Luca

Seven years ago…

I still felt totally shitty for taking Kate Silvers on that God awful date earlier. I didn’t even like the girl, she smelt like stale cigarettes and tasted like cheap liquor when I kissed her. It all felt so wrong. I just knew she was low maintenance though and I was willing to try anything right now to get my mind off Chloe. I figured dating other girls in the area might help, only problem was none of them held any interest for me. They didn’t give me bullshit, drive me crazy and occupy every spare minute and every spare thought in my day. Chloe on the other hand smelt of cotton candy, tasted like cherries and I was pretty sure she felt as soft as velvet. (That one I had yet to test out though.) She made my heart race, gave me butterflies and sent me into a blind panic every time she was near me. So after being on the receiving end of Chloe’s wrath this afternoon, followed by that kiss I was worse off now than I had been before. My head was going the same way as my heart, it was falling under her spell and fast.

Maybe I was thinking too much about other people and I had no idea why. They didn’t take my feelings into consideration when they treated me and my brother like trash. Maybe I should just throw caution to the wind and be with her, be free to love her like I wanted to. What did I have to lose?

It was whilst I was contemplating just that and while Freddie was busy heating up a frozen pizza for our dinner that I heard the front door slam shut and my Father stumble then fall through the living room door drunk as fuck and spoiling for a fight.

Freddie walked through with the pizza and put it on the coffee table in the middle of the room. My Father just scowled at it then back up at the both of us.

“You call that a meal? I’m a grown man how the fuck am I supposed to live on that shit?”

“He didn’t bring it in for you.” I shot back wishing he’d just up and leave, pass out somewhere or better yet never come home.

“Every damn thing in this God damn house is mine. Even both of your sorry asses. Though God knows why I’d want those. You pair of faggots aren’t good for nothing.”

I felt Freddie shrink beside me, but I wasn’t letting him get away with his shit these days. I was learning to fight back. I’d started working out pretty hard and soon I’d have enough strength to overpower him, give him a taste of what he’d put us through over the years.

“Look at you.” He sneered as he looked us up and down with disgust; ridicule ready to spurt forth from his vile mouth.

“My sons, my fucking sons. Put you both together and you still wouldn’t be half the man I am.”

I shook my head, my Father was seriously delusional. If beating on women and children made you a man I didn’t want to be one.

“Take that little girl next door for example.” The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as he started to talk about Chloe.

“She flounces around here all tits and ass begging to be fucked but have either one of you tapped that?” He laughed now giving us a perfect view of his putrid rotten teeth and a hint of his stale beer breath wafted our way.

“You know boys.” He leant forward in his chair his grubby hands rubbing together whilst his evil eyes shone with wicked thoughts. “I’m gonna do you both a little favour.” His grin made me want to puke. He only ever grinned like that before he started on us, that grin meant ‘show time’ for him.

“That ripe little teenage ass in those fuck me denim shorts comes round here every damn day. Her pert little titties pushed into those little tops she wears.”

His eyes glazed over as he spoke and I felt my hands fist beside me. He was pushing all the wrong buttons here, when it came to Chloe I would go head to head with him. She was off limits.

“Tomorrow…” he looked between Freddie and me as he spoke, “I’m gonna invite her in, tell her you’re just upstairs and she can wait on the couch. Then I’m gonna fuck her tight little virgin pussy and ass so hard she’s gonna feel me for weeks after. I’m gonna rip her apart and enjoy every wriggle, every cry, every kick, scratch and scream she gives me. I like it better when they fight, makes me go harder for longer. You two faggots will thank me in the end for breaking her in. I’ll do what neither of you two can. I’ll give her what she wants.”

I couldn’t listen to him anymore, I knew exactly what my Father was capable of and I knew he meant every word. He would rape Chloe and I had to be the one to stop him. I couldn’t let him destroy the one good thing Freddie and I had going in our pitiful lives.

I launched myself across the living room at him, my fists flying with as much force as I could muster, but it barely left a mark on him. He even had the audacity to laugh in my face as he pushed me away and I fell backwards over the coffee table. What happened next I’ll never be ashamed of and I’ll never regret for as long as I live, I was doing what needed to be done, simply taking out the trash. Protecting what was mine, protecting those that I loved which is what any real man would do. I wasn’t gonna sit back and let him threaten her, even the thought of his eyes on her made my blood boil. I’d die before I ever let him anywhere near my Chloe.

So whilst he sat back stuffing his grotesque face with pizza and rubbing his rancid cock over his trousers as if he was warming it up for what he planned to do tomorrow, I made my way to my bedroom and rolled back the threadbare carpet under the window. Where the loose panel of floorboard was raised up, I hooked my finger underneath and lifted. There wrapped in a cloth was a hand gun I had brought from a guy I’d met through Al’s garage. At the time I brought it I wasn’t quite sure why I had. It wasn’t like I was a shooting enthusiast or that we lived in a gun toting gang filled neighbourhood, but something had told me that day that I’d need it. Today was that day.

I pulled it out of its hiding place and checked the chamber with the bullets to make sure it was loaded. Then with a sense of serenity and retribution settling over me, calming me for the task ahead, I walked back to the living room.

Freddie was sitting in the armchair looking at his feet and shaking. My Father was oblivious to the effect he had on my brother and was stuffing the last slice of pizza into his face.

I raised the gun in both hands up in front of me to point it at my Father. When he looked across and saw me he started to laugh again, not a hint of fear in his eyes.

“What you got there son? A Beebe gun? You should be careful waving that thing around you could really…bruise me with that thing.” He carried on laughing, mocking me.

“Luca don’t.” Freddie’s eyes grew wide.

No one knew I had this gun, not even him. I’d kept it secret because I figured if anyone ever found it I didn’t want to implicate my little brother in any police investigations.

“I wouldn’t worry Fred, you’re brother doesn’t have the guts. He couldn’t shoot a tin can let alone his own Father.”

My Father sat back rubbing his belly and smirking at me.

“You won’t ever touch her.” I snarled through gritted teeth.