sick fuck.
“I feel sick just talking about it, my own sister, I still can’t believe how much she’s changed. She wasn’t like this back home, so I can only… I’d like to blame him for this, but…” She shook her head with that lost little girl look on her face again.
I pulled her back into my arms and the fury I’ve been keeping at bay all this time played at the edges of my mind. As much as I hate the asshole, I hate the sister even more for doing this to her. How the fuck does she even sleep at night?
Her tears only solidified my decision to go through with what I had planned, but now I was the one who didn’t want to leave her, not while she’s so broken. So I stayed, holding her in my arms until she fell asleep. I’ll wash the cock juice off her when I get back.
I eased out of bed once I was sure she was asleep and tiptoed into the bathroom to take a quick shower. My mind was already out there in the night doing shit. I got dressed in the walk-in closet so as not to wake her, in all black like a fucking spook, but I was about to do spook shit.
I slipped on a pair of gloves and opened the safe, removing the little vial I’d hidden there before closing it back and leaving the room. With one last look at her asleep on the bed, I turned and walked away. My blood was already singing in my veins. This was a long time coming.
I chose my bike for speed and headed out the few blocks it took me to reach my destination. It boggles the mind how two people could live in such close proximity and be so completely different. And that something that evil could live and exist next door to fucking human beings.
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.