Bonus Chapter
ROBBIE
My Jelly Bean was in one of her moods again. Calling out of work and holing herself up in that little townhouse of hers. She always came to her senses though. Realized there was nothing closer than family.
This time wouldn’t be any different. Big sister couldn’t stay away from this dick. And it couldn’t stay away from her either.
I reached a hand into the waistband of the cheap-ass scrubs the lovely state of Illinois had issued me and adjusted myself.
Other than the shit food and scratchy clothing, this place wasn’t as bad as they made it out to be. And it was a hell of a lot better than a jail cell. Plus, there was a lot more pussy ?round here than any prison I’d heard of. Fine-ass pussy attached to long-ass legs and a set of jiggly tits.
I watched the red-headed one scurry by the little panel cut into my door a lot faster than usual, her face flush and her eyes wide, and adjusted my dick again. Juliet wasn’t the only one with a hole worth fucking. These nurses loved a good sob story, and I had plenty of them I could dish out.
My wife cheated on me.
The pressure of providing for a newborn drove me to do it.
I wasn’t in my right mind when I found out we were having a boy (and not the bouncing baby girl I’d been promised).
It didn’t matter how much any of that was true or not.
Because these dumb bitches wanted to believe the lies.
They wanted to believe that the only way a guy like me—good looking, decent family, pleasant demeanor—could do something so heinous was trauma.
And I was an expert at pretending I had a shit ton of trauma.
I didn’t. I was just born with a few screws loose and I had no desire to tighten them.
Truth was, while my big sister was rescuing baby birds from their fallen nests, I was off somewhere dissecting their mother. Watching the way she flapped and squirmed and pecked until she finally stopped moving.
I stepped away from whatever was going on in the hall and turned back towards the single barred window.
Not that there was much to see out there other than the rows of creepy white crosses that lined the hill.
Probably should have put a chill down my spine or something.
All they did was pique my curiosity as to what kind of twisted shit I could get up to without anyone caring enough to look.
They sure as hell didn’t care about how loudly the door was rattling the other day, the sounds Juliet made, or how long she was in my room instead of making her rounds.
The door swung open and my lips tipped up into a smirk, only to drop when I saw some crippled kid staring at me from the threshold. I recognized him from our group therapy sessions. Other than that, I had no fucking clue what he was doing here.
He crooked his head to the side while eyeing me up and down a few times. “Aw, don’t look so disappointed. Bet I could blow ya better than that stuck-up sister of yours.”
I raised an eyebrow. Not because I was interested but because it had only been a handful of days and my secret was out.
I didn’t give a fuck. Murder, incest, neither made much difference to me.
Couldn’t say the same about Juliet though.
She liked keeping our reindeer games under lock and key and I liked keeping her under my thumb.
“Unless you got a cunt hiding between those rickety legs, you can fuck right off, Tiny Tim,” I grunted at the kid.
Instead of flinching, the fucker laughed. Guess I forgot I was dealing with a bunch of crazies.
My gaze dropped to the pair of crutches he was leaning on before flicking to his shaved head and almost-white hair. “Didn’t you used to be in a chair?”
“Didn’t you used to have a wife?” He swung out the duffle bag in his hand and tossed it in my direction. I watched it land in front of my slippers with a thud that told me there were at least a pair of shoes and some keys inside.
“What’s all this?” I muttered under my breath as I set the bag on the bed and unzipped it.
“A fucking unicorn.” The kid rolled his eyes. “What does it look like? It’s the shit you came in with.”
I glared at him over a shoulder. “Yeah, and you’re just giving it to me out of the goodness of your heart?”
I tugged out my jeans, a shirt, a pair of shoes with their laces intact and my house keys.
Along with my wallet and cell phone—the cops had returned it when they realized they weren’t gonna find anything I didn’t want them to find on there.
But that wasn’t all. There was also several pill bottles lining the bottom and a few packets of nicotine gum.
I would kill for a smoke…
“What do you want for this?” I asked, because I was certain the kid wanted something.
I’d been here long enough to realize this place worked on a barter system. I’d also been here long enough to know nobody had shit worth taking until now.
The kid shrugged before tossing me a keycard he must have snatched off one of the orderlies. “We need a distraction, and you look like the kind of guy who’s good at… distracting…”
I glanced from the kid, back to the bag. A private room was great, considering the alternative, but my freedom was better.
I flicked the keycard between my fingertips. “Does this get me outside?”
The kid grinned. “Sure does.”
Twenty minutes later, I was strolling out of Briarwood and over to the old BMW I found parked to the side with the keys still in the ignition.
I adjusted the seat and the mirrors, running my tongue along my teeth as I gave my reflection a once-over and tossed a piece of gum into my mouth.
And then I turned onto the gravel path that led me away from the iron gates and towards the main road.
I had a couple of hours before the nurses found a pile of pillows tucked into my bed and the cops were on my tail. But in the meantime, I might as well pay my big sister a visit.