Repent (The Disciples 3)

After all, fair is fair.

“Hey Edge.” Crystal sweeps her long red hair off her shoulders displaying her brand new tits. Chuckie bought them for her two months ago. She’s tall and can seriously fuck. Chuckie likes to watch and has no problem sharing her.

“You okay, man?” Jason looks over at me, a frown on his face as I can’t seem to talk.

I nod and all three look at each other and burst out laughing.

“Dude, what did you take? You’re flying man.” Chuckie grabs my shoulder and gives me a shake.

“I lost Dolly,” is all that comes out.

“Wait, what?” Jason looks at me confused like I’m an insect, an ant that he wants to step on. They all want to step on me because my dad is a loser.

“Whoa, what did you take?” They all start laughing again.

“Okay, brother, why don’t you take a nap. Crystal go ahead and take him to our room. Take care of him, babe.” He slaps her on the ass. She smiles and whispers in his ear. At least I think it’s his ear. I’m starting to see rainbow-colored lights.

“Come on, Chuckie. It sounds like he got in a fight with Dolly. Let him rest.” That’s Jason but he sounds so far away. Next thing I know, Crystal’s sharp nails, her flowery perfume, and her soothing words guide me upstairs.DOLLY

Seventeen years oldI’m in shock. What the hell happened? I lean back against the seat and try to breathe. This is by far the worst day of my life, and I have had some shit days, but this?

He did not just break up with me, did he? We’re Edge and Dolly.

I lean my head back and replay it all. Somehow, I turned out to be the bad guy.

What the fuck? I look down at my legs and seem to be shaking. I handled the Homecoming thing wrong and he misunderstood everything. In a way, I should be beyond pissed because… well, I love him. Sure, I wish he would take school more seriously so we can get out of the club, but other than that I accept him.

Someone screams and the sound of laughter and splashing comes from the back. I need to find my mom and get out of here. This was a terrible mistake. I know Edge—he gets fired up, but by tomorrow he’ll have calmed down and we can talk.

Hopping out of the Cherokee, I slam the door and shiver. I trudge toward the back area where I left my mom. It seems like hours ago.

The air is cool, and when I rub my arms, goose bumps pebble my skin. I stop for a second. Something bad is about to happen. I need to go back to the Jeep. Instead, I move forward, my fear making me shake as if my body is trying to protect me, warning me to stop.

I look around and see my mom with my dad. His arm is slung over her shoulder and she looks so proud, so pathetically happy that he’s giving her his scraps. Like a dog that loves its master, my mother stares at him. And I want to throw up. This can’t be how it’s supposed to be. There has to be more.

I scan the crowd for him. He’s the one real person I need in my life. I need to tell him that I won’t be going to Homecoming with Troy. The whole thing is so clear at this moment: it’s not worth it. I see Axel and his buddy Rhys laughing with Chuckie but no Edge. I start to walk toward Jason, but instead of doing that, I suck in small, shallow breaths as I let my mind take me where it thinks I should go. I open the sliding glass door and enter the clubhouse.

“I should stop,” I whisper. As I walk up the stairs, the sounds of laughter and screaming fade. I make my way toward a door I should not be standing in front of, toward noises and light that I shouldn’t investigate.

It’s Chuckie’s door; we all know that, but the sound of grunting makes my blood run cold.

Slowly I watch as if I’m in an eighties horror movie. With my hand on the doorknob, I open the door.

“Fuck that feels good.” I stare at the one person in the world who promised me he would never hurt me. I stare at my beautiful Edge with his auburn hair and black eyelashes that are too long for his face. He’s lying on the bed, pants around his ankles as Crystal sucks his cock.

Her fake boobs jiggle as she tastes what’s mine and all I see is red. Like wax from a dripping candle, hot rage slides across my face until my heart pounds so fast I can hear myself panting as I attack. I reach for her ugly hair and rip her head off my penis. Edge sits up, his eyes coming into focus as he jerks his jeans up.