Revenge

Chapter Eight

Chase's POV

What the hell happened and why does my head hurt so much? Opening my eyes, I look around my surroundings. I'm in the woods, but where is Amy? 

SHIT! It all comes back to me. That bastard must have seen and followed us here. I was on the phone with Jane when something heavy knocked me in the head.He must have taken Amy. I call Jane and ask her if she knows where her dead beat father lives. 

"Chase, you sound worried! What happened? Where are you!?"

"I'll explain later, right now I need the address of where Amy's father lives."

I hear her ruffle through papers before she reads it to me. 

"Thanks, bye!" I quickly hang up and run towards town. 

I find the house and quietly walk up the front door. Lucky for me, it's unlocked as I slowly turn the door knob. 

The sound of a television tunes out my footsteps as I make my way to the first room I see; the kitchen. I find what I'm looking for and make my way out. Looking around the area before heading to the next room. I halt when I hear glass break. Turning, towards what I presume is the living room, I see a man passed out on a recliner. The glass was a beer bottle that he must've dropped while falling asleep. Drunk asshole. 

My heart stops when I walk into the next room. Amy is tied up in a bed, naked. Her face is almost unrecognizable. I grab the knife that I took from the kitchen and cut the ropes off. I placed a blanket around her as a gently lay her on my chest as we sit on the floor. I hear a small whimper as I hold her close to me.

I reach over to grab a pillow and place it under her head as I slowly stand up. 

I'm filled with rage and find myself in front of the recliner. Using the rope that was on Amy, I tie the bastard up. He's so drunk, he doesn't even wake up from the movement.

I slap him with full force to wake him up. 

"WHAT THE f**k!" he yells at me.

"WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE!"

"I'm a friend of Amy's" 

"Oh, so you're the guy that slut has been talking to."

I punched him in the face for saying such a foul thing about someone so perfect and innocent.

This causes him to laugh, which just adds fuel to the fire that I'm already feeling.

I kneel down and unzip his pants.

"GET THE HELL OFF ME FAG!" He yells; as he struggles to move due to the tight ropes.

I grab the knife and see his eyes fill with fear.

Not wanting to touch him with my hands, I grab a tissue from the end table. I reach in and grab his p***s out of his boxers.

"DON'T TOUCH ME! I'LL f*****g KILL YOU!"

I smirk at him and lean into his ear, whispering, "not if I kill you first."

With that, I took the knife and sliced his d**k off. 

The scream from him echoed in the room, so I quickly pick the d**k up and shove it down his throat. He's making gagging noises as he tries to spit it out, which I prevent by placing my hand over his mouth. It doesn't take long before he falls limp. Either from the loss of blood or not being able to breathe. Either way, I don't care. I'm just glad he can no longer harm my precious Amy. 

I find the bathroom and wash my hands before returning to Amy. I place her head back up and place it on my chest as I lay beside her. When morning approaches, I hear and feel her start to stir, slowly waking up. 

"Good morning", I say as I brush her hair softly with my fingers.

Hearing my voice, her eyes try to open. With them being swollen, I doubt she'll be able to fully do so.

"C-Chase?" she painfully stutters out. 

"Shh, it's okay. Relax. It's me." 

"Would it be okay if I run you a warm bath?"

She nods her head in response. 

I lay her gently back down and head to the bathroom to fill the tub up. Afterwards, I return to the room to pick her up.

Amy's POV

I hear water running from the bathroom; I manage to open my eyes as far as my body allows it to. I have many questions I want to ask Chase, but it's to painful to move my mouth.

I close my eyes again and soon feel my body being lifted. Warmth fills me and I let the tears start to flow. I feel a thump wipe my tears and flinch at the touch.

"It's me, Chase."

"I'm so sorry this happened to you. I can't believe I let you down. I promised he wouldn't hurt you, and he did so much worse."

