Chain Of Pleasure

Chapter 5

"OPEN THIS f*****g DOOR RIGHT NOW!!"

"Go away, please, please, please just go away!"

 "YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE b***h!! OPEN THIS GOD DAMN DOOR!"

Piper lets out a shrill scream, gripping her hair tight to her scalp, just above her ears. The roots send sharp pains through her scalp and several strands snap but she just tightens her fingers. Her legs are pulled up under her, torso bent forward until her hair is hanging off the edge of the bed and her sobbing is muffled into the sheets. The lab sat patiently at her feet, dark eyes wide on his owner in concern, ears twitching in all kinds of directions. Between the screaming from her and her mother, he couldn't tell how to comfort his master.

"I WANT YOU OUT OF MY f*****g HOUSE!! PACK YOUR s**t AND GO!"

Piper let out another sob and threw her head back, tears making her vision blurry as she stared at the popcorn ceiling. She let her hands drop to her lap, chest trembling with a sob she withheld, only shown by the shuddering breaths coming between her teeth. She can't breathe, can't think with the pounding at the door; the stench of pot and cigarettes comes from under the door. The room is a mild mess from her own fit, trying to work out this anger so she could just ignore the madness outside the door.

Everything had been fine, she'd been curled up in her bed, talking to a friend - hoping more than that - over the phone and then the front door had slammed hard enough to shake the water of her fish tank. Then the screaming started, about how she had lost a movie she had never even known they owned. One thing after another, happened at least once a month when her mother would fly off the handle - and, of course, as a teenager she had to pop off at the mouth and get more s**t started. But damn did it feel good to let it all out, give her mother a piece of her mind. But tonight was too much, it was just too much.

The night had provided a solution she had dared before - the shotgun. Her mother had been supposed to stay with her boyfriend but had come home early. But the gun was still in Piper's room, there behind the door and so tempting; the gun was supposed to be for protection against intruders.

She convulsed and got a nervous feeling in her gut when the door shuddered - she was trying to get into the room.

Fear struck Piper's muscles, had her lurch for the gun and then scramble back to her bed, back against the wall as she held the gun barrel-up between her legs. There was cursing from her mother, pleas to stop from her handicapped aunt but Piper was focused on the barrel she was tilting towards her face. Her hands shook around the heavy stock, her shoulders jerking at the sharp thump of the door frame.

She'd thought about it, of course, killing herself, but she had always just told herself the thought was nothing but just a fantasy; she had too much work to do.

But the trigger felt good in her hand.

Piper trembled and cried, slowly hanging her head as she worked the barrel between her fingers. Ungrateful, cunt, brat and other obscenities were coming through the door, the sound of something break and then there's the sound of a knife working on the locked knob.

Her heart picks up its pace and she rapidly blinks, needing the tears free so she can focus with the few precious seconds she had.

You have to do it.

You have to.

You know what happens when that door opens.

Physical.

It'll get physical and more violent and Piper just can't anymore. She still has a busted lip from trying to shut the door when she came at her with a belt; even boasted she had given her daughter a busted lip because Piper should have just opened the door.

Piper licked her lips and small sobs continued to hiccup between her teeth as she secured her lips around the end of the barrel. The last thing she saw was her mother busting into the room, wild eyed and then actually scared.

But Piper had already pulled her trigger.