Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
I pulled in a few doors down and walked along the sidewalk until I reached the house. I wasn’t planning to knock this time and used the cover of darkness to pick the lock. There was no security system, which I’d learned from Michele, so I had no fear of the beep alerting them to my presence before I was ready to let them know I was here.
I made my way down the hallway in the dark to the bedroom, where I presumed they were asleep and eased the door open with my finger. I peeped around the open door and saw and heard the two figures on the bed.
One was snoring, and the other was making some other kinda noise in her sleep that I don’t know what the fuck. Probably all the evil fuck shit she’d done haunting her ass in her sleep. Serves her twisted ass right.
I walked over and stood over the two of them tempted, so tempted to just put one in each of their heads, but that shit was too easy and too messy. I nudged his shoulder with the gun I pulled from its hiding place in the small of my back, and he came awake with a start. The bright light I flashed in his eyes didn’t help.
“Who are you?” I held the light up next to my face for a split second, and he damn near broke his neck, trying to jump out of his bed, which woke the wife. “Stay where you are unless you want me to use this.” I held the gun I’d brought along out in front of me, and that kept them still.
“So, asshole, heard you had a very busy week.” I put enough emphasis on that shit that only a dumb fuck Neanderthal would miss.
“It was you…you bastard…” He took a swing, which I deflected easily enough and, at the same time, caught the strong scent of alcohol on his breath. I’m pretty sure he’d had something much stronger to get through the last few days.
“My sister, what did you do to her?” I pulled the chair from the corner up close to the bed and sat while he flustered and gave me the same bullshit excuses as he had all those years ago.
“We both know you’re full of shit. We also know that what you tried to do with my woman pretty much confirms my suspicions.”
Here I turned my attention to the wife. “What kind of monster are you to try to put your own blood through that shit?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. We never did anything but take good care of her.”
“Like you took care of the girls from the home? And the ones you picked up in Boston and Philadelphia?”
“How did you…?”
“Shut up, you stupid cunt.”
“That’s not a very nice thing to call your wife. Do go on. I think you were about to ask me how I knew?”
“I’ll tell you. Your sister heard the two of you planning. Didn’t you ever wonder why she changed so suddenly after moving in with you? She told me her belief that you thought it was because of the death of her parents, but I can’t believe you two are that fucking dense. Or are you so good at this shit that you thought no one would ever catch on?”
Neither of them said a word until I started inspecting my gun, turning it over in my hand, running my finger back and forth along the length of it. “We don’t know what you’re talking about, heard what, what did she hear?”
“She heard her sister planning to let her husband fuck her and steal her virginity. She heard you plotting how you were just waiting for school to be over, so there would be no questions when you took her out of the city and locked her away somewhere for him to use and then discard when he’d had his fill.”
From the way she drew in her breath, I knew every word was true, not that I doubted before. The asshole remained staunchly silent, but I wasn’t expecting anything else from him. I wasn’t here for confession; I know those shits are ninety-five percent lies anyway. I just wanted to let him in on the reasons why I’d done what I did to him this last week and told him so.
“I asked you what the fuck did you do to my sister? Did you sweet-talk your way into her heart and then discard her after she gave herself to you?” Fuck this, I’ma kill this fuck! No one knows I’m here no one would look at me for this… Michele, she might suspect something. Fuck and fuck again.
“Your sister just couldn’t handle rejection. She couldn’t accept the fact that I wasn’t in love with her. The fact that she offed herself had nothing to do with…” I cracked him across the mouth with the gun. I couldn’t help that shit.