I can hear the hurt in his voice and I want to comfort him. I squint my eyes open and place my hand on his; that is leaning on the tub. He looks up and gives me a forced smile. I see tears on his face and I want to ensure him that this wasn't his fault. Yet, I still can't move my mouth. 

Wait a minute! Where is the monster? My thoughts are pushed away as I feel hands in my hair. Chase is washing my hair for me and cleaning me as gently as possible. I know I should feel mortified that he's seeing me naked and beat up, but I don't mind. His hands stop above my breasts and he hands me the washcloth. He has no idea how much his respect means to me. 

"I'll let you finish up and be back in five minutes."

Chase's POV

As I let Amy finish her bath, I walk to the kitchen to call Jane.

"Hey, I need your help with something. Could you come over to Amy's father's house?"

"Sure, I'll be there soon."

I softly knock on the bathroom door, "Amy, are you ready to come out?"

Idiot, I think to myself. She can't speak with a broken jaw.

I poke my head inside and see her gesture for me to come over. 

I pull the plug to drain the water; then drape a towel over her body as I left her up.

Her body is so beautiful. I wish it was under different circumstances that I was seeing her like this. 

I look around her room for clothes and am baffled when I see her point to a small pile next to her bed. Everything in that pile looks worn out and dirty. I can't believe this is how she lived for years. I pull the shirt and sweats out of the backpack I had with me. I was going to change into these after our picnic, but other events got in the way of that. I place the shirt on her small body, obviously being too big on her. Still, it makes me happy that she's wearing something that is mine. The sweatpants were also big, but I saw a hair tie on her desk. I used it to make a knot on the pants to keep them up. She blushed the whole time I dressed her and I guarantee that my face was pink as well. 

A knock on the door had both of us look at each other.

"It's okay, it's Jane. I asked her to come over."

She nodded her head in understanding. 

Amy's POV

Chase went to open the front door and I attempted to stand up. The bath did help relax my muscles and after wobbling a bit, I was finally able to stand steady. They were talking in the hallway, so didn't see me walk out of my room and towards the living room. Upon entering, I painfully let out a loud gasp.

Hearing me, my friends came running in to where I was standing. Jane looked mortified; while Chase on the other hand looked guilty. 

I walked up to Chase and wrapped my arms tightly around him.

"Thank you" I croak out. My voice sounds like Kermit the frog.

I don't think he was expecting that reaction from me, so he just stared at me with his mouth open struggling to find the words to say. 

THUMP!

We look over to see that Jane had fainted. 

Chase's POV

I picked Jane up and placed her on the sofa with blankets and a ice pack. Amy placed a glass of water on the end table for when she wakes.

I watched as my precious girl walked over to the body in the recliner. I was taken back when I saw her start kicking him in the ribs and throwing punches. I decided to let her get it all out of her system; as she beats up the corpse and screams at it. 

After a few minutes, I grabbed her in my arms to try to calm her. I didn't want her to stress her body out as it already has broken bones and bruises that need to be tend to. 

"Can I take you to the hospital, please?"

"Yes, I think that would be a good idea." I hear Jane say, after placing the glass of water back on the table.

"Chase, you take her. I'll clean everything up here."

"Thanks, Jane."

Jane's POV

I walk them out to the door and lock it as soon as I'm sure they are gone. Little did they know, this is not my first time disposing a body. 

I stare at the man in the chair, so handsome. He had shaggy brown hair that was starting to gray, a bit of stubble on his face, and lips that were begging to be kissed. I dug my hand in his mouth to remove the c**k that was in the way. I sat on his lap and started kissing softly, soon sticking my tongue in and licking every inch of the inside of his mouth. After my make out session, I searched for the biggest bag I could find. I would need it to place his chopped up body parts into. 

I slid the bag into another heavy duty garbage bag before placing it in my trunk. I got whatever cleaning supplies I could find in the house and made that place shine like new. 

I was so exhausted. Damn my old age. This took much longer than my husband did. I'll go home to sleep before dumping his remains.