Dead to Writes (April Almighty #1) by Tim Miller Page A

Higgins to be quiet. He didn’t care for being in such close quarters with the little goofball, but he didn’t have much choice.
         “You can’t shoot me,” Higgins whispered.
         “The hell I can’t.”
         “You’ll give us away and then Cletus will know you’re here. They all will. They might kill yer daughter if they haven’t already.”
         He had a point, but Bobby didn’t want to concede that to him. Instead he jammed the gun against Higgins’ eye socket.
         “Just shut the fuck up,” Bobby whispered.
         He studied the man as a smile cracked on Higgins’ face.
         “Don’t do it,” Bobby warned.
         “Cletus!” Higgins screamed. He barely finished calling the man’s name as Bobby pulled the trigger. The gunshot was extra loud in the small space. Higgin’s head exploded, showering Bobby with yet more blood and brains. The closet door swung open as the big man stood there glaring at him with one eye. The other was swollen shut.
         Bobby spun the gun toward him, but the big man grabbed his hand holding the gun and punched him in the face with the other. His movements were so smooth and quick. Bobby had no time to react. Before he knew it, the man had his gun and his head was bouncing off the back of the closet.
         The man was yelling something at him, but he couldn’t make it out. His ears were still ringing from the gunshot. Bobby tried to struggle to his feet but the large man grabbed what was left of his shirt and punched him several more times. He saw stars with the first few blows, but by the fourth blow, he saw nothing.
     

Chapter 20
     
         “Looky what I found in the swamp,” Marty said as he walked in carrying April over his shoulder.
         “Well shit!” Ma said. “Took ya long enough.”
         “She’s a quick one Ma. I say she goes next. I was gonna get that old one over there, but she’s too timid for me.”
         “You’re right. She’s just a waste,” Ma said as she walked over to Nancy who was staring at the floor. Ma picked up a knife from the table, grabbed Nancy’s hair and cut her throat with one quick slice. Nancy gurgled and gagged, which was the most noise she had made through the whole ordeal. Within seconds, Nancy was gone. It was as if her life served no more purpose than a throwaway character in a bad horror novel.
         April had stopped struggling as Marty placed her onto the large table. She was too bound up and there was no point in wasting her energy.
         “Where’s Cletus?” Marty asked.
         “He went to the house to clean up his eye. This little cunt cut him up a good one.”
         “Good, you psycho old bitch!” April yelled. “You’re whole family is a bunch of sick fucks.”
         Though for some reason, she felt funny. Not just funny from being naked and wrapped in duct tape on a crazy family’s table. But funny like she felt lightheaded and parts of her were tingling. Her girl parts. Yes, she felt a strange tingle in both her breasts and her vagina. It wasn’t a pleasurable feeling. It was as if they were asleep like when you sleep on your hand for too long. Except this was her tits and vag.
         “I bet you wrote the nastiest review, about killing my mama,” Marty said.
         “Didn’t you already blame Don for that?” she said.
         “So? Now I’m blamin’ you! Can I cut her up Ma?”
         “Wait till your brother returns. I told him he gets first crack at her. She has a cute little pussy though. I bet Cletus will split that wide open.”
         The mere thought of Cletus coming anywhere near her with that  monster dick of his made her want to throw up. No sooner had Ma spoken when the door swung open.
         “This guy was in our house with the Sheriff,” Cletus said dragging a man behind him by the legs. April sat up and took a look. Dad!
         “Daddy?” she said. Though he looked