Kane's Hell by Elizabeth Finn

Author:Elizabeth Finn [Finn, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: love second chance, angsty romance, dark romance
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Kane

“I’m nervous.” I glanced at Helene beside me in her car as she drove me toward certain death at the hands of Hilde. The only good thing I could say was that Helene and Hilde’s parents had apparently moved away to Chicago a few years before when their father’s job was transferred, so at least Hilde was the only family member I had to contend with.

Helene smiled as though this weren’t the end of the world. “It’s going to be fine. I promise.”

“Sure it is¸” I muttered.

Within moments we were pulling up in front of Mark and Hilde’s house. It was a large two story colonial type house with a deep perfectly manicured front lawn. The house was white with black shutters, and it was just … Hilde. Perfection written all over it.

Until we entered.

I cocked my head to the side as I stared at what looked like an upside down penis drawn on the wall by the stairs—or perhaps it was just a flaccid cock.

I pointed at the drawing as we walked past it. “That’s—” I stopped still, and Helene stopped too.

“A flower,” Helene finished. She nodded, but her lips were pursed. “See…” She pointed to it. “This is the flower pot…” Cockhead. “These are the stems of two flowers going up…” Shaft of the cock. “And these are the flowers…” Testicles.

“Is that what you see?” I asked.

She nodded. “Mm-hmm. Yep.” But she was full of shit. “Sienna is quite the artist and maven of mayhem.”

I glanced around seeing more evidence of the mayhem every direction I turned. “Is that a banana peel sticking out of the DVD player?”

Helene glanced in the direction of the T.V. “Oh, well, yes, it apparently is.” She didn’t sound surprised.

I just nodded as I followed her through the house.

When we entered the kitchen, I clasped Helene’s hand, and she squeezed mine in return. Hilde was at the stove, and there was a little boy sitting at the table, drawing on a large notepad. Hilde glanced at us as her hand stirred something in a pot. She smiled at Helene, and when her attention shifted to me, her smile froze as though she were forcing it to stay put.

“Hilde,” I said. “How are you?”

“I’m fine. Nice to see you with your clothes on.”

I stared at her for a moment, not sure how to respond to that one.

“Yes, Hilde. It’s great that we’re all wearing our clothes today,” Helene stepped in. “Brode-man, come give me a hug and meet a friend of mine.”

The little boy smiled at Helene and ran to her, clutching at her hip. When Helene crouched down to his level, a shiver ran up my spine. She didn’t once let go of my hand, and there was something odd and wonderful about being touched by her at the same time as I watched her wrap her free arm around her nephew.

“Brody, this is my friend Kane. Can you say hello to him?”

The little boy looked up at me, and he held his hand out for me to shake like a perfect little miniature gentleman.

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