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Prompt: Write about the sea, the moon, and a figure on the beach.⁣⁣

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He could just see the waves from his bedroom window, just barely. Darkness had descended outside but the stars were out, winking at him from far-off lands, showering him with their subdued flames. The moon was glowing; a halo of cold platinum bathed the black sea in all its heavenly fury. And yet, it was warm. His window is open in the search for that cool summer breeze, rolling in from the just visible sea, like the tide that ebbs and flows. The gentle murmurs of the waves washes over him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, promising him nothing yet everything all at once.⁣⁣

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TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse/Assault - Both physical and sexual

August 25, 1994 - Portage County, Ohio

“I could still turn back before I pass the last house and really have to commit to this.”

― Claire Wong

[She was zoned out, staring at the dried tomato seed that was stuck to the top of the dining room table. “You hear me talking to you, stupid?” Her stepfather’s voice registered, but it sounded like her head was under water. The blow came from behind, the back impact connected with the back of her head sending her forehead crashing against the table. Instinct had her bringing her hands up to protect the back of her head from anymore slaps, but it didn’t dull the throbbing in the front of her face. His hand gripped the top of her head and yanked her head back, her hands planted over his to keep him from pulling out any of her curly blonde hair. She knew better than to scream. He brought his face down close to hers, sweat dotted along his brow, his bushy mustache hiding his upper lip but she could see the spit glazing his bottom one. “You’re a dumb bitch, just like your mother. Can’t fucking hear when someone’s talking to you.” He took advantage of her hands being up behind her head and brought his free hand up to slap her face, the sting had her eyes watering instantly, but his hand came right back to her face, thumb digging into her cheek while his other four fingers pressed into the other side. She could feel the delicate tissue inside of her mouth pressing against her teeth. She closed her eyes against the pain which caused him to get even more angry and seconds later she heard it before she felt it. The wad of spit landed on her closed eyes. “Look at me. Open your goddamn eyes.” She struggled and partially gagged, but opened her eyes. “Now you look like your mother.” He grinned and she felt her stomach drop. He started to jerk her head down like he was going to pull her from the chair when the sound of the screen door slamming against the wooden railing of their trailer’s porch alerted him to her mother coming home. “Go clean your fucking face.” She fell to the floor aside of the chair and scrambled away before he could change his mind. 

She didn’t just wash her face, she took an entire shower. She scrubbed her skin until it burned and stood under the hottest water she could stand. She didn’t want to stay there too long. She didn’t want to be without clothing around Denny any longer than she had to be. Her mom was a waitress and had met Denny at the restaurant where she worked. They were married six months later when he moved in and that was when the beatings first started, only it wasn’t toward her. It was Kevin who got all of Denny’s anger and frustration. Her big brother Kevin was two years older than her and took every beating that was given. She often cleaned the blood off him and helped patch him up after rough fights, but he never complained. He said it was because he was a boy and Denny wanted to be the man of the house and prove that he wasn’t shit. She had watched her brother get wailed on from the time she was twelve, but when Kevin turned eighteen, he left. He promised that as soon as she turned eighteen, he’d come back and get her, but he said if anything happened before, she was supposed to tell him. She didn’t want to tell him that as soon as he left, the abuse was directed at her. Their mother knew, she guessed she just rather it be her kids instead of her, but she wasn’t even sure her mother realized anymore, not when she was usually high more often than she wasn’t. But every few days, she would sneak and call Kevin from the pay phone when Denny was asleep and her mom was either at work or high and passed out.

When Denny had her by the hair, she knew she was only saved from the sexual abuse by her mother coming home. That was something he wouldn’t openly do, but she also didn’t believe that her mother didn’t know. But if her mom had made good tips tonight, she undoubtedly would get high which would have Denny creeping into her room. And she wasn’t going to let it happen again. She had a backpack shoved in the bottom of her closet with shorts, socks, underwear, tshirts and a sweatshirt. Everything was secondhand, but she didn’t care. A lot of her stuff came from the neighbor who had a younger daughter and it just so happened that most of her stuff fit. After the abuse started, food really wasn’t a high priority, she just couldn’t find her appetite and it made her much smaller than she really should’ve been. Small or not, she wasn’t staying here another night. But she had to wait to sneak out. 

