Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Only, he must’ve heard me at the last second because that hit he was supposed to take to the ear ended up going to the back of his head, right at the base of his skull.
One second he was very much awake and aware, and the next he was not.
He was smothering the girl, and I had to roll my father’s body off of her.
She gasped when she rolled out from underneath him, scrambling up and away.
She looked at me with horror and asked, “Did you just kill your dad?”
It was then I had a conversation with the girl explaining that Ansel Singh wasn’t my father.
Apparently, my mother had slept with two men at the same time. And instead of her having twins from the same man, she had kids from two different men. One of which worked for my father for a time before he was fired.
Having this conversation over my dad’s unconscious body was rather odd, which only became odder minutes later when she finally got dressed and explained.
She hadn’t been unwilling. At first. But when she’d seen his micro penis, she’d gotten slightly flipped out and had tried to bail. Only, he wouldn’t let her. And had then proceeded to force himself on her.
I’d arrived just in time for the part where he tried to force his teeny tiny dick into a hole meant for much bigger things.
He’d choked her. Held her down. And told her if she knew what was good for herself, she’d submit.
She hadn’t.
And a fight had ensued which my ‘father’ had easily won.
Only, I’d arrived and saved her before anything ‘bad’ could happen.
Her words, not mine.
After she promised me she wouldn’t say anything about that day, she left, and that was when I realized that my father wasn’t just passed out.
He was dead.
And, because I knew this had to be staged just right, and there was no way I would get poisoned hemlock down my father’s dead throat, I did what needed to be done.
I put him exactly where he would need to be to make it appear like he had a bad fall.
RV bathrooms were tiny.
One slip and fall, and he’d fall right down the stairs.
And, oh, oops. He forgot to put his kettlebell away.
Dragging him to where he needed to be for this to appear believable, I didn’t leave until everything was perfectly in place.
Then I locked the door and threw away the keys.
Good riddance.
Hopefully he’s not found for a couple of days.
He doesn’t deserve a quick anything, funeral or otherwise.
Love,
Me.
Carefully I finished the entry, then contemplated burning the damn thing.
Having her confession written down on something that she could easily lose? That sounded like a disaster waiting to happen.
But I wouldn’t burn her stuff.
At least, not without her permission.
I closed my eyes and tried to will my roiling stomach to be good.
It didn’t listen, and I spent half the night throwing up, thinking about someone being hurt so bad that they were broken.
The first thing I would do in the morning was hand this over and suggest she burn it.
But first…I had to finish emptying out my stomach.
CHAPTER 9
She’s a ten, but she hits every curb.
-Hannibal talking about Hades
HADES
If he’d read the diary yesterday, he’d given me no indication.
He knocked softly on the conjoining door to our rooms, and I opened it in a pair of short shorts that resembled underwear with how little they covered, and an oversized t-shirt tied at the waist.
He gave me a once over, and his lips twitched when he read the shirt.
The shirt was black with white lettering. There was a stick figure man drawn on a road with a sign that said ‘BAD.’ Then the little stick figure is saying ‘that’s not a good sign.’
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
Before I could answer, his phone rang.
“Hello?” Hannibal said, moving so that he was standing in his own room.
“Yeah,” he grumbled. “I am. Why?”
There was a long pause where he listened to whatever was being said on the other end of the line, and then he was shaking his head and looking out the window.
“Listen, bro,” Hannibal said, sounding amused. “This isn’t that type of circus.”
I snickered.
No, it definitely was not.
I’d done a lot of research the night before on Vegas Royale. And though it wasn’t like any circus I’d ever seen, it certainly wasn’t a bad thing. It was kind of awesome…for adults.
“Feel free to come out,” Hannibal said to his brother. “But seriously, don’t bring the kids.”
They talked for a few more minutes, and I saw a pair of sweatpants on the edge of the bed.
I picked them up, waited for Hannibal to hang up, then said, “Do you mind if I wear these?”
He shrugged.
“Thanks,” I said as I slipped them on. “I didn’t think it’d be this cold up here, and I left in a hurry. I don’t have much winter gear. I’ll have to get some today while I’m exploring.”