Nail Clippers, Pages 27 & 28

Previously.

Pulling the tornado shelter doors shut and securing the locking bar in place, Jenkins looked down at his problem-he needed to dispose of these bodies and quickly. He kicked the bodies of Chaz and Devin; dumbasses he thought angrily; never again would they cause him or Barbossa trouble.

A day ago…

Barbossa lay on the kitchen floor, not moving. The kitchen, a disaster; table smashed, two of the chairs broken, the other two scattered on the far side of the room, and the kitchen door hung askew. A skateboard rolled across the floor. Chaz sat against the wall holding onto his sides wearing a grimace. Devin stood in the basement stairwell, smug look on his face.

“Told you,” Devin said to Chaz.

“Fuck you,” Chaz retorted.

“Oh shit,” Devin exclaimed.

Jenkins stormed across the room, face red with rage.

“What did you do!” he shouted.

Chaz giggled and Devin snorted.

“Nothing,” both of them said trying to stop laughing.

“Stop laughing!” he commanded, as he crouched next to Barbossa; she was breathing.

He stood up and stepped to Devin, “You and him get out!”

“Why? We didn’t do anything?” Devin responded as his face turning red from trying to hold in the giggles.

Chaz’s giggles turned into laughter; he doubled over holding his sides.

“Stop laughing!”

“Holy shit, my sides hurt,” Chaz said.

Devin looked away from Jenkins to Chaz, “Told you. That was fucking…”

“STOP LAUGHING!” Jenkins shouted as he shoved Devin in the chest. Devin fell down the stairs.

“What the fuck is your problem!” Chaz shouted, standing up.

Jenkins rounded on Chaz, his hands wrapping around Chaz’s throat, “STOP LAUGHING!”

Jenkins bore Chaz to the kitchen floor, using his weight to keep Chaz on the ground. A few minutes later Chaz stopped moving. Sitting back, Jenkins remembered Barbossa. He gently picked up Barbossa, grabbed his keys, and went to his car.

Two hours later, Jenkins returned home. Chaz lay on the floor, not moving. The kitchen remained a disaster zone, but the house was quiet. Jenkins righted a chair and sat down looking at Chaz’s body. Working on a mental list, Jenkins remembered Devin, with a sigh he got up and looked down the basement stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, Devin lay, unmoving, his head at an unnatural angle. Another thing to add to his list.

****

“That was unexpected,” Jax said to Jetta over dinner.

“But a good surprise?” she asked.

“Yes.”

A few moments of silence, Jetta watching Jax push food around his plate, “Is something a matter?”

He looked up, “No,” he began, “I mean it was great…”

“But?”

“Well…”

“No, I am not leaving you and I am not turning lesbo on you,” Mandy said laughing.

“I wasn’t worried about that,” Jax responded laughing.

“Well then, what is on your mind?”

“Can we do it again?”

“I figured as much,” Jetta said laughing.

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