She must’ve fallen asleep, but the sounds of her mother and Denny having sex woke her up. Her mother always made a big fuss over him, stroking his ego. It was impossible to ignore the shouts and grunts and groans, but she was going to use this. She jumped up out of bed, grabbed the bag from the closet, threw her shoes on and made sure she had enough change for the payphone. The plan was to get up to the gas station, call Kevin and tell him she was taking a bus to see him. When he moved out, he found work with a mining company in West Virginia. It wouldn’t be a long ride and she knew she could handle it. She left the sounds of disgusting sex behind her, hoisted her bag up onto her shoulder and started out into the muggy August night. She occasionally stopped to slap a mosquito or two that landed on her legs, but she wasn’t going to stop for anything else. 

The payphone came into view and she quickly pulled her change from her pocket. She dialed her brother's number with shaky hands. Her brother was safety. He would come and get her and everything would be fine. She’d beg him not to tell anyone she was there and she was sure after she told him everything that happened, he’d listen. She heard his answering machine pick up. He was probably at work. She checked her watch and noted the time before she left a message. It was vague just in case and she told him she’d call him back after he was home. She left the number of the payphone and then hung up. She sighed and looked down at her feet. She didn’t want to cry but her traitorous tears dribbled down her cheeks and she lifted her hand to quickly swat them away. Her brow furrowed when she heard what sounded like gravel being crunched beneath footsteps, but just when she went to turn, she saw stars. Bright white speckles danced in front of her vision and she felt like she was floating. There was a sensation of being moved, but that couldn’t be right. She felt like she was being pulled? No…dragged. She couldn’t open her eyes for long. There were too many spots in her vision. There was a face above her, dark hair, a piece that fell onto his forehead since he was looking down at her. Was he smiling? Her eyes closed again and she felt herself being lifted. She tried to say something but all that was coming out were soft, pain laden moans.  

She went back under again, but her body jostled with the slight acceleration and deceleration. She was in a car, but not in the trunk or even the backseat. She was strapped into the front seat with his large hand gripping her thigh. She could feel his thumb putting pressure against her skin as he swiped it back and forth. She felt exceptionally weak and her head rolled to the side as she tried to make out the direction they were going but everything seemed to be spinning.] You’re going to feel so good in a minute, baby. [His voice seemed normal, almost appealing. It made chills erupt all over her skin.] Seems like you’re already feeling good. [His chuckle was gruff and quiet.] It’s the drugs. [His hand shifted and she felt pressure against the front of her, between her thighs and she pushed at his hand as much as she could, but her arms felt so heavy. She leaned forward, as much as the seat belt would allow and her head hung. She could feel drool dripping from her lip, but no words and then silence. 

 There was some kind of commotion that started to stir her awake, but not enough to be coherent. Blue and red lights flashed at the side of her vision. Her head started to lean toward the window, she could feel the cool glass against her skin. The voices around her seemed to swirl and she only caught bits and pieces of the conversation. 

“Sorry, Officer. It’s my little sister.” It sounded like she was underwater. 

“She was drinking…I know, I know…she’s underage, but I’m taking her home.” 

“We all make mistakes, just make sure she gets plenty of water in her and hopefully she learns her lesson.” The man with a much deeper voice replied. She tried to make several sounds, she was trying to lift her arms, tears started to run down her face as the words refused to come out fully. She managed to eek out a whimpering help, but then she felt a hand on the side of her head.

“I’m trying to help, sis. It’s ok. Just breathe.” He said.

“Man, she really did a number on herself. Alright, watch your speed and get her home.” The cop said. 

“That was close, baby” His hand left the side of her and slapped down against her thigh. She could feel his fingernails as they dug into her skin, but she was starting to go out again. Her head fell forward and drool dripped down onto her thigh. 

