REprisal - Kathy Coopmans Page 0,5
give anything to bend you over and fuck your tight, sweet pussy until I have you begging me to stop, you have something up your sleeve. Don’t play me for a fool, Clove. You won’t win.”
Oh, he’s cocky, all right. I may not have been able to save my husband’s life, but Trent is truly misjudging me and the determination I have to save my life now. I have a reason to live, one I am thankful for every second of every day, and by God, I am going to get us out of here.
“Oh for God’s sake, Trent. Now you’re acting all paranoid. What do you think I could possibly have up my sleeve? I’m a woman. I have needs, or have you forgotten all about those?”
My eyes skip away from his for a moment and I notice the door to my room is wide open. Shit, I have no idea if my whore of a mother is even here to enjoy this show. I might be doing all this for nothing. I try to calm myself down and take the edge off my frustration. I’d love nothing more than to kick this prick in his junk. The thought of him even being inside of me at all, let alone after he screwed her, is enough to make me want to slice it off and shove it up his cold-hearted ass.
These two are a match made in hell. Assholes. I put on my plastic Barbie doll face and bring my attention back to his darkened eyes, which are still ogling my breasts.
“Fuck. I would do anything to be able to bury myself inside of you. I have missed your taste, your smell. No one grips my cock and milks it like you do. It’s just not that easy anymore.”
He shoves his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. His shoulders slump and he turns his gaze to the floor, shaking his head.
“She threatened you, didn’t she?” I whisper.
His head snaps up and the hangdog look of his face gives it all away. Priceless.
“Look, Trent,” I continue, “You once told me you had a shit life growing up. Don’t you ever think about what a real life would be like, to be with someone who truly loves you simply for who you are?”
A part of me does feel sorry for him, even though I shouldn’t. He killed my husband. I will never forgive him for that, not even after I take my last breath, but he is tangled in my mother’s web of lies and deceit and he needs words of encouragement to get out of it. He will never know the contempt I hold for him, not until I’m ready to expose him for the fraud he really is. And especially not until I see my brother Zack, so he can put this lowlife behind bars.
It’s funny how the human mind develops when you feel trapped, growing up with no love, no support, nothing but heartache and loneliness your whole life. Even though my father gave us all the love and support we ever needed, I know what it feels like to be abandoned, distant from a parent who should always put their children first, to see them succeed, be happy, grow into a person they can be proud of. Stand tall with pride next to the life they helped create.
That is why I’m more determined than ever to get Journey and myself out of here. She, more than anyone, deserves to have a life full of love, laughter, and happiness. The sad part is she will never know how much her father would have righteously loved his little girl, worshipped the ground she walked on.
As she unclenches her tiny mouth from my breast, falling fast asleep, I vow to her I will make sure she knows every detail about her father. And even though he isn’t here to show her how much he would cherish her, just as my father was enough for Zack and me, I will make sure I am enough for her.
“What the hell are you doing in here?”
Mother of the Year is back, and she is pissed. Good. This is all setting up according to plan. Her face contorts, showing her age and all the wrinkles usually well hidden by all the makeup she cakes on her face. Even though she is the queen of hell, I will give her credit for looking as good as she does for her age.
“Answer me!” she