Apocalyptic Visions Super Boxset (144 page)

Half the crew was outside the motel. After Garrett’s Wake most people slept where they fell. Jake, at least, had made it into his room.

Open pill bottles littered the floor. Cigarette butts overflowed out of an ashtray. Jake lay passed out on the bed, still wearing all of his clothes. A pistol was on the pillow next to him.

He moaned when he woke up. He cracked his neck as he stood up. The room was hot, musty, and filthy. He flung the door open to let some air in and stumbled over to the mirror above the kitchen sink.

Jake rubbed his hands across the growing stubble on his chin. His eyes were bloodshot red. He picked up some of the pills lying on the floor and washed it down with a swig of beer from a bottle left unfinished.

He sat on the carpet, leaning his head back against the bed, taking sips of beer. His long hair, dirty and matted, stuck to his face. He ran his hands through it a few times trying to tame it, but was unsuccessful.

His mind was still gone from the night before. He hoped the oxy he just took would cause the jackhammer in his brain to shut off, at least for a few minutes. He waited for the drugs to take over so he could go to sleep.

Jake looked at the room. The sheets were torn off the other bed. Dirt, pill bottles, beer cans, and half-smoked cigarettes lined the floor. He dug into his pocket and pulled a pack of smokes out.

When he flipped the lid of the pack open he saw that he only had two left. He pulled one out, flicked the lighter and lit the tip. The first drag was always the best. He let the smoke and heat fill his lungs, then released it in one long exhale.

“Like a fucking dragon,” Jake said.

Once the nicotine and oxy started to fill his bloodstream the headache subsided. He tucked the cigarette into the side of his mouth and stepped outside.

Whatever food they were able to salvage from the grocery they’d piled up in the main lobby behind the front desk. There were boxes of food packed with canned goods. He grabbed a hostess cake and ripped the bag open. He stuffed the pie into his mouth and in two bites it was gone.

He ripped a Gatorade out of its plastic ring older and chugged half the bottle. The yellow liquid dribbled down his chin. He gave a few throaty coughs and then headed back out to the courtyard where most of his crew was still passed out.

Jake saw Frankie sprawled out on the edge of the fountain in the middle of the courtyard. Jake kicked Frankie’s boot. Frankie didn’t move. Jake sent his toe harder in the side of Frankie’s leg, shaking his whole body.
“Wake up, asshole,” Jake said.

Frankie moaned. He jerked his head up. He squinted his eyes open and put his hand up to shield them from the sun.

“What?” Frankie asked.

“Where’s the girl?”

It took Frankie a minute to process what Jake had told him. Jake kicked him again, impatiently.

“I don’t know, man. I think she’s still in my room,” Frankie said.

“Wake up the rest of the boys and have them meet us in your room then.”

Jake and his boys killed everyone in town they could find. The only souls that got away from them, were the three girls that Frankie let escape. Jake had thought about who could have killed Garrett and he still wanted justice. He would find the people that murdered his brother and make them pay.

He didn’t think the girls had any weapons on them to kill Garrett with, and Jake had also considered that it could have been a drifter passing through, but he wanted to narrow the field of who to hunt down, and he had a good idea to determine if it was the girls who did it.

Jake allowed his boys to keep the mother around. It was a good… stress-reliever for them. They needed to let off some steam from time to time and she reluctantly provided the services to do so.

Jake pushed the door to Frankie’s room open and she lay naked on the bed. Her wrists were tied to the headrest. Black and blue bruises spotted her legs and neck. Her eyes had opened at the sound of the door.

The bed next to the one she was lying on had some crumpled sheets. Jake tore one off and placed it over her body, covering her up. Unlike the rest of his crew, he hadn’t touched her.

The cigarette Jake had was down to a nub, so he dropped it to the carpet, putting it out with the toe of his boot. He pulled out the cigarette from his pack and lit it. He took a drag and sat down on the bed across from her. He just sat there, smoking and staring at her.

Her lower lip was cut and swollen, her mangled hair half-fell over her face, partly hiding her eyes from view. She tried to shift her body under the sheets, and in doing so, the top part of the sheet fell away, exposing one of her breasts.