So much time had passed or maybe it hadn’t. She didn’t know, she couldn’t tell what amount of time spanned between each moment of unconsciousness. She felt pressure everywhere. She felt it against the back of her head, her chest and even down along her lower half. But she felt like she was maybe on a boat. Her entire body felt like it was rocking and she thought that maybe she was going to be sick. She moaned as the nausea ripped through her and her eyes started to flutter open, but then the voice above her sent a wave of panic through her. “I told you I would make you feel good. You like it just like I knew you would.” She realized quickly that the motion wasn’t from the boat, but from what he was doing /to/ her. She had found some strength somewhere deep down and started to fight. Her hands shoved and her legs started to kick. She needed to get away, she needed to get him off of her. She clawed and screamed and hit every part of him she could reach, but his laugh sent chills through her. “I love it when they fight.” She cried out hoping that anyone could hear her, but the motions sped up until finally he stilled. Maybe this was all he wanted, maybe she could survive and tell them who he was, what he looked…the burn that suddenly rippled from her stomach caused an abrupt halt to her thoughts and dashed any hope that might’ve built. If she thought the first burn was too much, the second doubled it. She looked down, their bodies were still joined, but pools of blood were accumulating on her stomach. She started to shake uncontrollably. She lost count at how many times his arm swung down and pierced through her flesh, but she knew she wasn’t ever going to see Kevin again.]

~Present Day~ Portage County, Ohio

[She sat in her car staring at the trailer now owned by Kevin Mack, the victim’s older brother. This case was a lot more intense than she realized it was going to be, but she could handle it. Exiting her car, she grabbed what she needed and knocked on the door to wait to be let in. Kevin was expecting her. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, they took a seat at the dining room table and she listened to Kevin go into a guilt heavy description of what his sister had been like, what their childhood had been like and it broke her goddamn heart listening to a man who was abused as a child fault himself for his sister’s safety and then death. “When I found her journal, I knew what had happened. I just knew Denny had something to do with her disappearance. You read it. I know you read it. It makes me sick to my fucking stomach that I failed her like that.” He shook his head. His trailer was evidence that he hadn’t truly moved on. He had no wife, no girlfriend, no kids. His space was dark and not entirely unkempt, but showed signs of wear and tear that he didn’t bother to fix. She placed her hand on his arm.] It isn’t your fault. You were just a kid yourself. And what happened to her after isn’t your fault either. The person who did it is the one to blame. [He shook his head. He’d likely been told that so many times. “I turned in the journal to the detectives thinking it would help convict Denny, but it didn’t. Not on that anyway. When they found…her…there were two samples. One came from him. The other from an unknown male. No one in the system. They were trying to point the finger at me, my own sister!” She knew that had to hurt, but that it wouldn’t have made it far considering there was no commonality in the samples to show a familial connection. He sighed and took a few minutes to collect himself. “He was arrested for the sexual assault, but not the murder. But the cops stopped looking after that. But I didn’t. There were other girls, you know. Look…” He jumped up and grabbed a box of files and rushed back as he spread them out in front of her. “I showed it to the cops, they wouldn’t even bother. They said I was reading into things. That they didn’t have any reason to believe that anything was connected. But they didn’t even look at it!” She reached for the folders and started to slide them in the box.] Kevin…I promise you I’ll look at them. If there is any kind of connection, I will look at it. You have my word. [She could see tears forming in his eyes and the exhale that followed was a bit like relief. She watched him blink a few times before he nodded. “Thank you. I just ask that you look. I know it’s been a long time, but if we can catch this motherfucker…that’s…she deserves justice. And so do those other women. It’s why I came back after she died. I couldn’t leave. It didn’t feel right. If she couldn’t ever leave this fucking place, then I wasn’t going to either.” She nodded.] They do. They all do. I’ll go through all of this and get back in touch with you in a few days. 

[With the files in her car, she started back toward the hotel. If what he was saying was true, then this was a lot bigger than two girls missing around the same time. It was rare for a killer to wait so long between kills after it being such a short time between the first two, but it wasn’t impossible. She pulled up at her hotel, lugged out the box and her bag and closed Apollo…is it too much to ask for your dad to just…send a bolt of lightning to where I can find this son of a bitch? [She heard someone clear their throat beside her and she looked over to see a woman staring at her and she smiled softly.] Power of prayer. [She hit the lock on her fob and hurried toward the hotel. She’d just order dinner and have it delivered while she showered and she’d eat while she went over the files. It was going to be a long night.] 

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Prologue