20. Road Rash
TWENTY
ROAD RASH
YOU SHOULD'VE KILLED ME WHEN YOU HAD THE CHANCE: A DAY TO REMEMBER
ASH
G ripping the edge of the sink, I let the faucet run just for background noise and the occasional splash of cold water on my face to bring me back to focus and soothe the turmoil within. I’ve always hated looking at my reflection in the mirror because I couldn't stand what was staring back at me—the disgust, the pity, the overwhelming sense of loss, fear, and shame. The bruised and broken version of myself. The list is endless.
But now, staring into the mirror, I see something different: determination, a fierce resolve, strength, independence, pride.
Yet, beneath the surface, the cracks remain. I'm still mending, piecing myself back together, a process Calista’s return has immensely eased. Having the group reunite lifted an unbearable weight I was carrying on my shoulders; each day feels a little lighter and easier to deal with.
There had been a time when, ending it all, just killing myself seemed the only option, a preferable alternative to confronting those who had hurt me. The future had been a bleak nothingness of darkness and betrayal. But now, it shines with a brilliance I never thought possible. I don't believe in murder, but I do believe in justice. In reclaiming the fucking power they stole. In retribution. And I believe in an eye for an eye.
My father ruined my fucking life—he shattered it—and now I'm about to fucking shatter his.
A smile touches my lips as I notice the newfound brightness in my eyes. I'm ready. Ready to reclaim my life. The consequences will come later; for now, I’m prepared for the battle.
Turning off the water, I dry my hands and face. Opening the bathroom door, I almost collide with Calista, a wide grin illuminating her face. Her arms are crossed, accentuating the curve of her breasts beneath the neckline of her tiny red shirt.
"Feeling better?" she asks, her gaze intense, almost predatory.
"Much better. You?" I reply, lifting her into my arms as her legs instinctively wrap around my waist.
"Oh, I'm feeling fantastic," she purrs, cupping my cheek with one hand, the other at the nape of my neck as we walk towards the commotion in the living room.
She leans in, her eyes blazing, and kisses me, her tongue a playful, urgent dance against mine. It's a tantalizing tease, a promise of what's to come after our mission is complete.
I meet her kiss with equal fervor, our tongues entwine, our eyes locked, wide the fuck open. She smiles, sucking gently on my tongue before pulling away, licking my lingering saliva from her lips, her gaze unwavering.
"What is it, my little psycho?" I murmur, approaching the neon-lit living room, its buzzing hum filling the air.
"Just a taste of things to come," she winks, laughing as she hops from my arms, smoothing her crop top and adjusting her black jeans.
"You tease," I growl, playfully slapping her ass as she skips over to Five, settling onto his lap.
"You two seem... happy." Five chuckles, nuzzling her neck, eliciting a shiver from her entire body.
I catch Killian's eye roll and Dom's scoff—their discomfort with sharing Calista is obvious. But I'm at peace. Calista and I share an unbreakable bond, a fact that seems to escape their jealous glances.
"Happy is an understatement. Tonight ends my fucking misery," I declare, ready to move. "Who's in, who's out?"
"Staying put," Dom announces, draining a Bud Light with practiced ease.
"Same here. We'll be here if things go south, and we'll come get you," Five adds casually, earning a pleased smirk from Killian.
"I'm in. After what he did to both of us, I want a piece of the bastard," Killian sneers, grabbing his pistol and mask.
"Good. Let's fucking go," I say impatiently, eager to end this chapter of terror once and for all.
My hands itch, knowing the chain is in the trunk of my car, the same one my father is going to be bound with as I drag his ass along the pavement with it attached to my car. And I'm going to drive as fast as fucking possible, hoping the road will skin his ass alive.
Calista rises from Five's lap and kisses Dom, a lingering, intimate kiss as if it were their last one— ever . A wave of apprehension washes over me. What if things go wrong? My heart pounds, my hands grow clammy, my carefully constructed bravery crumbling right before my eyes.
"Ash, come on," Calista urges, pulling me from my fear.
I nod, grabbing my mask and keys, and silently follow her and Killian out the door.
