Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Lucie

“So, when are you going to make your move?” he says, slapping Peter on the back.

“Gross, Kyle. Why the hell would I do that?”

“Because she’s FRENCH, man, and you know what they say about French chicks!”

“What? They speak French?”

“No, man,” Kyle says, laughing and slapping Peter on the back again. “French chicks are hot and go all the way, on the first date. THE FIRST DATE! Dude, do you know how hard it is to get a chick to go all the way on the first date? Don’t even bother to answer. It’s impossible. AND she’ll be sleeping under the same roof as you. You’d be crazy not to try something!”

“I don’t even know what she looks like.”

“Dude! She’s French, man. She’s going to be hot, and if you don’t tap her, I will.”

“Shut up,” Peter says, shoving Kyle away. Both boys freeze as they hear a car pull into the driveway, signalling the return of his parents with their new house guest. Peter suddenly feels sweat seeping from his pores, nervously wiping his hands on his trousers as he hears car doors close. He gives Kyle a quick glance and rolls his eyes at the big grin on his face. He turns away, breathing into his hands and nearly passing out from his own stale, garlic-infused breath. The door swings open then, and his father steps in, carrying two large suitcases with a huge smile on his face.

“Peter, go help your mother, will you?”

“I’ll help, Mister Winters,” Kyle says, rushing out the door. He returns moments later, white as a ghost, carrying another two suitcases. He locks eyes with Peter, shaking his head vigorously. Seconds later, Peter’s mother and Lucie enter, and she is, without a doubt, the most beautiful girl Peter has ever laid eyes on. She smiles at him, and he feels his cheeks redden. But like Kyle, his mother also looks at him with perplexed confusion.

“Pete, this is Lucie. Lucie, this is my son Peter. Treat him like your brother,” his father says, grabbing Peter by the shoulders and kneading them powerfully.

“H-H-Hi,” Peter stammers, holding out his hand.

“Hello, Peter, it’s awesome to meet you. Your mother and father told me all about you on the way here,” Lucie says in a deep, husky voice, grabbing his hand tightly and shaking it vigorously.

Peter stands there for a moment, not knowing what to say or do, but his father quickly sees his difficulty and takes control of the situation, kneading his shoulder once more.

“Peter, why don’t you show Lucie her room, and where everything is while you’re there—you know, the grand tour,” his father suggests. Peter buckles with pain, gritting his teeth and forcing a smile as he pulls himself free of his father’s grip.

“S-S-Sure, it’s down this w-w-way,” he says, leading Lucie to the back of the house. “This is your room,” he says, opening a door. “It, it used to be my sister’s room, but she’s moved to Brisbane with her boyfriend.”

“Lucky for me,” Lucie says, grabbing Peter and dragging him into the room, slamming the door behind them. Fifteen minutes later, Peter stumbles out of the room, crosses the hall, and enters his, where Kyle waits.

“What the hell happened to you?” Kyle asks, helping Peter to his bed.

“Y-Y-You, you were right. You were so right,” Peter says, collapsing onto the bed. “She just wants to have sex, that’s all she wants, man. It was amazing,” he mutters before passing out. Kyle’s mouth drops open as he looks across the hall at her bedroom door.

“It will be simple—high overload. I have already placed my seed in the boy. The town will follow, and then the rest of this vile world. We will…” A knock at the door interrupts her report. She quickly closes the small device and opens the door, pulling Kyle in. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she says, slamming the door shut.