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Day Four, NaNoWriMo.org, 1,362 words today

This chapter is still rough but should be okay to post.

CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU CAN HANDLE UNCONSENSUAL SEX.

Chapter Three

Over the next six months, the twins used their new keys every night.

One evening,  Jacob went alone to visit his favorite girl, Heidi. But when he got there, her eyes were open, staring up at the ceiling, fixed.

“Damn, why’d you have to go and die? Jeez,” Jacob hit the bars of her cell with is hands until they stung. “Pain feels good,” he sighed..

He took a deep breath to calm his rage.

“I’ve got to tell papa.” he said aloud.

He left the cell girls. He stood outside his father’s work shop for a few minutes.

He glanced around but no one was there.

He looked at the sun and decided there was plenty of time before dinner.

He knocked on the door to his father’s workshop and held his breath

He waited, pushing his impatience deep down inside.

The opened a crack and Papa stuck his head out.

“Jacob? You know you’re not supposed to interupt my work.”

“I know papa and I am sorry but one of the girls is dead.”

“Oh? Which one?”

“Heidi.”

“Okay son, let’s go get her. We’ll bring her back here.”

As they walked back to the cells, Jacob dug inside himself for the courage he needed to ask his papa the question that had been burning inside him since he’d first seen the “cell girls”.

Jacob followed behind his papa as they retrieved the girl’s body all the way back to papa’s workshop.

“Will she be an angel now?” Jacob asked as they entered the sacred space.

“I hadn’t planned on using her so soon but yes, we can put her in the statue we’re making for the high school.”

“The one that’s kneeling in prayer?”

“Yes,” papa said as he laid the girl’s broken body on a wooden bench.

“Can I ask you an important question? I promise not to tell anyone except Jason. He needs to know too,” Jacob said, leaning his back against the closed door.

He watched as papa turned from the work bench to observe him.

When he didn’t speak, Jacob took it as a yes. “Where do the girls come from?”

He watched his papa’s lips form a peculiar smile before they settled into a grin.

Jacob kept his posture straight and did not break eye contact with his father.

“I buy them. It is a simple matter really. Now that I think about it, it is about time to visit the market again. I’ll bring you and your brother and you can help me pick out some fresh treats.”

“Seriously? That sounds awesome! Thanks Papa!” Jacob’s body relaxed upon hearing his father’s answer.

“I need to make a few phone calls and then we can go. You’ll need this information for the future.”

“Don’t talk like that papa! You’re going to be here forever!” Jacob crossed his arms over his chest.

Laughing, his father shook his head. “Not forever my dear son. But I’ve got enough years in these old bones to get you and your brother on level with the family business in all areas of course. Now let’s get this girl into the statue shall we?”

“Yes papa,” Jacob pushed off from the door. He went to stand near the kneeling statue.

Hours later, with the weeping angel statue finished for the local high school, Jacob found his brother in the woods, swinging on their old swing set.

“I got lots to tell you,” Jacob smiled as he settled his tired body onto the swing’s seat. He grasped the chains and pushed off with his feet.

“About what?” Jason asked, soaring high towards the sky.

“Well, I found out where papa gets the girls. He’s gonna take us to pick out some new ones. Heidi died today.”

Without turning his head, Jason said, “Sorry dude. I know she was your favorite. Sounds cool about the trip with papa. Thanks for sharing.”

Jacob swung high. “I thought you’d be more excited.”

“Oh I am! I was thinking about mother and I had an idea.”

Wrinkling his nose, Jacob replied, “What about her?”

“Well, after papa had bestowed his gift upon us I think it is time for a big change. It’s time to stand up to mother. No more of punishments.”

“I get it. Good idea Jason. I just know that papa will be very upset with her secret actions against us.”

“Especially now that he’s shared so much with us,” Jason laughed. The fresh air felt wonderful against his skin.

“It’s getting late bro. Let’s go inside and eat dinner. We can talk about what to do with her later.” Jacob dug his heels into the grass and stopped swinging. He reached out and grabbed his brother who laughed. “Okay, okay! I’m coming stop pulling already!”

The next morning, the twins sat on their beds, finishing up their plans.

“I won’t allow her to make us dress in stupid angel costumes for her enjoyment. I mean, we’re home schooled through that computer program. There’s no one to see us anyways,” Jacob said as he sat upon his bed. Early rays of light filtered in through the open window where his brother Jason sat flipping through a comic book.

“We’re taller and stronger than her now,” Jason agreed.

“She’s just a useless woman anyway. It makes me sick to think that we let her bury us, torture us without papa knowing!” Jacob snarled.

“Tonight at dinner, I think we should tell papa about mother’s misuse of us. Maybe he can lock her up in a cage. She deserves worse.” Jason shoved the comic book away from him. He stared at the ceiling lost in thought.

“That’s not a bad idea. You want to know what I hope he does?” Jacob grinned.

“Sure.”

“There’s that statue he’s making for a park in Italy. Wouldn’t it be cool if mother was put inside it?”

“Who would wash our clothes or prepare food if she was gone?”

“Papa could hire a house keeper to do that stuff. He might even let us help fill the statue this time. I mean, I did help with Heidi but it was mostly observing. I mean, like hands on work.”

“We have been working really hard at learning papa’s techniques and skills at creating the angel statues. I’ve almost gotten as good as him at the hands and face.”

“Yeah. I’ve been able to do their wings and postures pretty good too. We’re not ready for copper crafting but we’ve mastered a lot since he began to teach us.”

“I’d like to hear her scream,”Jason smiled and Jacob stared at him.

“That’s usually my view. When did you become so jaded?” Jacob got to his feet, walked over to his dresser and began to dress for the day.

“When they scream, it makes me want to fuck them harder. I like hearing them scream.” Jason sighed, leaving a grin on his lips.

Jacob turned to see his brother’s face. “I know, right?” he said softly. He returned his attention to his clothes.

“I don’t want to wait till dinner.” Jason said, glancing at the blue plastic clock on the far wall next to the door. “I want to go tell papa now. It will give him more choices if he has more time.”

“Damn Jason, you’ve grown a strong backbone there.” Jacob ran slim fingers through his thick hair.

“You’re a good teacher.” Jason pushed off his bed. He walked to his green dresser which sat next to his brother’s blue one.

“I’ll go grab some muffins while you dress. We can eat them on the way to see papa. I think we’ll need the energy. Today’s going to be a big day for all the souls living here.”

As Jacob left, Jason turned towards the window. “Finally going to pay. Bet papa won’t like the scars on our backs either. That woman is not my mother. Mother’s don’t hurt their children. But I am going to enjoy hurting her.”

He pulled on a plain, white T-shirt and blue jeans. Then he slipped his feet into his sneakers and raced down the stairs to join his brother in the kitchen.

-end, for now-

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