23. Chapter 23
Chapter 23
Dylan
A few days later, I’m sitting in my room, trying to finish writing the paper that is due. If I don’t get it turned in, I’m going to fail the semester. The atmosphere at Uni has been sullen. We killed Garrett the other night and it was the most riveting thing I have ever done. It was totally fucking gross, but it made me feel better inside. He wouldn’t give us the name of the person who orchestrated my rape, but he sang like a fucking canary giving us Bryce’s name. Right after that, Eas cut his tongue out and taught me how to stab someone in the back of the neck with a dagger, without having so much spray back.
He said the artery on the side of the neck and the throat make the biggest mess. He also showed me how to use a bone saw which is much sharper than your standard wood saw. Next week he wants me to learn self-defense, so that if I’m ever put in a situation like that again, I will be more alert and ready. I’m excited as fuck to do that. Plus, it will keep my body in shape and my stamina up, because Jesus fucking Christ, the way this man fucks and the amount of stamina he has, is outrageous. I can hardly keep up or I’m a pillow princess that loves to be worshiped. It can go both ways.
I’m almost done with this fucking paper as I wait for Eas to get here. His mom wanted to talk to him about something and then we’re going to dinner to plan out our next kill. My phone pings and I see it’s a text from my mother.
Mom: Are you home?
Not a ‘Hey, how are you ?’, just straight to the bullshit.
Me: Yep, writing a paper for class in my room.
I hear footsteps climbing the stairs and then my door opens. She peeks her head in and I look up, giving her a fake smile as I place my laptop aside. She walks in, still dressed in work attire which consists of black pleated pants, a dress shirt and a blazer over it with her badge hanging from the belt and gun still in its holster. She comes in and moves to sit on my bed. Now she’s making me nervous.
“Where were you the other night?” she questions. Here we go.
“Can you be more specific?” I ask as her eyes narrow. Uncle Spade told me to cut her some slack, but I fucking can’t. She never treats us like her children. It's always detective mode. My phone pings and I pick it up, seeing it’s Easton.
Eas: Mom just questioned me. We were at the school together. You locked your keys in the car and waited in the pool house for me to come get you, as instructed. Got it?
Me: Yea, mom just came into my room questioning me too. I'll let you know what happens. I might need a ride out of here, so be ready to save the day, baby.
Eas: Just say the word and I’m there.
“Can you put your phone down while I’m speaking to you? When did you become so disrespectful?” She probes and I roll my eyes.
“Carry on Detective.” I quip.
“I’m really getting sick and tired of your attitude. Now, where were you the night before last?” She asks.
“What time?” I say, getting up and placing the laptop in my bag, along with a change of clothes because I know this isn’t going to end well.
“Nightfall.” She says.
“At school, researching a serial killer for the paper I have to write, that you interrupted me finishing.” I answer, continuing to gather my shit for the night and sending Eas a text to be here in five.
“What time did you leave?” She presses.
“I don’t know…ten. I left and noticed I locked my keys in the car, called Easton, and he told me to wait in the pool house until he got there.” I shrug.
“Then what?” She asks, and I roll my eyes.
“Then nothing. He came, saved the day and we left.” I yell, throwing my hands up in the air.
“Watch your tone, young lady. You and Easton were spotted at a crime scene by a blonde eyewitness.” She quips and I laugh, placing my hand on my hips.
“Oh, let me guess. Bianca was her name?” I assume.
“How do you know that?” She questions some more.
“Because the bitch has it out for Easton and me.” I answer, grabbing my stuff, ready to head out the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?” She probes.
“Out, mom. Anything else you want to know?” I snap.
“With who?” She asks.
“Why do you care all of a sudden? You never cared before and now I’m getting the Riot Act because some dumb bitch ran her mouth.” I snap again.
“Don’t speak to me like that. I’m your mother. You show me some goddamn respect.” She yells and I can’t help but laugh in her face as I walk out of my bedroom door. She continues to yell as I walk down the stairs.
“Dylan, I am not done talking to you.” She follows after me.
“Well I’m done talking to you. No matter what I say, you don’t believe me. So why even bother wasting my breath?” I yell back.
“So is it true? You were raped, or were you just passed around like a gang bang whore?” She spits and I spin on her, getting in her face.
“You would think that, wouldn’t you? It's real rich coming from a fucking liar like yourself. No wonder Benny never wants to be around you. Why don’t you go lie to your little girlfriend next door? Does she even know who you truly are?” I spit and she gasps, putting her hand over her mouth as I look her up and down. “Bet she doesn’t know the real cunt beneath the uniform.” She slaps me across the face causing my lip to bleed. She’s lucky I don’t spit it in her face.
“Get the fuck out of my house, you ungrateful little slut, and don’t come back!” She orders. I leave with a smirk on my face as I slam the front door, walk down the steps to the white picket fence, swing it open, and climb into Easton's car. Fuck her. I fucking hate her lying ass. I look over at Eas and he gives me a smile as he leans over to wipe the blood off my mouth.
“You good baby?” he asks with a raised brow.
“Just get me out of here. I’m not welcome here anymore.” I growl as I look up at my childhood house. She’s always going to be a miserable human being that’s all alone. I don’t think I’ll ever fucking understand her.
“Alright baby, ‘House De La Crow’, coming right up,” he says in a terrible French accent which makes me laugh.
“There’s that smile. The plan of the night: food, school work, plotting and fucking, in no particular order,” he chuckles, lighting a cigarette which I steal because her calling me a whore and slut grates on my last nerve, but he rips it from my mouth before I can take a hit.
“I need to take the edge off, Eas. She said some fucked up shit to me in there.” I growl and he shakes his head.
“Well, you’re sure as shit not fucking smoking cigarettes. You can drink once we get to The Den, or I’ll even ask Antonio for a J. Those are your options,” he quips, and I huff.
“I’ll give you road head.” I smirk and he looks over at me with a smile.
“As much as I would love to have those luscious lips wrapped around my cock, I’m going to have to decline,” he laughs.
“You’re no fun. Dickhead.” I pout, and he laughs harder.
“I don’t want to kiss an ashtray, so shut the fuck up and chill out,” he orders.
“But I’m stuck kissing an ashtray. Make it math, asshole.” I shoot back.
“You love how I taste. You fucking moan every fucking time I swirl my tongue with yours.” He smirks and I huff again because he’s right. I fucking love every inch of him.
Sitting back, I seethe as I watch the sun disappear into the clouds, closing my eyes for a moment. I fucking hate fighting with my mom but what she said really cuts deep. I didn’t ask to be fucking raped, but I also should have told her, but fuck her. It still wouldn’t have made a difference. It would have been the same old song and dance. Question after question, instead of her holding me, telling me everything would be okay. Nope, not my mom. There’s not a caring bone in her fucking body. Easton clears his throat, taking me out of my thoughts as the wind whips my hair from him throwing his finished cigarette out the window.
“I hear the wheels turning in that beautiful head of yours. Talk to me, baby.” He says.
“She knows I was raped and accused me of wanting it. She even called me a ‘gang bang whore’.” I confess, noticing as he tightens his grip around the steering wheel.
“Fuck, how did she find out?” He asks, and I shake my head.
“I’m not sure, but what I do know, is that fucking bitch Bianca is gunning for us. So the first chance I get, I’m taking her ass off the board.” I promise, and the rest of the car ride is silent.
One way or another, they will all fucking pay.