Praying For Death
Arriving back to the house, Zorah felt the adrenaline, which for the last hour since they’d left the prison where Father Ippocrate Giannone was going to die, wane. She exhaled and felt a wave of exhaustion roll over her. Despite knowing somewhere in the interior of the house, Sidonia was with Keturah and Shay waiting for her, she went to the living room near the front door and flung herself lengthwise down the sofa.
Chester sat on the coffee table and brushed her hair off her forehead, “can I get you anything?”
She shook her head no, before speaking. “Dad,” she stared into his eyes, “what do you think Icaro will do to him?”
“Kill him.”
“I don’t want the abridged version.”
“He’s going to do far more damage than you did with a crowbar on his dick.” He gave her a sad smile, “are you feeling sad?”
“Not yet. He was delusional, right? How on earth did he believe I would eventually be open to having sex with him and making babies?”
“I don’t know but he genuinely seemed to think you would willingly stay with him over Icaro.” Chester looked at her worriedly. “I’m concerned for you, sweetie. You’re still angry. I was hoping you’d be over the anger.”
“He is crazy, and his craziness infuriates me.”
“Can I ask why it was the birthing room he created was the thing which seemed to impact you most?”
“It was the proof he was never going to let me out.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was never going to be allowed to even see a doctor. I was never going to get medical attention. If I ever got hurt or injured or sick, he was equipped to deal with me there. He turned his house in a place where I would never again see the light of day. It wasn’t just a house where he was going to force me to have sex with him and have his children, but it was literally a place where I would never see any other human being again. Not ever. Not even a doctor or nurse.”
Chester gave a sad smile and nodded, “it was very clear he was intending to keep you there forever.”
“Is there something wrong with me?”
Chester’s brows furrowed, “how so?”
“I could have asked Icaro to not kill him. While we were there, I considered if I didn’t want to have him murdered, I could have simply made him a prisoner in his own house. We could have put guards on him and left him there to rot for the rest of his days in a house where he would never live out his dreams.”
“It’s an idea.”
“But I really wanted Icaro to unleash whatever beast he has inside him to tear him apart. I hope whatever it is Icaro is known for in the world of assassins and the mafia,” she looked away with tears in her eyes, “gets put to clever use. I hope he makes him hurt in all the ways he hurt me and then a thousand times more. Am I a bad person?”
“No, honey, you are not a bad person.”
“But I really want him to die,” she felt a shuddering sob rip through her lungs. “I want him to die a cruel horrible death which leaves him screaming in pain. I’m going to hell, aren’t I?”
Chester gave a sigh and squeezed her hand gently, “I’m not the person to ask about the afterlife. I do know you’re not the one ripping the bastard’s heart from his chest so it’s not you actually killing him.”
Something in his tone made Zorah sit up from her reclined position, “what do you mean rip his heart from his chest.”
“The Beast got his name using a knife to puncture people and carving organs out with an efficiency the best surgeons would rival. I mean, don’t get me wrong, he’s done a lot of simple bullets from a sniper rifle because he wouldn’t be Dagoberto Lucchesi’s son if he couldn’t hit a target better than most snipers on the planet, but his nickname is from his up close and personal work.”
“Will Ippocrate be alive if he rips his heart out of his chest?”
“Zorah, do you know how near impossible it would be to rip a beating heart out of a man’s chest, especially a man as thick and fleshy as the priest?” At her expression he laughed, “you would want such a thing?”
She shrugged, “I don’t know. I only know the way he was talking about us losing our virginities together made me want to rip him to shreds and the idea of Icaro ripping his still beating heart from his chest is giving me a joy I shouldn’t want.” Admitting her next thought was hard but she did it anyway, and she wiped tears off her cheeks with the back of her hands “I feel very much like Icaro taking the life of the man who abused me is giving him hero vibes for me.”
“You said you loved him tonight,” Chester was smiling. “Did you mean it or was it the heat of the moment or something to simply fuck with Ippocrate?”
“I meant it, but I regret saying it.”
“Why?”
“I wish I could take it back and say it to him when it’s only the two of us in a private moment.”
“I think he appreciated you saying it when you said it. He is not a shy quiet man, Zorah and he would scream his love for you on the busiest street in the world. He knows though you are not the same and the fact you could boldly say something like this to him with all those people around, was special for him. I know.”
“Thank you.” She reached out and hugged him tight. “I’m glad you’re my father and I’m really glad to have you at my side tonight.”
“I am incredibly pleased to be there for you. I’m the luckiest dad in the world.”
“Hey!” Shay’s voice interrupted. “You didn’t tell us you were back! We’ve been worried sick and you’re in here and didn’t even tell us!”
“Zorah!” Sidonia’s scream as she shoved past Shay to bound into the room and grab Zorah into her arms.
Zorah decided she was definitely going to need their hugs and love tonight. The worry it was going to get harder before dawn filled her and she leaned into her friend for the comfort she was going to need.
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