Caleb didn't respond. The whole world didn't seem to exist to him at this point.
Nate gulped, and stood between Caleb and Finney. His eyes stayed completely straight, fixated against the spot where he had been aiming.
"Caleb bro, she ain't worth it. he ain't worth it" Nate said. Nate began to extend his hands, and his fingers wrapped around the fat chrome revolver. It had a Taurus-like barrel attachment, and a very wide hand grip with the nice rubber grooves that spanned the width of the grip.
Caleb's arm quit flexing, as he let Nate take the pistol out of his hand, and Nate looked at Caleb, being completely sincere.
"I'm gonna hide this in the garage and we can actually talk this out, alright?"
Finney was still crying on himself and was staring at the floor when Nate walked off with the pistol. Poor Nate- thought he was doing good in the world. He didn't know Caleb had one weapon or another hid in every room in the house.
"Alright. So Finney, here's what's gonna happen" Caleb said, reaching up to the cieling of his basement and pulling out an engraved baseball bat, with "Caleb Reynolds" in fancy cursive letters on its side.
"You're going to admit to fucking atheena, incriminate Bradley in the process and I might only beat the piss out of you"
To Caleb, that was a fair enough ultimatum. He laid the bat against his right shoulder, resting its base against his left hand so that it went across his torso cross-ways. Finney was beyond scared, for many good reasons. However, he also made the last mistake of his life in his haste.
"I don't know what you're talking about! I would never touch her man! She's your girl! We all know how you feel ab-"
"So the photos and videos you took from your perspective on her phone- they ain't real, right? Professionally faked?"
Caleb asked, starting to laugh.
"I'm glad you lied" He murmured to himself before swinging with the full force of the bat. There was a loud CA-THUNK as it struck Finney's lower jaw, throwing it diagonally off course and severely twisting his face. Blood began to pour from a fissure along his jawline as the boy hit the ground.
Rather than swing the bat again, Caleb rather lazily just used it's base to bash finney's head from behind, and then he viciously stomped on Finney's throat two times exactly, and then twisted his boot heel until he felt satisfied. What was bellow his feet barely qualified for a human skull. Nate entered the room and fell onto his knees devestated. He basically just watched two friends die. Caleb would rot in prison, and Jessie was dead. Caleb reached out into his own pocket and withdrew his iPhone. Half the case fell off from where he had broken it earlier.
"Aye...this is Silver. Yeah, my house. Shaq needs to bring all his shit. Yeah. Nah, I already beat his fuckin brains in. I'm sorry, it was a little intense, I'm still angry that he's dead because I kinda wanted to kill him some more myself. Well get Shaq's ass over here. Oh fuck off! Just come on!"
His voice was disturbingly calm and collected as he argued with mysterious persons on the phone. Caleb turned to everyone that was still in his basement.
"I am so sorry to make you all an accessory to murder, however, I've got someone else I need to kill that lives about 30 minutes away. Sadly, y'all gotta come with and anyone else that's been here tonight because the more incriminated y'all are, the less you can...well, testify against me should any of y'all decide to snitch"
His face twisted almost into a smile. Caleb almost seemed to be enjoying this. Maybe there was more to him coming back when he ran away from home than just leaving the gang life- it might've been for his sanity, too.
Maddie grabbed at Aly.
"Don't go. I'll be okay but don't go"
She pleaded with Aly. At first glance, maybe it was meant to confuse Aly into thinking Maddie simply wanted her there for the comfort factor- however Maddie knew what her cousin was about to do less than 30 feet from her. She didn't want Aly to leave until they had a plan, or before Caleb might say it was okay. Nate entered the room, seeing the two ladies, and he had Caleb's .45 Revolver in hand.
"I've just got to hide this from him before he fucking shoots Jessie. Where is somewhere he won't look?"
Maddie motioned to the table behind her which had dirty clothes for the washer stacked on it, and Nate went back to the other room where she heard him fall to his knees at the sight of Jessie being beat to death. Maddie's simply crawled a little down the heater and washroom to look in on the basement party area to see finney's head crushed like a watermelon and a deflated windpipe. She grimaced- she had to think of something, and fast.