Father Knows Best (Part 5): Hell Hath No Fury
FATHER KNOWS BEST
“HELL HATH NO FURY”
“I can’t believe you walked right into this mess. What were you thinking?”
Allen Parker strained his eyes against the darkness, making out the crude shape of his brother Dale roughly ten feet away. He was sandwiched in between their father, Stephen Parker, and their frequent tag-along, Sarah Jones. All were chained to the walls of an old cistern with rusty irons, the only light filtering down from a dozen feet overhead. The light danced, flickering as if from a fire. A candle perhaps, or a fireplace? It mattered little. The Parkers were well and duly screwed.
“Me?” Allen replied with obvious indignation. “In case you didn’t notice, brother, you and pops got dumped down here first.”
“Boys,” their dad barked, “that’s more than enough from both of you. There’s more than enough blame to go around. What we need to be focusing on is our escape, not the folly which landed us here.”
“Father knows best,” Allen quipped. He was sore, and not just in the physical sense. Dale was right, of course, he and Sarah had walked right into the proverbial lion’s den and now they were completely hosed. Sure, he’d called and left a message with Dr. Connors, but who knew if he’d get it in time. Had he been thinking clearly he never would have allowed Sarah to get mixed up in this, and he sure as hell wouldn’t have let Cheryl Larson get the drop on them.
Cheryl Larson. He still couldn’t believe it. Sarah’s best friend’s older sister? He knew she was mixed up in Tracy’s disappearance, that the whole family were some kind of demonic offspring and knee deep in the school killings from two years back, but he knew those girls. Hell, he’d had one major crush on Cheryl back when he was in the seventh grade and she was a senior cheerleader for the Converse Bordermen. And she’s a freaking half-breed devil woman? Hm, when you think about it, it does kind of make sense.
“You know, Allen, there’s no need for your being a complete ass,” Dale jabbed. “Dad will figure out a way to get us out of this and then we’ll deal with the Larson girl.”
“Bite me, Dale, if our father were going to get us out of this he would have by now.”
“I am right here, you know.” Stephen Parker was doing his best not to lose his cool. Allen wasn’t making this any easier, and neither was his older brother. He expected better of his boys, but given their situation…
“How about all three of you knock it off,” Sarah growled. Allen heard the clank of metal on stone then saw her dark form moving across the small room.
“What the —?” Allen perked up. “How’d you get loose?”
“I’ve got big wrists and small hands.” Sarah knelt down beside him and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Now, the big question is, now that I’m free, how do I get you out of these shackles?”
“You don’t,” Stephen Parker said. “Not yet anyway.” He stood up, the chains giving him just enough slack to reach his full six feet. “You’re going to climb up me and get out of this hole and run for your life. Once you’re safe, you’ll call for help. Once you’re safe, do you understand?”
“Good girl,” he replied.
“Of course you are, Sarah, but you will make it. We all have faith in you. Now, let’s get you up and out of here before Cheryl Larson looks in on us. What do you say? Are you ready?”
“Good, now get yourself up this wall and you run like there’s no tomorrow. Don’t look back, you hear me? Just run.”
The elder Parker braced himself as the young girl scaled his frame. Standing on his shoulders she was just shy of the top rim of the rock-hewn well. A slight hop and she’d be able to grab the ledge. She steadied herself, visualizing what she had to do.
“Sarah,” Allen called from below. “Just in case, you know, I wanted to tell you… I… I love you.”
Sarah leaped, her fingers grasping the fragile ledge. Kicking with her legs and scrambling with all her strength, Sarah Jones rolled onto the basement floor, then she was up and running as fast as she could. And she didn’t look back. Not even once.
“A KNIFE IN THE DARK”