Red - Jack Ketchum [51]
That way she wouldn’t cry.
She would count her blinks and kisses and wouldn’t cry.
TWENTY-NINE
Genevieve Raton awoke at the end of a rope tied to her wrists. Being hauled across the yard on her belly by a madman.
She saw floodlights above a barn with its doors open. She felt hard earth and wet patchy grass. Heard dogs barking. Her arms felt like they were tearing out of her shoulder sockets. She saw the boy walking along beside her, grinning.
She turned on her hip to try to get to her feet but he was pulling her along too fast and she fell back down again, landed chin first. She tasted blood. Felt a hot pain score the inside of her cheek.
“Cleek!”
She was spitting blood at him. He didn’t even turn to look. Just kept dragging her. She tumbled side to side, scraping herself hip to hip.
“Cleek!”
She saw Peg run to him from somewhere behind her, Peggy pulling at his arm, trying to stop him.
“Daddy! Stop, please! You can’t do this! She’s my teacher, daddy. She’s my…”
“Friend? That what you were going to say? Your friend comes here to expose you for the little whore you are?”
She managed to get over on her ass, dug in with her feet like some rodeo cowboy and jerked at the rope. For a moment he lost his balance. Then he jerked back and she was on her belly again.
They were nearly to the barn.
“Daddy, you can’t…”
He grabbed his daughter’s arm and flung her to the ground. Hauled the rope the last few feet and lashed his end to the barn’s door handle. Then he walked over to Peg, stunned, cowering beneath him in the dirt.
“Daddy, you can’t,“ he said. “You can’t. You can’t! I have fucking had it with you can’t and the women in this family! Your mother, your idiot sister, you!”
Genevieve got up on one knee. Then to her feet.
“Please,” she said. “Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this, I promise.”
Her voice sounded hoarse and distant to her.
Behind her Brian rapped her in the head with a stick. She hadn’t seen the stick. It fucking hurt.
“Shut up, lady,” he said.
“No, make that all women,” said Cleek. He was on a tear now. “I have had it with all you goddamn bitches. You’re leeches, every one of you! You suck a man dry. A man works like a dog every day and you suck him dry!”
He reached down and grabbed the neck of Peg’s sweatshirt and yanked her to her feet. Then he had the shirt in both hands, shaking her. Peg was flailing at him.
She was not about to watch him beating up on his own daughter.
“Stop this!” she said. “Stop this right now!” And this time her voice was clear.
Brian rapped her in the ear. She almost went down again but managed only to stumble. She turned to go after him but he danced away laughing.
“You little fucker!”
She felt blood trickle down her neck to her collar.
Peg screamed. Cleek had his hand up under her sweatshirt clutching at her breast. Peg was trying to pull his hand away. He only clutched harder.
“Cleek! Damn you, Cleek!”
She turned to see if Brian was planning on whacking her again. He just smiled. The little snake.
“Cleek!”
He paid her no attention. He was focused on his daughter’s breast.
“You know what you’re good for, Peg? “ he said. “You ridiculous whining bitches are good for one thing and one thing only and half the time you’re miserable at that. You think I don’t know who you are? You think I don’t? You’re no better than that thing in there. That thing in the cellar. That’s where all of you belong. Every last cunting one of you!”
She had time to think, what thing in the cellar? and then he threw Peg down again — she was all knees and elbows, hitting hard — and started pulling on the rope, hauling her toward the open barn doors. She tried pulling back but it was useless. He was much too strong and much too furious. She could hear the dogs inside in a frenzy now. Something was happening out here and the dogs wanted in on it.
“Come on, Brian,” he said. “This one we handle right away.”
THIRTY
Her father’s words dripped poison in her ears. That