This is it.
The night air hangs heavy with the promise of violence. The city lights blur into streaks as we speed towards my father's secluded mansion, the engine a low growl mirroring the eager beast within me. Killian silently sits beside Calista, leaving the front passenger seat for my chain, his hand resting casually on his pistol.
The silence in the car is thick, punctuated only by the rhythmic thump of the tires on the asphalt. My mind races, replaying every detail of my father's cruelty, each memory fueling the fire in my gut. I grip the steering wheel, knuckles white, the chain beside me a cold, metallic promise.
We pull up to the gates, the wrought iron a mockery of security since this place is more like a prison. Killian effortlessly disables the alarm system, his movements fluid and precise, having plenty of practice before. The mansion looms before us, dark and imposing, a fitting symbol of the darkness that resides within its walls.
As we approach the front door, a sense of foreboding settles over me, heavier than the humid night air. This isn't just about revenge; it's about closure, about reclaiming my stolen life. But the fear—that insidious fucking serpent—still coils in my heart.
Calista squeezes my hand, her touch grounding me. "We've got this," she whispers, her voice a low purr of reassurance.
Her unwavering confidence is a fucking lifeline, pulling me back from the precipice of doubt. I nod, forcing a semblance of calm, and together we move towards the darkness, ready to face the monster within. The click of the lock, the creak of the door, the heavy silence of the hallway… it's all a prelude to the storm that's about to break. The air crackles with anticipation, a silent promise of the reckoning that awaits us.
My father won't know what hit him. He wanted to take my life away from me at such a young age, and I fucking let him. But now, shit, now I'm fucking finally ready to take it back.
"Ready?" Cali whispers to both of us, a fire in her eyes I've never seen before. She wants this as much as I do. She too is a victim of his diabolical sins.
"More than ready," I answer, slipping my mask on, even though I don't plan on wearing it for long.
Killian and Cali put theirs on too, the glowing red gleaming in my eyes. Taking a deep breath, we enter the house, shoving down the nausea we're instantly hit with.
The hallway stretches before us, a long, dimly lit corridor that seems to swallow the sound of our footsteps. The only illumination comes from the faint moonlight filtering through the tall, arched windows, casting long, dancing shadows that writhe like phantoms all over the walls. The silence is oppressive, a suffocating blanket woven from anticipation and dread. Each step feels heavy; each breath labored. This isn't the adrenaline-fueled rush I expected; it's a slow, agonizing crawl towards the inevitable confrontation—the thing I've been waiting forever for.
The scent of old wood and dust hangs in the air, a musty perfume that speaks years of secrets and untold horrors. I can almost feel the weight of my father's presence—a malevolent aura clinging to the walls, a palpable sense of his wickedness. My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the intimidating silence.
Calista's hand remains clasped in mine, her touch a steady anchor in the storm raging within me. Killian moves silently ahead, his senses honed, his movements fluid and deadly. He's a ghost, a shadow moving through the darkness, his presence a silent promise of swift and brutal justice.
We reach the end of the hallway, a massive oak door standing before us. The heavy wood seems to absorb the sound, muffling the frantic rhythm of my pulse. Killian produces a small, almost invisible device, and with a deft touch, he bypasses the intricate lock. The door swings inward with a groan, revealing my father's dimly lit study.
My father sits at his large mahogany desk, his back to us, engrossed in some document. The lamplight illuminates his silver hair, the stark contrast to the darkness of the room highlighting the cruel lines etched into his face. He's oblivious to our presence, lost in his own world of power and control—a world he's about to lose.
The sight of him, so unaware, so vulnerable, ignites a fresh wave of fury within me. The fucking years of abuse, the pain, the betrayal—it all merges into a single, burning point of rage—obliterating the man who had stolen my fucking childhood, my fucking innocence, my very fucking soul.
Calista gives me a subtle nod, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination that mirrors my own. Killian moves with the silent grace of a predator, his pistol drawn, ready to strike. This is it. The moment of fucking reckoning.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the confrontation. The chain feels cold and heavy in my hand, a tangible symbol of the justice I'm about to deliver. This time, there will be no escape, no one to fucking save him.
