The Lamontra massacre

“ wake up sleepy head!” I heard a sickly, bubbly voice call out as I came out of unconciousness. My head was throbing with pain and turned to one side resting on my shoulder. I didn’t wanna open my eyes, I didn’t wanna face reality for what it now was. My husband and my two best friends were now dead, roting in some ditch in the back of the woods. My eyes stayed tightly shut and my lips were quivering as I started to cry ; then someone slapped me, clear across the face, nearly knocking me over.


“ listen little missy, when I give you an order, you better damn well obey it! Now wake the fuck up!” there was that voice again, except without bubbly innocence and more with craziness, but I did what I was told opened my eyes as wide as they could go. Which in this case wasn’t very wide.


Before me stood a tall, but childish looking, blonde woman. She smiled a quirky little half toothed smile at me that it made me wanna knock the teeth right out of that smile. When I tried to pull my arms out infront of me, I found them tied behind my back. Tight. The bound had been double knotted so it cut directly into my wrists, but I was too concerned about my head wounds to give it a second notice. Though really, it wasn’t my head trauma that bothered me, it was whether or not my baby was still alive. “ please,” I pleaded with the woman. “ Please let me go.” She burst out into an annoying child like laughter and gave me another slap across the face. “ Oh sweetie, I can’t let you go. If I did, then we wouldn’t get to have any fun!” I tried to stop the tears from forming eyes, knowing that she wouldn’t have pity on me and slap me again. But the tears wouldn’t stop falling. “ what ya cryin for? I didn’t even make you bleed yet.” I tried to control my sobs, biting my tongue would usally work when I cried. But those other times my husband wasn’t dead.


“ now those little boys you brought with you,” she started “ that’s a whole other story. Hehehe, that one with the green hair sure could scream. Too bad the cute one with the black hair didn’t last very long, he was probally a 9 incher. But oh well, you’d proabably know more about that than I do.” She started laughing again then plopped herself on my lap. If I wasn’t tied to a chair, I’d beat the living shit out of her for almost crushing my baby. “ so tell me,” she said, her face only 2 inches from mine. “what’s it like fucking all those cute little boys at once? Bet you usaually have one of em in your mouth and the other two are in your ass and clit. Or one in your ass and two in your clit.” I just looked at her, fear and anger heating from my eyes. Fear of what she might’ve done to my child, and anger for what that giant did to Derek.


“ Listen you little whore. If you don’t get your fat trashy ass off of my lap and stop crushing my baby, I’ll hog tie your ass and toss you out that window.” She didn’t get up, not immediately anyway. She just gave one of those looks I haven’t seen since highschool. A look that said “ bring it on bitch”. She got up and stuck out a switch blade to my throat. “ you talk a lot of shit. But I’ll let it slid this time cause your expectin. Next time you back talk me, I’ll sic my brothers on you.” She pulled her knife away from my throat, then smiled. “ and they’d turn your asshole inside out.” She turned her back to me then walked out the door. I was alone. No one to comfort me but the half dead fetus growing inside me. I lowered my head, closed my eyes, and sobbed until my eyes were dried out. For once in my life I did the one thing I hadn’t done since I was a kid. I prayed. For my baby and for my husband.


yea I know, it was kinda short, and yes, to have even the least bit of greif on someone pregnant or not is totally out of babys character.