Misfits
Part Thirteen
Shiloh showed for that meeting late, he was already in the motel room waiting and he was rough too. He tried to get right to business and he got real damn angry when he didn’t find the goods he hoped to find as he dig his dirty hands into places that didn’t belong to him.
When boys, when some boy, finds out he isn’t really a girl. He’s going to get hurt.
Shiloh didn’t need Wendy to say those words again, they sounded out easily enough as the simple shit pushed and pulled and found something he didn’t like. There was no offering up a drugged drink with that one. He found something he didn’t like and he grabbed and yanked and twisted and Shiloh was on the ground and puking up last nights dinner and the game was over.
The child rapist they had been plotting to kill for weeks was out and loose, calmly walking down the avenue to his car and it was game over. That sort of thing had happened before and before they knew better, there is no second bite at the apple. If one gets the drop on them and walks away, so be it. On to the next one and lessons hopefully learned.
Wendy risked everything, and they nearly lost it all. She didn’t wait for Shiloh; she got the van started and got it around the corner and drove the asshole right off the road into a ditch made during some freeway construction. Shiloh didn’t even reach them until it was all over, except for the shouting.
“Tell her what happened to me. Please! It’s important, someone has to know, someone has to take over. She can’t be left alone; someone has to help her. Please!”
The monster was dying, he was tied up and defenseless. He was bleeding out and he surely knew that there was no one left who was willing to help him, and still, he was only worried about his mother.
Wendy wasn’t eight or nine anymore. She was knives out and stars in her eyes and she wasn’t telling anyone how we killed but we didn’t torture. She was still cutting at him and Shiloh could hardly stop her. No matter what or who he was, his mother was just some old lady who wouldn’t and couldn’t understand, and all he was asking was that someone would look out for her and there was none doing. Wendy cut away at him and pulled Shiloh close as he slowed and stopped and they stood together and watched him beg until the end.