Chapter 9: The Fuck You Will
"Shhh, Teddy," I whispered as I clutched Teddy tighter to my chest. "We have to be really, really quiet now."
The very air around me seemed to be calm and peaceful, but I knew that the outside world was anything but.
I remembered a time I had been locked in the shack outside of the house. I had made Pere mad, and my punishment was to spend an entire night out in the decrepit structure. That night was the start of a two day storm with torrential rain and high winds. It was a named hurricane, only I had forgotten the name of it.
What I hadn't forgotten was the sound that the wind made as it whipped through the shack, sending the entire thing down around me. To this day, I have nightmares about the screaming wind.
It was nice to know that it was now going to be replaced, though. I had been in the living room when the two Shit Stains were watching zombie movies. They had made it their mission to tell me in every last detail what was playing out on screen.
If this protection that Greed, Envy, and Pride had given me wasn't strong enough, I was going to be ripped limb from limb until there was nothing left of me.
And that was not my idea of a good time.
With my eyes squeezed tight, all my other senses were on high alert. I could hear the low moaning sounds coming from outside. It was hard to describe the exact sound that would now be haunting me.
It was a mix between 'This is the best food I've ever eaten' and 'Are you sure I have to get out of bed today?' The moans didn't sound painful, but they were like a never-ending sea that only grew in volume as they got closer to the house and the open door.