Cali and Killian stand on either side of me, Killian's gun aimed at the back of my father's head and Calista's knife grasped tightly in her hand, shaking, ready to be put to use.
But this is my fight first, before anyone else, and they know that. They're simply waiting for their turn before I chain my father up, attach him to the back of my car, and drive until all the flesh is scraped away from his bones.
We all take our masks off, making a point to let them land with a thump on the freshly waxed hardwood floor, grabbing my father's attention. He jumps, turning around in his chair while subtly reaching for the gun he keeps under his desk—the same one I already removed hours earlier when Cali and I came to check out the place in preparation for tonight.
He casually looks up, meeting my gaze; a fake smile to try and hide the fear in his eyes twitches along his lips, and I grin back, showing him that I'm no longer afraid. I pull a sucker out of my pocket, shove the wrapper back in it, and stick it in my mouth, stepping forward with nothing but the chain in my hands.
"I knew you'd come for me, Ash. I just didn't think you'd have the fucking balls to come so soon." He leans back, nonchalantly pouring whiskey into the empty crystal glass on his desk, one last drink to ease his suffering... but it won't help with what I have planned.
"No one's coming to save you, Adam." I call him out using his first name, knowing he's undeserving of the title of my father. “You should've killed me when you had the fucking chance.”
He grins devilishly, reaching under his desk, slightly to the left, right where his panic button is—the same one Killian disarmed, along with every camera, phone line, and lifeline my father has for his protection. But I return a grin, mine much more intimidating... for once, knowing he's fucked and there's absolutely no way, no fucking how his ass is getting out of this one.
His time is up, and it's about time he fucking realized it.
"Oh, you can push that little button all you want; it isn't going to work," Killian sneers, still aiming his pistol at him. "Same as your phone, internet, and any other kind of way of you getting someone to come save your ass."
"You're fucking done, Moretti," Cali coos, letting the words roll off her tongue in such a sexy tone it makes me want to fuck her right here.
My father’s face pales, the bravado draining from his features like water down a drain. The whiskey sloshes in his glass, a pathetic tremor I don't feel the least bit sorry for.
"You're here to kill me, son, then fucking do it. Or are you too much of a fucking pussy? Is that why you brought your sad little friends with you?" He laughs, and out of nowhere Killian fires his gun, putting a bullet into my father's arm, causing the glass to fall from his hand and shatter on the floor, the whiskey pooling beneath him.
"Kill, Jesus. Warn us next time," I gasp, feeling rattled from the shock of the gun still piercing my ears.
"Sorry. Just wanted to shut his ass up." He shrugs, tucking the gun into his waistband as my father begins to panic, blood seeping through his white shirt.
"Cali, baby," I growl, motioning for her to come to me.
She walks over, swaying her hips with her eyes still glued to my father.
"Yeah, baby?" she asks, finally looking away from him and into my lustful eyes.
"Be a good girl and bend over the fucking desk. I want to give my old man one last show before his lights go out forever." I smirk at him, stepping closer to his desk with Cali in front of me.
She leans over it, staring him in the eye as I rip her jeans down, kick her legs open, and step between them, putting the chain down to pull my dick out. Killian walks over and stands behind my father, taking his gun back out and putting the muzzle right to the back of his head, making sure he doesn't try anything.
"You ready, baby?" I ask, rubbing the head of my cock up and down her slit, feeling how wet she's getting.
"Oh, yeah. Fuck me, Ash. Show Adam how a real man does it," she moans as I slide into her from behind, pushing her chest flat onto the desk.
My father tries to look away as I pound into her pussy, shaking his desk, but Killian grabs his head and forces it straight so he has no choice but to watch.
"What, you got a problem watching consenting adults fuck, but don't have one when it comes to raping little kids, or your own fucking son for that matter?" Killian bites, anger seeping from his pores, darkening his eyes at the memories of what my father put us all through.
"Fuck you," my father spits, glaring at me, and all I do is smile back, yanking on Calista's hair as I thrust deeply in and out of her, never feeling her pussy so wet before.