Jake leaned forward reaching his hand out. Her body shuddered as she recoiled trying to escape his touch, but he pulled the sheet back up, covering her.

She started breathing heavy. Jake took another drag from the smoke, watching her examine him. Trying to understand why he was here.

“Let me go,” she said.

Jake tapped the end of his cigarette. The bits of grey ash fell to the carpet and on top of his boot.

“What’s your name?” Jake asked.

Her voice was barely above a whisper when she spoke. The name came out in hushed breaths.

“Hannah,” she said.

“Hannah. A beautiful name,” Jake said.

Jake took another drag on the cigarette. The smoke began to cloud his face from her view. It became thick and heavy in the room. She coughed a little.

“Have you had anything to drink or eat?” Jake asked.

“No.”

Jake rose from the bed and left the room, just as Frankie and a few of the others were stumbling in.

“The rest wouldn’t budge, Jake. Everybody’s passed out stone cold. It got wild last night,” Frankie said.

“Search the rooms. Look for any women’s clothing and bring it to me. Nobody touches her this morning. Just drop the stuff off.”

“Yeah, sure, no problem, Jake,” Frankie said.

Jake headed back up to the motel lobby, grabbed a box of peanut butter crackers, two bottles of water, and a Gatorade. When he returned to the room he saw that the men were waiting outside.

“Everybody leave,” Jake said, pushing past them and entering the room.

His crew scattered, most of them stumbling back to bed. When Jake entered he saw a line of pants, blouses, and shirts on the dresser. He set the crackers and Gatorade next to them and walked over to the side of the bed. He bent down intimately close to her. He placed his hand gently on her face and brushed the hair out of her eyes. He held her small chin in his hand.

“I’m going to untie you. If you do anything stupid I’ll bring everyone in here and every single one of my men will fuck you. Do you understand me?” Jake asked.

She nodded her head. Jake reached up and untied the rope binding her to the bed. Red lines marked her wrists made by the rope she desperately struggled against to free herself. Jake tossed her the clothes.

“Once you change I have some food for you,” Jake said pointing to the peanut butter crackers on the dresser.

“The bathroom’s over there. Come out when you’re done,” he said.

Hannah clutched the sheet to her chest and picked up the clothes Jake had thrown her. She walked to the bathroom and shut the door. A few minutes later she came out wearing a shirt that was a few sizes too large and a pair of baggy jeans. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and walked to the dresser. Her hands shook when she picked up the box of crackers. She tried opening one of the packs, but was too weak to do it.

Jake grabbed the pack from her hand and ripped one end of the plastic open. He extended his hand, offering it to her. His hand lingered in the air for a moment before she took it. The first cracker went to her lips slow, but she brought the rest to her mouth greedily. She grabbed the bottle of water and chugged it down, coughing a bit from drinking too fast.

Once she was finished with one pack she tore open another one and devoured it, continuously sipping water while she did.

Jake sat on the bed across from her patiently waiting for her to finish. Once she was done he leaned forward, his hands folded together.

“What were you and your family doing here?” Jake asked.

“Vacation,” she said.

“Where are you from?”

“California.”

Hannah’s eyes watered. The swollen lip started to quiver. Her head dropped and then she started nodding.

“What did your husband do?” Jake asked.

Hannah wiped her eyes on the shirtsleeves and rubbed her nose clean of any snot dribbling down.

“H-He was a financial investor.”

“And what were you guys doing in Ohio on your vacation?”

“We were doing a cross-country trip. My h-husband and I wanted o-our girls to see the country.”

Jake could see her barely holding it together. Her whole body was shaking. She was tired and afraid. She had no idea where her girls were and no husband. Jake knew, just as she did, that her life was over.

“What you did to save your girls was courageous, Hannah. You’re a very brave woman. Frankie would have raped all of them,” Jake said.

Jake stood up and paced the room. He ran his hands through his matted hair.

“You see Frankie’s different than I am. He lacks a certain amount of control. He’s more animal than man. He’s vicious, dangerous, manipulative, and angry. Whatever he wants he takes. He doesn’t care who gets hurt along the way. Now, you add him to this type of climate where everything is chaos? Where there’s no law, no rules, no decency? Well… This is a world he was made for and he’ll live for a very, very long time.”

