Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
My mind had become warped. It got so bad that I was embarrassed to be in the presence of others. I was convinced that there was no way they couldn’t see what I was thinking. Sex, all day, every day for a week and a half, and it only got worse when he never showed up again.
And then the phone call came. It was a young girl, but I was almost certain it was his sister or a relative because of the last name. My whole body started to tremble when I hung up the phone.
THUNDER
“But you have to be here to help me greet the guests. I still have my hair and makeup to get done.” This little girl is not only a pain in the ass, she’s also a whiny little shit.
“Why do I need to greet your hoodlum friends? Isn’t this just another one of your impromptu bullshit parties? No liquor, you hear me, or I’ll ground you for a year.”
“I don’t drink; you know that.”
“Yeah, but what about the rest of them?” A bunch of rich kids that don’t have fuck else to do but show up at my place to make me mental. People think the jocks are bad; they haven’t been exposed to the nerd gang hopped up on whatever the fuck they filched from their parent's stock.
Why they need to bring that shit to my house, I can only surmise, has to do with my sister or my career of choice. I’ve never given any of their underage asses weed, so I don’t know why they keep coming back. But at least one Saturday out of every month, my sister takes over my house with her shit and has them tracking back and forth through my shit.
I don’t deny her shit. From the day I took her out of that shack, she hasn’t wanted for anything, and I have made sure she got to have the life I wish I had as a kid. Yeah, I spoil her, but she’s a good kid with a good head on her shoulder. She only knows to bother the shit out of me and no one else, though.
“Fine, I’ll answer the door until you get your ugly face on, but then you’re on your own. I don’t feel like playing twenty questions with that asshole friend of yours; what’s his name? Tyler, Troy, Trey, whatever the fuck.” She blushed, which is what I was looking for. I knew she was into that kid. I’ll burn his ass in the firepit out back.
“It’s Kyle, you moron.”
“Ah, yes, Kyle.” I sneered at her, and she ran her ass back upstairs, calling out warnings of mayhem to come if I didn’t behave. I cursed under my breath and went to sit and wait for the doorbell to ring. I don’t see why she couldn’t just leave the shit open for them to walk in.
But I never question her little quirks because I never know if the shit she does is leftover trauma from her past or just her being a teenager. The last asshole that took part in her abduction was already dead and buried in my personal graveyard, so she knew she was safe now.
Yes, she knows I hunted them down because I wanted her to know. She doesn’t know that I cooked them all in a brazen bull or that I castrated them on the off chance that they’d messed with her, although the doctors had assured me that she was fine. I don’t trust them, either.
As I said, the first two hadn’t known the ins and outs or the whys. They were just there to get paid. That didn’t stop me from torturing their asses, though, and that’s what led me to the latest one. He was the one who’d hired the other two to do the job, but someone else had paid him to do the job in the first place. Now I know the name of that someone.
As it turns out, it had nothing to do with me after all. Dad owed some gambling debts, and one of them decided to take his kid as collateral. What they’d planned to do with her if he didn’t pay up, I have no clue, and they all swore none of them touched her, something she too had claimed all along, but seeing some of the shit I’d seen in the last few years while helping kids get off the streets, I was never too sure.
Now I have to bring down the last asshole, but his end isn’t going to be as easy as the first three. I don’t care what reason he had for the shit he did; he traumatized my baby sister. That’s gonna be a no for me.
Kids started showing up around half an hour later, and I just pointed to the party room. Yes, my house is one of those old castles with a ballroom of all things. My sister works the hell out of that room as many parties as she be throwing in there.