Page 1 of Fatally Yours
Maybe one day…
“Someone ought to take that guy out,” August growled. “Take all of them out.”
“Don’t call me that, dude.”
“Damn, where’d you get that?”
“The flea market.” Wes’ eyes were on the TV again. Those haunting chainsaw sounds started again, sending a chill down my spine. “It’s a cool place,” he said. “We should go sometime if we can all get a damn day off. ”
“Is it real?” Her eyes were shining as she traced her finger along the cheekbones. Wes shook his head as his blond locks shifted from beneath his backward cap. Scott scoffed, moody as ever.
“When have you ever heard of someone buying a real skull at a flea market?” he chimed in, giving her a look.
“I bought a voodoo doll while visiting family once. You can find some weird stuff at those places.” She rubbed the skull on the top of its head and set it back on the table. That caught August’s attention, and he stopped strumming and singing under his breath and glanced at Mandy.
“Did it work?” he questioned.
“Let’s just say I don’t get bothered by my bitch aunt about not going to college anymore,” she beamed.
August and I shared another look. “Coincidence? Maybe. Guess we’ll never know.
” Despite Wes’ morbid find, going out with everyone sounded nice.
It was better than being home watching lunatics butcher people all day.
“I’m off Saturday,” I said. “Anyone want to go with?”
“I’ll go,” Devin piped up. And right on cue, August shot him a dirty look.
“What do you say? Want to go find some weird stuff?” I asked with a nudge, hoping that would prevent a brawl. Devin’s face dropped as August draped his arm around me.
“I guess I can skip work to go find some weird stuff with my girl,” he grinned, planting a kiss on my cheek. My face got hot, partially because of his gesture and partially because I knew he was being a show-off.
“Why not?” Scott shrugged. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and meet a girl or something.”
“I’ll go only if we carpool again,” Mandy said. “So one of you better pick me up.”
“We can meet at me and Scotty’s house, if you want,” Wes added.
“Maybe August can find some new guitar strings and make better music,” Scott said with a smirk. “Just because that romantic sadism shtick seduced Natasha doesn’t mean it’s a hit.” With that, he reached out with his foot and went to nudge August’s guitar, and he gave him a glare, pulling it away.
“Hey man, I can make music just fine,” he said. “And I’ll prove it to you now, dweeb.” Mandy clapped and leaned on Wes’ shoulder, placing the pillow she stole back into his lap.
“Yeah, August, sing for us,” she said. “I sleep like a baby listening to your voice. Don’t you, Tash?
” My face shaded again. It was funny how Scott said he wasn’t a fan of the romantic sadism theme August seemed to string into all his lyrics, but I thought it was hauntingly beautiful.
Maybe I was more like Mandy than I wanted to admit.
It seemed like he was performing for everyone else, but when our eyes met, I knew he was speaking just for me.
“ If I smoke your ashes, I’d hope you’d still love me. Even if dying is more than a dream, it’ll feel so good to hear you scream… ” Just as he began singing, I caught Devin rolling his eyes and buried my head in my hands. Really, I didn’t want to deal with this now or ever again.