32. Santa
Chapter 32
Santa
S talking is an art form, or at least it used to be to me, before I found myself in this mess with Chrissy. I squat down behind a group of trash bins on their neighbor’s side, and a huge, ugly rat crosses in front of me, utterly unfazed by the large, menacing human standing not two feet from him. Fuck, I’m really getting tired of not being seen as a predator anymore. Have I lost my mojo? Do I need to go on a killing spree, so people and animals take me seriously again? I feel like I’m losing more of myself, and my swagger, every moment I don’t slice someone open and take their life. It reminds me that bathing in someone’s blood is also an art form, and I haven’t done that in a while either. Time to remedy that shit.
Instead of being back in my cabin, fucking the shit out of Chrissy, and filling all of her holes with my cum, or going to murder my spoiled shit of a brother, I’m hiding here in frigid temperatures, risking being found by law enforcement, and waiting for that oversized slobber fest to take the bait, and eat the peanut-butter-covered sedative I left him on Chrissy’s back porch. “Come on, asshole, just fucking eat it,” I groan. The damn rat stares at me, as if I’m disturbing his peace and quiet. “Fuck off, cunt, or I’ll feed you to a cat.”
I hear a growl through the warped wooden fence, and I know the demon beast has located where I’m hiding. I peer through the boards, ensuring to keep him away from my limbs, and his sharp teeth, and glowing eyes greet me. Fuck, the things I’m willing to do for this girl. It’s Christmas Eve, and I shouldn’t be here. I should be somewhere having top-shelf scotch, and drowning my sorrows, or covered in blood, celebrating the holidays in the way I do every year, with murder and mayhem. A groan escapes me, and the fiend next door lets out a vicious growl. I swear to fuck, if this thing bites me, I am going to tan Chrissy’s delectable ass with my flogger, hang her from my chains, and use every one of her holes as I see fit. “Here, nice demon, go and eat the yummy treat Santa left for you.”
Because I’m not taking any fucking chances, I throw another laced treat over the fence at Toothless, and pray I don’t end up overdosing the huge thing. Think Chrissy might forgive me if I do, it was the thought that counts, right? I was trying to bring her oversized baby to her in one piece, even though I think this thing is not really a canine at all, but some alien creature from the beyond.
He runs for the treat, and I release the pent-up breath I’m holding. I pull out my phone and bring up the cameras, expecting to see Chrissy still huddled on the floor and looking distraught. I don’t find her immediately on the bedroom camera, and my heart rate skyrockets before I reason with myself. How far can she have gotten? The door is locked, and her collar chains her to the wall. I think I really need a stiff drink right now, or maybe ten. The last couple of days have made me a frazzled, pathetic mess, with emotions and feelings that I don’t understand how to process.
Honestly, I don’t fucking get it. Someone could take a gun and point it at my father’s head right now and pull the trigger, and I would shrug and walk away without a care in the world, or a backward glance, and that asshole raised me from birth. Yet everything about Chrissy causes a reaction. She’s sad, I lose it. She doesn’t eat, I become unhinged. She’s in pain and doesn’t tell me, I want to rip out my own hair. She’s crying, and I want to level the whole world. Where the hell is all of this coming from? Is this what they describe as love? Am I in love with this girl? I’ve never loved anything, to my knowledge. The closest I have ever come was to tolerate something with slight affection, and that’s my brother, Micah. Even on a good day, I would probably shoot him without the slightest hint of remorse.
My head begins to spin, and my hands go clammy with the possibility that I am in love with Chrissy Cranbrook. It’s not possible. I’m not capable of processing those emotions, and yet everything about her makes me feel. What if she tries to leave me? What if I end up murdering her in one of my blind rages? The very thought has me stumbling, and I have to grasp onto the fence to keep myself upright. I can’t lose her, not even to myself.
I force myself to stand and take deep breaths, as I focus on the here and now. I can put steps in place to protect her from me when I’m losing my mind, while still keeping her by my side. In time, she may grow to have those same feelings for me. We can be happy together, just the two of us, and fuck, I guess the hellhound can come too, as long as he doesn’t try to eat or hump me. I can get us far away from here, and my father’s malicious and power-hungry grasp. We can disappear. I have more than enough money to support us lavishly for the rest of our lives. She would never have to work again, or put up with slimeballs wanting to touch her. Our lives will be perfect as long as no one attempts to separate us, and they won’t, because I will painfully murder anyone who tries.
With my little pep talk complete, I realize I no longer hear Toothless in the yard, and Daisy must have come home and let him in. Daisy is going to be a problem. I don’t think Chrissy will take it too well if I murder her roommate, but I can’t allow her to stop me from taking Toothless, or recognizing me and reporting me to the police. The little pest already went and made a missing persons report on Chrissy, despite being wanted on charges herself. That was both brave and stupid of her. Luckily for her, I made that disappear the minute Micah made me aware of it.
I climb over the fence stealthily and make my way to their back door, hoping the sedative is already working on Toothless. She’s left the door carelessly open, and I can hear her talking to the beast. “It’s okay, sweet baby, your momma will be home soon. Santa wouldn’t let her be away from you on Christmas night. You’ll see; she’ll show up, she never lets us down.” Toothless whines at her words, and I watch from the shadows as she gives him another treat. Spoiled shit.
“I’m just going to run to the corner store, Toothless, to get us a frozen pizza, so when your momma comes back, we have something to eat. Be a good boy, and don’t destroy anything. I mean it, Toothless, leave my shoes alone!” I hear her moving towards the front door, and then it opens and closes, and I release my anxious breath. This is perfect. I’ll be able to get the monster out the back door, and to the van I have on the next street, while she’s gone. I don’t look forward to having to carry him, but I won’t let anything stop me from making Chrissy happy.
I hear a groan and then a thud, and peek inside to see Toothless down on his side, his big mouth open and his pink tongue exposed. Thank fuck, I was starting to think I was going to have to tranq the fucker again. I slip inside the house and stand over his snoring body. How am I going to carry this fucker out of here without being noticed? It’s not like it’s a regular everyday thing to see a large man holding a massive cane corso over his shoulder. Fuck, I’ll need to wrap him in a blanket or something. I make my way out of the kitchen and towards Chrissy’s haphazard bedroom, grab the worn comforter off the bed, and return to the kitchen. I bend down, laying the blanket on the floor next to Toothless, and prepare to roll the demon like a burrito, when I feel something hard press against the back of my skull and a very distinct clicking sound, letting me know someone has a gun pressed to my head.
“Where the fuck is Chrissy, asshole, don’t bother lying. I know you took her, and are trying to steal Toothless too!” Ah fuck, Daisy. How did I not see this coming?