"No, thanks. I'll fuck this pretty little thing, if you don't mind," I retort, kissing her neck while glaring at him, looking deep into his predatory eyes.
Each time Cali moans, my father cringes, and I fuck her harder and deeper, knocking shit off his desk. Her pussy clamps around my cock quicker than usual, but to be fair, I feel like I'm about to come earlier than usual as well. I sink my teeth into the side of her neck, leaving a bruised bite mark behind.
"Come for me, Little Psycho. Be a good girl and show Adam how you soak my cock so easily."
"Harder, Ash," she pleads, still clutching the knife as her head drops, her hair slipping out of my grasp.
I slam into her pussy, her walls squeezing me like a vice as she comes on command, soaking me as my cum spurts inside her, our grunts and moans echoing in the room, making sure my father can hear them. And he does, shaking his head.
Pulling out of her, I tuck myself back into my pants and help pull hers back up. I snatch her and kiss her roughly, whispering against her lips, giving her permission to do what I already know she's been dying to.
As she walks away from me, I slap her ass again, anxiously waiting to hear my father's screams so I can silence him with the heavy chain. Cali walks over to my father and stops inches from him, leaning down so her nose is pressed against his.
"What the fuck do you want, whore?" he spits, getting her to smile as she quickly raises her knife and plunges it into his cock, violently twisting it as he screams at the top of his lungs.
"I'm not a fucking whore," she snaps, twisting it some more until my father's face pales, the color nonexistent.
Knowing what I'm about to do, Killian and Cali both take a few steps away from my father as I approach, gripping the chain tightly. Before he can mutter another word or insult, I violently swing the chain, making it connect with my father's head, rendering him unconscious with only one hit, and it's slightly disappointing.
"Help me chain him," I tell Kill, handing him part of the chain that he wraps around his wrists while I wrap my end around his waist, making it as tight as I can.
Once he's secured, I yank on the chain and pull him out of his chair, a loud thump vibrating the floor as my father's limp body lands in a pool of blood and whiskey. And then I ruthlessly drag him through the house and down the stairs to the front door, a smile on my face as we step outside.
Killan grabs another chain from my trunk and hooks it to the latch on the back of my car. I drag my father down his mansion steps and across his driveway, connecting the chain around him to the one on my car. The three of us stand there and look down at him, a feeling of relief and peace washing over us.
"Let's finish this shit," I tell them, rushing for the driver's seat while Cali gets in the passenger seat and Kill slides into the backseat.
My car roars to life with a darkness to it that makes my hands tingle as I grip the wheel with one hand and the shifter with the other, putting it in drive and speeding down the driveway without a care in the world. Halfway down the rough, bumpy street, I can hear my father screaming, and it only pushes me to go faster.
When his screams finally stop, I pull the car over, and we all get out to see the damage done. My father, bloody and skinless, his bones showing all through his body.
He's dead. He's finally fucking dead, and he can never hurt me or anyone again.
Removing the chain from the pile of bloody bones, I wrap it up and put it back in the trunk, slamming it so it echoes in the dead of night.
"He's dead, baby. How do you feel?" Cali asks, soothingly rubbing my back.
"I feel fucking free," I admit, stealing one of her moves and dousing his bones in gasoline from the tank I keep in my car.
I let Cali and Kill do the honors, handing them each a book of matches they excitedly light, tossing them onto my father's bones, and watching a ball of fire erupt in the pitch black. I don't bother waiting around to watch him burn. It's over. It's finally fucking over...for me, anyway.
Now we have to deal with the rest of their fathers. But at least I can breathe freely again.
1. Mother
2. Father
3. Holden Graham
4. Gunnar
5. Adam Moretti (Ash's father)
6. David Blacksburg (Kill's father)
7. Jackson Gray (Dom's father)
8. State Senator Pete Gallagher
9. Mayor Kyle Benjamin
10. City Councilman Marcus Rutherford
11. Judge Hayden Wilson
12. Brockton Chief of Police Robert Bailey
13. City Councilman Mr. Josè Brown