Whispers and the Roars by K. Webster

Author:K. Webster [Webster, K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: novel
Publisher: K. Webster
Published: 2016-12-14T23:00:00+00:00

“HE DID WHAT?” I roar, my chest heaving with fury.

“He came over, destroyed her fucking room, and then left her a note detailing every explicit thing he wished he could do to her. It was fucked up, Kitty Muncher. Said he’d peel her clothes from her body and—”

“STOP!”

“I’m just relaying what happened—”

“Bones, stop,” I beg. “I can’t hear it. I don’t want to know.”

His brows furrow together as he regards me. Then, he steps forward and squeezes my bicep, pulling me to him. He hisses out his words into my ear. “I have to endure this shit twenty-four-seven with her. Norman is a fucking psycho prick. Why the fuck won’t he just leave her alone? Why?”

Emotion chokes me and I shrug my shoulders. I’m surprised when Bones hugs me. And I hug him back.

“What do I do?” I ask him. “How do I fix this? Jesus, I need to fix this.”

His body is tense. “If I knew, man, I’d be the motherfucking task force captain leading the goddamned brigade. But I don’t know. Fuck, I don’t know.” He rakes his fingers through his hair and then pulls as if he might be able to tug the answers right from his brain.

“What does Officer Joe think about Norman showing up here?”

“He’s all business as usual. Says he’ll keep an eye out. To keep Kady away from bullshit that upsets her. Norman seems to feed off her discomfort. Like he has a sixth sense and knows when she’s at her weakest. Just shows the fuck up and rocks our entire world in the process.”

“What happened?”

“Before that fuckface pervert showed up, Kady had been cleaning out a closet like Grandma Ruth had asked her to. She came across a box from her room at the old house. The house before you and me and Grandma Ruth and everybody fucking else. Apparently finding pictures of your daddy and dead mommy smiling when times were happier is a buzzkill. I’m surprised Kenneth didn’t show up and slit her wrists for her. Fucking asshole.”

Rage blooms in my chest at the very idea of that razorblade carrying motherfucker anywhere near my Kady. “Where’s the box?”

I’m already storming up the stairs with Bones hot on my heels. When I make it to her bedroom, I see the box sitting right there on the bed, contents strewn out. The pictures in question have dried tear drops on them that have smeared the ink. Without a word, I start collecting all of the items and shoving them back into the box. Bones doesn’t help me. Instead, he sits on top of her dresser and pulls the cap from one of the lipsticks her grandma only recently let her start wearing. With a steady hand, he writes a note on the mirror of her dresser.

FUCK NORMAN.

Once I have the lid on the box, I prop it on my hip and make my way over to him. He hands over the lipstick and I add a note of my own.

I’ll protect you from him, Kadydid.

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