Hannah had pulled her legs and arms in and formed herself into a ball sitting on the bed. Jake looked at her curled up, retreating into herself.

“With the way things are now people like you and your husband will die. People like your daughters will die. You and your family don’t have what it takes to survive in this type of world. You don’t know how to flip that switch on that transforms you into someone like Frankie.”

Jake joined her on the bed. Hannah jumped back, recoiling when he sat next to her. A few stray strands of hair had escaped her ponytail. He smoothed them out with his hand. Hannah flinched, her eyes closing when he touched her.

“One of my men was killed yesterday. Now, the only people that made it out of here alive when we showed up were your girls. Do you think their survival switch flipped on? Do you think that after seeing their mother raped in front of them and the fear of knowing they would be next finally caused them to see the world for what it really is? What it’s always been?”

“They wouldn’t hurt anyone,” Hannah said.

Her voice was shaking as she said it. Jake could hear the effort put forth in being strong, but she was betrayed by her emotions.

“And that’s why you won’t make it, Hannah. Just like your husband you don’t understand what people are really capable of,” Jake said

***

“How’s he doing?” Ulysses asked. Thanks to the meds, Ray had been dozing for a while.

Anne tossed the bloody bandages into the trash. She pumped a few sprays of hand sanitizer onto her hands and rubbed them together.

“His fever’s down. The antibiotics seem to be working,” Anne said.

Ulysses rubbed his knee. It was still sore from the previous day. He could walk on his own still, but he couldn’t move very fast and he wasn’t able to put a lot of pressure on the left leg.

“How about the girls?” Ulysses asked.

“The only one that’s said anything has been Mary. The other two haven’t said a word,” Anne answered.

“Did they tell you what happened?”

Anne turned to Ulysses. She had the face of a worried mother. Someone who feared for the safety of the people put in her care.

“Mary did. Ulysses, if those people find out we’re here they’ll-”

“Nobody saw me, Anne. We’re safe. Trust me. The only way you could find this cabin is if you knew where you were going,” Ulysses said.

Nancy sat crouched in the hall eavesdropping on their conversation.

“But what if someone else stumbles across us? What if someone else finds us by accident? By now people have started roaming around looking for shelter, food, safety. That’s what people are looking for and will kill to get it,” Anne said.

“Anne, we’ll be okay.

Nancy could hear footsteps coming from the kitchen and she took off back down the hallway into Freddy’s room where she and her sisters were sleeping. Freddy was staying in Ulysses’ room to make space.

Mary was brushing Erin’s hair when Nancy burst in.

“What are you in a hurry about?” Mary asked.

“They’re going to give us up,” Nancy said.

“Who?”

“These people.”

“Nancy, they’re trying to help us.”

“Mom wouldn’t want us to be with strangers.”

“Mom would want us to be safe, and right now we’re safe with them.”

“But Mom-”

Mary slammed the brush on the bed. Erin hopped down and backed away from her. Mary’s voice was exasperated when she spoke, the stress from the last few days finally boiling over.

“Dammit, Nancy, Mom’s not here!” Mary said.

Nancy stood there quietly. Erin crouched in the corner of the room. Nancy walked to Erin and put her arm around her. Mary exhaled.

“I’m sorry,” Mary said.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry for what? For scaring Erin? For yelling at me? For giving up on Mom?”

“I didn’t give up on Mom, Nancy.”

Mary picked up the brush from the bed. She ran her fingers over individual prongs. She felt the tiny balls of plastic move over her palm.

“If you haven’t given up on her, then why is it that every time I talk about her you change the subject?” Nancy asked.

“Because I’m scared.”

“You’re scared?” Erin asked.

Mary and Nancy stared at Erin. It was the first time she’d spoken since they left the motel. Mary got off the bed and joined her sisters.

“Yes, but it’s okay,” Mary said.

“Is Mommy really dead?” Erin asked.

“No, she’s not dead. She’ll never be gone from us. She loved you very much, Erin. She loved the both of you more than you could ever know.”
Mary threw her arms around both of her sisters and the three of them rocked back and forth with each other in silence.