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Chapter Eleven: Telling It Like It Is

In which Katy wakes up to bacon and gets the breath knocked out of her (twice).

The Beginning of the End: A Grocery Store Horror Story

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I instinctively back away from Tom. Arnold, however, has other plans. He strides over to my almost-murderer, grips his collar with both hands, and slams him into the side of the bookshelf. Tom grins like he’s won some mysterious prize, one that he isn’t willing to share with the rest of us.

“You’re a loyal little dog, aren’t you?” He sneers at Arnold while his gaze shifts over to me. I don’t look away, and he laughs. “Katy, what did you promise this one? Hmmm? You don’t have much to offer,” he snaps the fingers on his right hand, “oh, I see. You fucked him.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Arnold’s grip loosens in confusion. Tom takes this moment to shove Arnold away. Ever the actor, Tom feigns surprise.

“I don’t see how she could inspire loyalty in any of you. I just thought, you know, since she fucked Guy,” he points his thumb at the being in question, “that she worked out some sort of deal with you.” Everyone turns and looks at me, except for Guy. I throw my hands out in front of me.

“It wasn’t anybody’s business,” I exhale in exasperation but quickly add, “and there wasn’t any sort of deal.” Rain and Regina give me a small smile.

“We knew. No judgment from us,” Regina reassures as Arnold goodnaturedly mouths wow to me. A warm feeling crawls up my spine, but my happy moment quickly fades. My stomach flips when I flick my eyes over to Guy. Tendrils of smoke slither from his clenched fists and his feet. He doesn’t blink. He doesn’t say a word. The muscle in his right arm twitches, like he’s waiting for a gun to go off. Tom, on the other hand, is as nonchalant as can be. He smoothes his collar and rolls his neck.

“Katy, you can’t blame me for what happened earlier.” The indignant look on my face propels him forward. “You and I are very much alike. You made me. Tell me you wouldn’t want to look your Maker in the eye and make him suffer.” He’s right. I’d throw God in a trash compactor. For my daddy. For my mother. For my manager. For the evil humans succumb to day in and day out. And for making me experience it all. Tom approaches me with arms open and a tight smile. “Katy-”

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