Chapter 25 Hey Little One
She lay there, absent, torn apart by the demons who laughed next to a fire not too far away.
The moonlight shined down on her as if she was lying on some sacred ground as its goddess.
With her midnight-black hair glistening, she looked ethereal.
She was so petite it was hard to believe she was seventeen or eighteen and not eleven.
Except for the very high, not-so-full cheeks and long face.
What curse have you branded me with?
I kept racking my brain. There had to be something I could do for her, but there wasn’t. That little boy I used to be… he would have been unforgiving.
I got up and joined the others. The fire was as tall as me, sending off too dry of a heat, almost burning my face as I sat staring at it from a beach chair.
They were smoking weed and drinking whiskey.
The temptation to walk into the fire took over and erased every goddamn thought I’d ever had.
Truly, I had no reason to keep living, and the realization I had turned into the exact monster who’d broken me became more unbearable every day.
That night had been the heaviest. But I denied myself the sweetness of death because I had everything planned.
As soon as I managed to get the big boss’s identity, I’d shoot myself dead.
My victims were set to receive a short letter.
I’m so sorry for what I did to you.
I assure you, it will never happen again because I’ve killed every motherfucker who was involved in ruining you and your life, and the fact that you are receiving this letter means that list includes me too.
I hope that helps you sleep better at night, knowing all your monsters are dead.
I hope you can heal. You deserve so much more than what I gave you.
– Sir
All the money I’d saved would be divided evenly between them. With what I’d made, they each were set to receive two million US dollars. Not anywhere near enough. Maybe the money could help them buy a safe home, start a business, who knew. All I knew was it was the least I could do.
“Hey!” Mael yelled, and it grabbed my attention. He jutted his chin at me. “So, how was it?”
I smiled while nodding with one of my eyebrows arched.
“It was fucking good. The girl knows how to suck dick. Wonder how the rest of her feels.” The worst part of what I was saying was I wasn’t lying.
My instant extreme craving for her was something I’d never felt before.
Too bad she was his girlfriend. In the past, I’d avoided any girl I was attracted to as a way to protect them, but this girl, she wasn’t giving me a choice at all.
He chuckled and turned his face to his friends.
His thumb pointed at me while he laughed and joked to the others.
“This one likes making them fall in love with him while he rapes them. Soooo romantic.” Then he turned his face back to me.
“You have the skills of a caveman when it comes to girls,” he said.
His ridicule and insults fell flat to me, and I didn’t pretend to be amused. I simply stared at all three of them without flinching, blinking. My blank expression always made people uncomfortable.
Gabin was the first to get up.
“Where are you going?” Mael asked.
“Gotta fucking pee. Chill, man.”
I narrowed my right eye. We’d just watched him fuck her to near death, so why was he needing privacy? Also, why was he walking toward her? I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and served myself some in the cheap plastic cup they’d given me at some point.
After a long while, Sylban went after Gabin. The silence was good while we watched the fire dance with the wind then grow and flare.
“You really don’t know, do you?”
“What?”
“You don’t realize why I brought you here, with me?”
“You didn’t bring me here, Mael. I came because your father wanted me to make sure you didn’t fuck up tonight, which you have but not beyond the usual parameters. I’m assuming this girl is a nobody and you’ll let her go, right?”
He laughed maniacally, chugged the rest of his drink, then stood and threw the cup in the fire. “You really don’t fucking remember her?” he asked, standing over me, our shoes almost touching.
Swirling my cup with my left hand, I looked at him with a furrowed brow. I wasn’t appreciating how he was delivering his sentences. After gawking at him for a few seconds, my gaze dropped back to the fire.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He laughed. “You’re so fucking pathetic.
You’ve been so fucked by him and doing this for so long that you’ve forgotten your original little one?
You know, the girl you named all your fucking slaves after?
Yeah, don’t think I don’t know all your fucked-up secrets.
You always acted like you were better than me, but really, you’re just a sicker motherfucker. ”
I stared at him, exhausted from his gibberish.
“She’s the girl I slashed your fucking face for!
Can you not hear me? Do you not remember?
The fucking whore I stabbed you for!” He grabbed the neck of my shirt, and through gritted teeth, he added, “You fucking pathetic piece of shit. You even suck away the joy of my revenge. I won and you don’t even remember.
I made your fucking life a living nightmare.
I took everything from you. Everything. Especially her!
” The last word shook with how hard he was grinding his teeth and how loud he spat it.
Even after I understood what he was yelling about, I kept my composure. My face was completely expressionless while the dagger of reality stabbed me to death.
Oh my God. She’s alive. How is that possible? Fuck! All this time I’d thought myself alone in the world. I thought she’d left me behind, but he’d lied to me.
I yanked his arm away from my shirt, but he was still too happy for my taste.
As he stumbled, I lunged, grabbing him by the collar, and punched him in the stomach again and again and again.
He tried to punch back, but it didn’t hurt me at all.
I was numb. While I beat him, it all came together in my mind.
She’s Little One. My little one? Fuck… baby.
I didn’t know it was you. I didn’t know I was going to have to save you again.
As I thought of her, I couldn’t stop punching him.
The boy in me was so excited she was still alive.
He was bouncing off the walls of my soul.
For all eight years that I’d thought her dead, I missed her like fucking hell.
Then I realized I’d just gang-raped her, which ensured she would never be my little one.
That’s what he’d been talking about, and it had not registered into my mind because I was in complete denial.
It explained everything I’d felt since the minute I’d seen her in that blue dress.
My little one is alive. Little One.
I punched and punched and punched. It didn’t help that I had so much anger pent up inside me, so much self-disgust and hatred.
Finally, a voice inside me told me to stop, and I released him.
We both stumbled away from each other, him almost falling into the fire, but I saved him then pushed him so he’d fall to the side.
“I’ll be waiting in the car,” I said before walking away.
It can’t be. It can’t be. They told me she was dead. There’s no way. There’s no way that’s my little one. No! Noooooooo!
“How does it feel, Tristan?” He mocked my name like always. “How does it feel to know he lied to you? Do you still love my father?” he yelled as I walked farther and farther away from him.
I stormed through the bushes and trees, searching for her. Where the hell is she? She was here, right? Wait, where the fuck are the idiots? I circled the area, thinking I might have miscalculated the distance with my rage.
I stumbled over something. Slowly, I lifted my face and chest, realizing that beneath me in the dark was Gabin’s cold body. It must have been a while ago because the odor hit me—blood and shit. Fuck!
Was this you, Little One? Where was Sylban? Did he do this? If he did, then she was in even bigger danger. As I got up, Mael stumbled onto me, his head crashing into my back.
“What the fuck, man?” he yelled, then gasped at the sight before us. Surprisingly, his hands held on to my upper arms. Then he slapped my arm and clapped while cackling. “Oh my God. This can’t get better.”
“What the fuck is so funny?”
“She killed him, man! Can’t you see?”
“But…” But she’s so fucking small. How? And why would he want her to kill him?
“Oh my God. I knew it. I knew she was a fucking closeted psycho. This girl was always meant for me, man!” He ran away while yelling for Sylban, and I followed. On the way, we found Sylban’s corpse….