Lightning Strike: Part Three: Chapter Eleven

This is technically the last chapter although there will be an epilogue.

Chapter Eleven

 

            It was a replay of every man she had ever had in her life, first her father and then James. Trisha’s breath caught in her throat as a lump painfully grew there. She could feel her eyes begin to sting as she looked at Duncan as he slowly made his way to her. He was just like the others; she guessed that he always had been. Trisha had just been blind to this side of him while he was hidden in James’ shadow.

            What choice did she have though? She could either give Duncan his cheap thrill like the low class c**t he thought she was or she could die trying to save the last scrap of self dignity that she had left. Emmy was at stake and Trisha knew that she would do whatever he asked as long as she was safe.

            “I’ll do it.” She whispered in the darkness with her eyes closed. Duncan had heard enough as he took the last remaining steps to her with more pep. He stood in front of her and held onto her hips, grinding himself into her. She tried not to cringe as she felt his heat rise off of him He trailed one finger down her cheek to her lips.

            “You have been playing with me for years you minx.” He whispered gruffly. “Always shaking that small tight rump of yours where I can see it.” He grinned as he bent down to smell her neck, she felt a trail of hot moisture there, where he ran his tongue there. She closed her eyes and tried to force down the bile that threatened to rise at any moment.

            “You knew I wanted you and you loved tormenting me didn’t you?” He asked as his hand rand up from her thigh to the roundness of her breast.

            “Always games with you, isn’t it?” He pinched her chest hard and she jumped slightly. Duncan grinned and pinned her body closer to his. She could smell urine on his and she gagged. Duncan saw her mouth open slightly and took advantage of her weakness. He clamped his mouth roughly over hers and she struggled to pull in air as he blocked her airways.

            “I must say,” He gasped once he brought his mouth away from hers. “I never saw what you saw in James, always out with women and getting liquored up. If I had a woman like you I wouldn’t have needed anything else.” He grabbed her hand and roughly placed in on the bulge in his jeans. The denim was wet and warm there and she could smell fresh piss there as he used his own hand to make her knead his meat. His eyes drooped in enjoyment and he let out a small groan of appreciation.

            “But I suppose that most women don’t care about those things. They just want to be taken care of. He had money and fame and you sucked that dry like the leach you were, now that he is out of the way you need to be taken care of again don’t you baby?” He asked with a grin as he forced her down onto the cold wet pile of dirt beside them. Over his shoulder she could see James’ face glaring up at them with the same unnaturally long grin. Trisha closed her eyes tightly to block out the image.

            “Well don’t you worry, honey, I am going to take care of you real good” He said as he fumbled with his pants. Momentarily she could see the white, naked, roundness of his backside. She barely held in a cry as he fumbled with her own pants as she knew that it was about to get a lot worse then she could imagine. She had handled a lot in her lifetime but she didn’t know if she could add on another layer to the mix without going completely crazy.

            She had opened her eyes to prepare to tell him to stop but she froze as she saw that Duncan was frozen on top of her looking over her shoulder, his face pale and sickly looking.

            “Why don’t you just stand up there, son of a b***h?” A dark growling voice said from behind her. Trisha looked over her shoulder to see Lance standing a few feet away pointing a pistol towards Duncan. She felt Duncan’s weight jump off of her. She looked back to see him cowering a few feet away with his hands in front of his face, pants still down to his ankles and his recently rigid penis now completely flaccid.

            Before the last echo of the gunshot could die away, Lance put away the pistol and was at her side pulling her up on her feet. Trisha looked from him to Duncan lying on the forest floor with a bullet in his head, and back to Lance. He looked down at her with an unreadable expression on his face.

            “Linda, I mean, Trisha, I-“ He stammered out. Trisha held one shaky finger up to his lips.

            “Lance, I am so sorry-“ She choked out before she crumpled into his chest, heaving with sobs that could only be made by a life time of pain. He held her tightly and said nothing until her sobs quieted to hiccups. Trisha jerked away from him and looked nervously around.

            “Wher is Emmy?” She asked fantically. She couldn’t believe that she had slipped her mind for even a moment. Lance held on tightly to her arms.

            “She is fine. I left her at the cabin to find you. Justin was there with her.” He grinned slightly to make her more at ease. She relaxed just a little but pulled completely away from Lance grabbed onto his elbow

            “Let’s go home.” She said once she started to pull at him. She was desperate to get away from this place and get Emmy and go back to town. Lance just pulled her back to him and looked down at her with a sad look on his face. Without saying anything he let go of her and walked over to Duncan’s already stiffening corpse.

            “We can’t go just yet.” He grunted as he picked up Duncan and slowly carried him to the pit where James rested. With a dull thud Duncan landed across James’ body as Lance threw him carelessly in. With a sigh he reached into his pocket and pulled out a Zippo where he then flicked it against his jeans and threw it on top of the two dead men.

            After a few seconds the flame grew and licked round the edges of their clothes and hair until it caught completely. Lance backed up and held Trisha for a while longer as the fames ate their way through the gravesite. Once Lance seemed happy with the result of charred bone and absence of mostly everything else he then picked up the shovel and began to fill the hole back up.

            Trisha wrapped her arms around herself and watched as she tried to block out the sickenly sweet and oily smoke that had clung to her own clothes. Lance finished quickly and threw the shovel down on the ground before looking back over to Trisha. He held out his hand and waited for Trisha to place her hand inside his before he looked through the woods in the direction of the cabin. The sun was coming up now. Trisha hadn’t noticed that it had stopped raining but the storm had washed away every cloud in the sky. Lance gave Trisha’s hand a light squeeze.

            “Let’s go home now.” He said as the forest was filled with the coppery tendrils of the sunrise and Lance gave Trisha one last smile.

Reviews

[Craig2591]

I don't think the bodies would have burned without gasoline or kerosine splashed on them. Perhaps Lance should go back to the cabin and get a can first.

I, too, have mixed feelings about this ending, but that's okay. I've read other novels that did that, too.

I think Lance would understand why Trisha lied to him. She was escaping from an abusive relationship.

[Marie]

Well, I am glad to see a happy ending for Trisha. But she deliberately killed her husband the first time--even though he didn't die. And Lance's actions seem a bit cold blooded. Ahd Trisha told him all those lies...
I don't see this as an ideal couple.

[Tabitha t]

the epilougue answers alot of those details. It will be posted within the hour. But you are right, it may be a happy ending but with a story like this can you really expect a fairy tale ending?