“Don’t you see it?” Abby cried suddenly, and the table fell into silence. She looked around from face to face with pleading, tear-flooded eyes. They stared at her with Waspy awe, the clinking of glasses and forks and spoons all coming abruptly to a halt.
Abby clenched her fists and squeezed her eyes shut, issuing a frustrated, lagging moan.
“Say something, goddammit!”
“Abigale,” her mother scolded. Never had she taken the Lord’s name in vain in front of her family.
“Sit up straight, keep your elbows off the table, laugh at all the jokes, look pretty, and don’t let a single real word come out of your mouth. You’re all such petty, selfish fakes.”
Her family said nothing. They gulped and fidgeted in their seats and occasionally sniffled while Abby heaved, red face flittering through emotions in nano-seconds.
“I think you need to take your medication and lie down,” Mother said calm but stern, nodding at her daughter.
Abby shot up almost violently, chair kicking back behind her. Crystal clinked. She could feel the sweat saturate her hairline, feel it under her pits, in her groin as the rapid descent into her greatest fear occurred.
“I’m nnnuh-not taking anymo-o-re of those fucking meds!” she stuttered.
Abby paused, biting her tongue and inhaling. She was doing her best not to become a puddle before them, with her watery, blood-shot eyes and her clattering teeth and her head that spun webs of chaos.
“You think I’m making this up. That it’s because of my “accident.” But I’m not sick!” she wept, tapping her fingers aggressively into her temple, “I’m not sick…you’re the sick ones. Letting a murderer into our home. Letting him marry Jill.”
Abby’s eyes flicked to the middle-aged man sitting at the head of the table. He stared at Abby with a darkness to his eyes, one that almost spun her out of control, descending her into utter terror.
“I know you killed those girls. I found your little nostalgia stash from the 60s, all those dresses, the locks of hair. Your prime time.”
Abby’s body vibrated, strangely exhilarated, relieved, and all at once frightened to her core because no one was saying a single word. Her family seemed unfazed, even Jill. And Abby began to twitch.
“He’s the Lone Star Killer!” Abby almost howled, searching for understanding in their eyes. There was none.
Nothing but cold, blank stares.
The man rose and slowly stepped toward Abby, a smile filling up his tanned, lined face, charming and white-toothed.
“We don’t want you to be afraid, Abigale.”
Abby frowned, eyes bouncing from sister to mother to brother as they slowly stood, collective and on queue. She squeezed out tears, entire body shaking, mind splitting in half.
“It won’t take long, honey,” her mother said with a gauzy sweetness to her voice.
The mass crept forward, surrounding Abby. She cowered back, no words, staring unbelievingly. She had to run, run now, run fast, run before—Recommended1 Simily SnapPublished in