I drove home blasting a song I’d long forgotten, because it was the only way I knew how to stay sane. He was gone. He was dead.
And it was because of me. I should’ve hated myself. I’d assisted him in killing himself. I had blood on my hands. Literally and figuratively. He was gone, gone, gone.
I parked and went upstairs, feeling like a monster.
I opened my front door and saw Pet on the couch. Her eyes widened.
“What on earth?” she asked me.
I’d cleaned off most of it. My nose was still bleeding from his headbutt though.
I wiped the blood away again, and it was only then that I saw him on the couch with her. Stranger.
I wanted to fucking kill him, too.
“Hey,” he said awkwardly. “I was in the neighborhood, I thought you’d be home…”
“I’m home now,” I barked at him. “You don’t come here unless you’re invited.”
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, getting up while Pet stared at us both. “I’ll be going. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come by like that. I won’t do it again.”
I stepped aside so he could leave. The look that passed between us made me think he knew what I’d done.
I locked the door behind him and ignored Pet as I went into the bathroom. She came after me, her soft voice scared and begging for an explanation. I looked into her pretty blue eyes and slammed the bathroom door shut. She didn’t need to know.
Staring at myself in the mirror, I remembered I did it to protect her. To avenge her, to make sure that chapter of her life was over, and to make sure that bastard never hurt another girl, another child.
I threw up into the toilet a second later. Not for his sorry head blasted open like that, but for all the girls he’d hurt. For his daughter, for the pregnant girl who was barely a woman, but he’d forced motherhood on her because the sick fuck didn’t even give a shit about protection. He was gone now. Gone forever.
I left the bathroom what seemed like hours later, and I felt like a very, very bad man.
So bad I couldn’t even look Pet in the eyes when she bombarded me with questions. I didn’t let her sleep in my bed that night, and I saw how it broke her. I watched her go to her room, closing the door painfully slowly, her eyes on me until there was barely a crack between the door and the frame. She was hoping I’d explain, call out to her, ask her to come to me anyway. But I couldn’t. She could never fucking know.
I went to bed only after wiring the money I had set aside to the pregnant student, and James’ family. I wanted them both taken care of. I made sure to make it anonymous through a glitch in their system, and only left a single message.
For what he did to you. To get better.Thirty-ThreeStrangerI knew it was a bad day to go see them. But as soon as I realized she was up there alone, there was no going back.
I hadn’t been alone with Pet since the day I met her. I’d seen them both several times since, fucked her with her guy there, both our cocks buried inside her. But not like this, never like this. Never just sitting down next to her, talking like we actually hung out outside of fucking each other senseless.
It felt too fucking good to admit. The girl was special, from her pretty pastel purple hair to the words that came out of her pouty mouth. She was so well-read it felt like she was much older than the eighteen years she’d turned a few months back before meeting King, as she told me.
I wanted to fuck her while we were alone. Wanted to bury my cock inside her while she begged for me and only me, begged for orgasm after orgasm. But I didn’t dare talk to her about it. I knew I’d already be in trouble if her guy found out I’d paid her a visit like this.
To be fair, Maria had been a huge help in my new stalking obsession. She’d started telling me all about her habits. I’d gone to a bar the girls had met up at twice, not that Pet ever saw me. I downed drink after drink, sometimes catching Maria’s eye, but most of the time, just fucking staring at Pet like a damn creep. She was getting under my skin, making a place for herself right inside my head and getting fucking comfortable too.
After King kicked me out, I got real fucking worried though. Something was up with him. Something fucked up happened that night, judging by the blood on his hands, but he wouldn’t talk about it. Not to me, not the next time I saw them both. He didn’t say a word, just came all the way down Pet’s throat right along with me as she sucked us both.