fence ) as she rolls over in agony.
She struggles to her feet and grasps for the weapon. Sensing that Brenda has certainly heard the c latter of the fence , she squeezes in betw een the back corner of the shed – where they keep the firewood – and begins to climb the cord of wood , still struggling for breath.
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Brenda, still clutching the slugger in one hand and rope in the other, jumps at the sound. S he darts her head out to examine, sees nothing, and exits the shed. Looking toward the fence, she s ees a sock dangling fr om the fence line. Brenda turns t o run into the house and loses her footing, falling face first into the mud . Brenda’s hands are full and cannot adequately break her momentum; instead, they slide outward into the mud , positioning her into the shape of the crucified. Her , already banged up , knee screams in pain as she connects with the earth. As she falls, she also hears t he sound of wood falling , sees a piece of timber roll from behind the shed , and knows that her daughter has almost gotten the drop on her again.
Little Bitch !!! – , she almost screams.
Using the bat as a c ane to steady herself , she finds her footing and turns back toward the front of t he shed, doubling back. She knows Jayden wants her to follow. The roof of the shed creak s above her. Before she can register the sound , a Callaway club split s her lips and shatter s her jaw.
Teeth land next to her , scattered in the mud. Blood r uns from her mouth , but she manage s to swallow a great deal first; s he is disoriented. Brenda trie s to push herself upright again. What she s ees look s like chocolate ice cream with strawberries and nuts. She utters a warbled cry as she look s down , seeing her teeth and bits of her gums lying in the mud, but no words came out. Her jaw is useless. What come s out is more of a haggard mooing , sound – like a dairy cow giving birth – than a cry for help. She can hear the blood gurgling in her throat as she struggles to breath .
“ Fore ! ” she hears Jayden shout from the roof of the shed.
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Derrick awakens in this living room floor, next to a shattered table, a bottle of Jack, and a coffee mug. His skull is pounding with every heartbeat. He is writhing in pain. The pressure behind his eyes is so intense that he can’t focus. “Help me!” he shouts. His words make the intense pain in his cranium more acute. What just happened? –, h e wonders.
He rolls to his side, glass from the table sticking into his shoulders as he rises. Using his left h and to steady himself causes a bolt of pain to surge through his body , starting in his chest; h e can feel his collarbone grinding against its other half and the sensation is nauseating and quite unnerving . He looks down to identify the excruciating scraping and sees the bone protruding from his upper chest , not quite breaking the skin and becoming a compound fracture, but visibly trying to do so .
He fights the urge to vomit a nd gets a flash of what happened. Brenda is here, she attacked him. Using his right arm this time to push his chest upright, he holds his left arm into his abdomen. By putting his right shoulder into the mantle of the fireplace he is able to use his legs to right him self and take his first staggering step into the hallway.
There is a guttural moaning sound coming from the open back door. He cautiously peeks his face into the kitchen for a second before heading to the knife block to the right of the range. Grabbing the small fillet knife , he steps towards the window over the sink, and he is mortified by the view . Jayden is standing over her mother , who is tied to the riding lawnmower in the shed. Brenda is attempting to plead with her, but her mouth is ruined. She is audible, but not understandable. Jayden is holding a baseball bat. She brings it down in three quick hacks – each sounding a little bit wetter and thicker than the previous . Brenda is silent. Still.
He makes his way to the patio door