Page 89 of Unhinged Kallie

“She was bullying you, Talon. She was smacking you around, and she had no right to touch you.” I snarled, still not loosening my hold. I flushed the toilet again, and Lisa’s struggles lessened.

“I know, but killing her is not the answer. Oh my god, we’ll go to prison.”

“No, we won’t,” I said flatly and stared at my cousin’s horrified face as she stared at Lisa. She didn’t seem as terrified of the situation as I figured she would be, giving me a glimmer of hope for her.

When Lisa finally fell still, I kept her head in the toilet and let my heart rate settle from the thrill of the kill. Fuck that felt good. I really needed that today.

Using my toe, I lifted the seat and positioned Lisa so she was over the bowl like she’d been puking, and put her other arm so it rested on the handle.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god. Is she dead?”

“No, she just decided to hang out with her face in the toilet for a good time.”

I really shouldn’t be a sarcastic jerk to Talon. It wasn’t her fault her parents elected to keep her in the dark. “Actually, she’s not dead…yet, but she is close to death.” There was a distinction, and I needed her heart beating.

Walking over to my backpack, I pulled out my black gloves, a pen, and a piece of paper. I quickly wrote, ‘I’m sorry,’ before pulling out a black case that looked like it would hold pens. Talon was just standing there, seemingly in shock.

“I can’t believe you did this.”

“Would it shock you more or less to find out that not only is she, not my first kill, but your father is a serial killer?”

Her face blanched, and I thought for sure she would pass out as her eyes lifted to mine.

“You’re lying.”

“Am I? So is your brother and Bo and my dad. You fucking live with multiple serial killers and never had a clue. Where do you think Troy and Bo go with your dad every weekend? I hope you don’t think they were playing Brokeback Mountain.”

“No, I don’t believe you.”

“You don’t have to believe me. Go home and ask for yourself. It’s time you knew the truth of who you are.” Unzipping the pouch, I pulled out a loaded syringe of heroin. It was a lethal dose I kept on hand for emergencies.

“What is that?”

“Heroin.”

“You carry heroin around with you at school?”

“Why not? It would be a pain in the ass to need it and not have it on me.” Squatting down, used her hand to put finger prints on the needle, I tied off her arm, inserted the needle, and pushed the plunger. I left her just like that and put the case away before grabbing my cleaning supplies.

Talon watched me as I cleaned every surface that either she or I touched.

“Okay, done. You ready to go?”

She pointed to Lisa. “You’re just going to leave her like that?”

“I was planning on taking her out for a burger and fries, but the bitch is rude and won’t answer me.” Talon crossed her arms. “Of course, I’m leaving her like that. It’s called staging. By the time someone finds her, her hair will be dry, and they will think she overdosed.”

I tossed everything into my backpack and pulled out an ‘Out of order’ sign before zipping it up. Then, I slipped the chain with the school’s master key over my head. I always wore it, just in case.

“We need to go. You can talk to your parents when you get home and struggle with your morals later.”

She closed her eyes and covered her mouth. I wasn’t sure if she was going to cry or puke.

“Don’t you dare. You can breakdown later, but right now, you’re going to put a fucking smile on your face and walk out of this school with me like it is any other day. Do you understand?”

She nodded and wiped her eyes with her sweater. “Good.”

Unlocking the door, I peeked into the hallway, and all was clear. We stepped out, and I used the key to lock the bathroom door.