Chapter 46 Inside the cabin
VICTORIA
I jerked up and rushed towards the bush to grab the axe that I dropped.
Before I could reach for the axe, a scream pierced through the air. I grabbed the axe and spun around, but froze when I saw Ma'am Anita struggling to get the man's grip off her neck.
“Don't come close!" The man growled, tightening his grip around her neck.
She winced and latched onto his hand in desperation.
“Drop the axe, or I'll strangle her!" He threatened further.
My stomach churned, and horror tightened my heart.
“Let her go–"
"Drop the axe first, bitch!” He spat.
My chest tightened even more, and I scoffed loudly.
“Bitch? You were running after my mom with your fuckass black roses till you killed her! You will escape now, but I'll still find you, and I'll kill you,” I said and let the axe fall from my hand.
“Let go of her," I snapped.
He grinned and pushed her towards me.
I gasped loudly and grabbed the woman before she hit the ground.
“Are you okay?" I asked, rubbing her reddened neck.
“I'm fine," she grumbled, coughing.
"Let's go," I said and helped her to her feet. She wiped the sweat on her face and dusted her dress with the handkerchief I handed to her, her face blank. I hoped that she wasn't upset to be attached to me to the point of being involved in my mess.
“I shouldn't have brought you into this,” I muttered as she wiped the dust away. Thankfully, she didn't sustain any bruises.
She paused what she was doing and stared at me, her brows furrowing together.
“You don't have to say that, I've never complained, have I?" She muttered.
I gulped with discomfort and nodded, forcing a smile.
“Wait," she called as I turned around to go down the hill. I stopped as she asked, but didn't turn again towards that cursed cabin.
“Did you say he killed your mom?" She asked.
My heart skipped a beat, and my throat knotted at the question.
I took a deep breath and slammed my eyes shut before nodding.
“Shouldn't you search his house for evidence that he killed your mom? That psychopath should have something on him. You can't let him run off like that," she muttered.
I spun around and finally took a glance at the cabin house, my stomach wrenching in disgust.
My hand gripped my shirt as I glared at the house, throat knotting.
“I don't know if that madman still has anything in there. He probably knows we'll find him soon," I muttered, swinging my head towards the garden of black roses.
“That garden of black roses was where he got the flowers he sent to my mom, along with his death threats," I muttered, waving my hand towards the garden.
I saw blood drain from the woman's face and anger flash before her eyes as she stared at the garden.
“He is crazy," she whispered in disbelief.
"Yes, I know, now I need to get him to jail or down to his grave,” I mumbled.
“But what kind of relationship did he have with your mother?" The question made the hairs on my arms stand up.
“I don't know," I whispered and shuddered slightly, “But I do know he is obsessed with her."
She turned around and gripped my hand, forcing me to look up.
“Let's go in then," she said and nodded her head towards the cabin.
My heart clenched even more the longer I stared at the cabin. I nodded, and we began to walk towards the cabin in silence. I grabbed the axe that I had left on the floor, then trotted carefully towards the cabin.
“I'll break out the lock," I muttered, and without thinking twice, I raised the axe. I slammed the axe against the lock, and the lock broke apart.
I took a step back and slammed my foot on the cabin door.
The door fell open and swung to the side, hanging loosely as it creaked.
I scrunched up my nose as a disgusting and gut-wrenching smell filled my nose. I pinched my fingers over my nose and shuffled into the room, swinging my head to all sides of the room. The inside of the cabin looked like a shrine, no, worse than a shrine. It looked like a butcher’s shop, aside from the fact that he wasn't butchering animals but humans.
Black roses filled the flower pots placed beside the shut window.
The woman groaned and coughed at the smell, unable to hold it in.
I walked over to the window and pushed it open for a gush of air.
Light streamed into the room, and my heart shrank at what was in the room. The woman gasped and slammed her hand over her mouth, her eyes widening in dismay.
“What is this?" She gasped out loudly in horror.
My jaw dropped as I stared at the large table in the middle of the room. Bloodstained knives of different sizes and shapes lay side by side on the table.
On the walls were pictures of different women, and one of them was my mother's picture. Some of the women had a red mark cancelled over their faces, and so was that of my mom.
I took out my phone and snapped the photos pasted on the wall and the knives lying on the table. My throat knotted, and tears threatened to gather in my eyes, but I didn't let them.
The couch was also stained with blood, and in a corner were packs of cigarettes and empty bottles of rum.
A large book was lying on top of the drawer, and on top of it was a blade.
“He kills people? This is worse than I thought!" She gasped out loudly.
"I knew it. I knew that the bastard had a hand in what happened to my mom, and he's not doing it to her alone but to other women too,” I muttered in a trembling voice.
I shuffled forward and walked over to one of the drawers. I cursed loudly and rubbed my hands together before reaching for the drawer.
The moment I pulled it open and realized what was in it, horror hit me and a scream from me pierced through the heavily silent room.
I jerked back in dismay and felt my head spin at the horrifying thing that I had beheld.
I staggered back, gripping my head as it swirled.
“Hey, are you okay?" The woman's voice sounded in the distance even though she was in the same room with me. A gasp escaped the woman's lips, but I was too engulfed in horror to know what was going on.
My feet slipped away, and I began to fall towards the table. My lips parted, and my eyes widened in horror as I fell. But before my body hit the blades on the table, a pair of hands grabbed me. I didn't know who it was, but I knew for certain that it was a man. The man.