“I’m sorry. I can’t discuss the case with you. Now, if you know something you wish to talk about, please tell me. Otherwise, I must get back to work.”
Belinda slowly walked in a circular motion, making Detective Brown uneasy. Animosity filled the air, and the detective grew annoyed at wasting her time. All for a nosy child.
When Belinda circled the detective the second time, she stopped behind her. The detective normally wouldn’tallow anyone to linger behind her, but she didn’t feel threatened by a young girl who still carried her childhood doll.
“You know, she was one mean cunt,” Belinda said softly into the detective’s right ear.
A sudden wave of alertness flooded the detective, like a punch to the stomach, and before she could turn around, a chain-like rope appeared before her eyes and suddenly wrapped around her neck, tightening and preventing her from screaming. Loud gasps escaped her mouth as she tried to loosen the metal chain with her fingers.
Earlier that day, Belinda had taken the chain from a chainsaw and kept it hidden beneath her doll’s dress, wrapped around Pin’s body. The chain was lined with tiny blades and spikes as sharp as razors, embedded in the metal.
When she used it, the blades pierced through the detective’s neck like a knife through butter. As she tried to loosen it with her fingers, the blades tore into her flesh, degloving the skin and severing some of the tendons in her distal phalanges.
“Pin Pon es un muñeco,
Macabro y pálido.
Se lava su carita,
Con sangre y ácido.
Pin Pon se desgarra el pelo,
Invocando un gran llanto,
Aunque se lo arranque todo,
Él no para aquí.”
Belinda sang as the detective’s head became severed. Skin, nerves, vessels, tendons, muscles, and bones all separating into rough, chewed-up strands, splattering blood on both the ceiling and all around the kitchen. Belinda cut her own hands as she held each end of the chain with her bare hands, moving it side to side like a Gigli saw.
Her face was drenched in blood, but when the detective’s head rolled down onto the floor, her eyes turned black as she reached for the cascading neck stump. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed hard, the detective’s heart still beating, pumping gushes of blood into Belinda’s mouth. She swallowed and gulped rapidly, holding the body by the shoulders. Detective Brown was now a human keg. “A party to die for,” Belinda thought.
After drinking the last gushing ounce of blood, Belinda allowed the detective’s body to drop to the ground. Her eyes were no longer black. With bloody hands, she investigated the belongings the detective had brought in with her. She had a briefcase, and inside it was information about possible suspects, Antonio being one of them. It just made sense, especially after Jenny.
Belinda was never careful about leaving evidence behind. Her hair or fingerprints must have been found at Miss Nancy’s, and they were getting ready to interview her dad, maybe even take his DNA samples. It was all a ticking bomb now.
Belinda positioned the detective’s body back onto the chair, placing her oozing, severed head on the table. She wiped her fingers on the woman’s hair and headed upstairs to shower.
After cleaning herself up and bandaging the cuts on her hands, Belinda headed back downstairs to make some tea while she waited for her dad to show up. She mixed the herbs in a pot and brought them to a boil; she was never about tea bags. Having the leaves at the bottom of the cup gave the tea a more earthy flavor. It made her feel more grounded. She took a sip of her cup, savoring the pleasant aroma.
Once her teacup was empty, she smashed the glass cup on the countertop. Breaking the glass into a mortar with a pestle into smaller pieces, she left some larger shards intact. From her pants pocket, Belinda pulled out some pill capsules. She emptied the contents into the sink and replaced them with the shards before sealing the capsules back up. She then placed them back into her pocket. Inanother mug, she poured some tea laced with sedatives for her mother.
While heading upstairs, Belinda tried to remain as quiet as possible. Her mother was at the end of her sleeping spell and could wake up at any moment, but she needed to hurry before her dad got home. After spotting the pill bottles on the nightstand, she quickly opened one and replaced the capsules with the glass-filled ones.
“Mom, wake up. Drink this tea, and you can go back to sleep,” Belinda said.
“Do what? Okay,” Camille replied, not fighting it.
She drank the lukewarm tea before reaching for the pills, just like Belinda had anticipated. While lying down, Camille lifted her head to drink the tea, then popped two capsules into her mouth. This pleased Belinda, and she left the room, leaving the tea on the nightstand.
Watching from the window, Belinda waited for her dad to come home. Once she saw him pulling up in the garage, punctual as usual, she poured the still-warm tea into a new cup and walked outside to greet him.
“Hey kid, how’s your day?” Antonio asked.
“Just fine, but I can’t wait for you to try my tea. Drink it now while it’s hot, please?” She begged.
“Well, I’m not feeling it… but sure,” he replied.
