on the date first, then the kiss, but who am I to argue?” I leaned across the seat, and Heather grabbed my face like she wanted to devour me instead of kiss me.
“What is that,” she asked, looking at the backseat.
I glanced in the back, but all I saw was my sweater balled up. “My sweater.”
“No, that.” She pointed at something I couldn’t see from my angle. Reaching over the seat, she grabbed the edge of my sweater and pulled. A second later, I was cringing and covering my ears as she screamed like I was trying to attack her. She looked at me, looked in the backseat, and, still hysterical, smacked me across the face before jumping out of the truck and running into the house, shrieking the entire way.
“What in the actual fuck?”
Turning in my seat, I looked back and saw an eyeless pig head. I tried to contain myself but burst out laughing.
“I knew Kallie gave up way too easily. Fine….” I laughed until tears rolled down my cheeks and my stomach ached. Okay, I was fucked in the head. “This is very Lord of the Flies of you, Trouble. I’m impressed.”
Still chuckling, I put the truck in drive but only made it to the end of the street before being surrounded by three cop cars. Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
“Turn off the vehicle and get out with your hands up.” A speaker boomed with a man’s voice. Lights were trained on me, along with guns, and the situation was suddenly not as funny. Fucking Heather called the cops.
I pushed the button on my window. “What is going on?”
“Get out of the vehicle now.” Fuck me.
“I need to undo my seatbelt,” I yelled out the window.
“Do it slowly.”
Holy fuck, I was going to get shot over a pig’s head. I did as the officer said and moved slowly to undo my seatbelt before putting both my empty hands out of the window.
“I’m coming out.”
The moment I was out of the vehicle, two officers grabbed me and slammed me down on the ground face-first. My knee screamed at the sudden abuse on the pavement, and I knew I never wanted to see old, chewed gum up that close again.
“What is this all about,” I tried asking, but no one seemed to want to give any answers as they flung open my back door.
“What the hell?” I looked up at the man talking, who seemed to be in charge. “Get him up.”
I was promptly hauled to my feet, but my knee made me cringe. It had healed quickly, but still couldn’t take a hit without barking at me. The guy pointed to the pig head that he held up by the ears.
“It’s a pig,” I said and suddenly realized the irony of this moment. Apparently, he did as well and narrowed his eyes.
