7. Sid
SID
F reshly showered with my hair in rabbit ear space buns, to pay homage to my family's history, and winged liner, I walk out of the closet in a black Elvira-inspired dress, where the sleeves are long and hang just off the shoulder, giving me a hot-as-fuck neckline. It clings to my frame and cinches even more at the waist and once it hits the knees, the fabric flares, leaving a beautiful train behind me. I splattered some red costume blood on my chest and face and kept the shoes simple, a black flat sandal that ties at the ankle. Checking myself out in the mirror one last time, I feel ready to go to Papa’s and handle business.
My eyes move to the bed and they trace over Abi’s body, which is covered by the thin sheets so rudely.
She’s passed out, exhausted from her night and our playtime.
Her white hair is spread out over the dark pillow, it’s angelic.
I’m always so captivated by her beauty, she's classically beautiful, with minimal effort or care. And she doesn’t need all that shit on her face to stand out, she stands out all on her own.
Walking to the large windows which look out to the peaks of snow capped mountains and luscious green forests, I take the burgundy curtains and close them.
I'm unsure when I’ll be back, but this way the sun rising in the morning won’t wake her before she is ready.
Grabbing the gold chain leashes off the hook on the wall, I leave Abi in peace, closing the door softly behind me.
Walking to the back door, I call my babies in.
“Jack, Sally. Let’s go.” Dangling the leashes, they jingle, further enticing them and it works.
Snorts of excitement follow and I smile as I see their cute waddling bodies trotting toward me.
I latch the leash on each of them and bring them inside.
We start toward the front door, but the black VHS tape and white label with my name on it catches my attention once more.
I’m naturally a curious person, if I don’t watch the tape now, it will drive me insane until I do.
Hyper fixation will set in and all the ‘ what could be on it?’ thoughts would only distract me while at Papa’s.
Quickly, I give in, gripping it in my hand and the babies and I walk to the television, which has a VHS player attached; I don’t trust modern technology, you never know who can be watching, listening and invading your thoughts without you even realizing it.
The only reason I have a phone is for the society.
Sliding the tape in, the machine sucks it back and the flapped door closes. I press play, then sit down on the couch.
The screen remains black for a few moments, then the screen glitches and faded bodies can faintly be seen through them. As the tape continues, the picture becomes more clear, and heavy panting plays through the speakers.
The fuck is my brother doing leaving me porn? This is so bizarre.
Pulling my phone out of the top of my dress, I send my brother a quick message;
Why did you bring me porn? I didn’t know we did that now.
I wait for a reply, but one doesn’t come. Instead he leaves me on read.
Classic.
Sliding my phone back into my cleavage, my focus returns to the television.
A grainy picture fills the frame before a red head appears.
The camera is angled toward the girl, while laying on her back, her large breasts bouncing as she works the double-ended dildo into her cunt.
The lady’s partner has slid between her spread legs to join the party.
Their pussies touch, their pelvises grind against one another’s, and my nipples are rock fucking hard.
“Yes, baby,” is moaned loudly through the room, and my pussy tingles with need. This is fucking hot. Squeezing my thighs together I continue enjoying the film my brother has graciously gifted me.
The sloppy sound of bodies slapping against each other is increased as the naked bodies continue to chase the release they desperately need.
My own eyes become hooded and I seriously debate finger banging myself in front of my babies.
A sin, in my opinion, but the devil is whispering in my ear, “Sinning can be so much fun.”
While getting lost in my thoughts, another “Baby,” greets my ears, and this time it takes me back. I completely sober up, alarmed.
I know that voice.
Leaning forward, my head tilts in front of the screen and my eyes squint.
The fuck?
Looking at the top right corner of the screen, it shows the date in small white text.
Last night.
The redhead then tilts her face toward the camera, like she knows it's there and grins.
This bitch.
It’s that pest’s sister! From my kill tunnel!
“Abi, baby, you feel so fucking good.” Red’s focus returns to her partner, sliding her fingers up her slender body. She squeezes her nipples then arches her back .
My face is turning red, I feel it burning up.
Rage is steadily beginning to brew in my loins.
Then, Red’s partner tilts her head, I am still only able to see the back of it, as she raises Red’s leg, and starts peppering her inner thigh with kisses.
Red’s partner has bright white hair, this isn’t making sense. And as Red sits up, she brings her hand forward and begins to play with her partner’s clit.
The same clit I was sucking in my front entrance only hours ago.
I want to scream. I want to flip this fucking table then hang the traitor in my bed from her hair, killing her slowly while she’s in the most excruciating pain. I want to embarrass her, put the whore on display, carve it into her forehead while shaming her publicly before she slowly fades away.
Red. Fire. Blood. Venom.
That's all I feel. That's all I see.
She’s fucking dead!
Taking deep breaths in, I try to calm myself from being impulsive and reactionary. It’s something I have been working on my entire fucking life. My babies sense something is off, they get closer to my legs, protective with the little hairs on their backs standing.
They know. And they are pissed.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get your piece too,” I reassure them quietly while squeezing their chain leashes tightly in my hands.
Standing up, I quickly rewind the tape, turn the volume up to max, and press play once more. Leaving the video on the television, I swallow my hurt as my lip quivers.
This is why I don’t love. It hurts too fucking much.
A single tear escapes my hold, trailing down my face to my lips. I don’t lick it, I let it stay living in the pain of heartache.
“Come on, babies, Mama needs her mama right now.”
Letting the leashes go, Jack and Sally make themselves at home as I shriek, “Mommy!” In the front entrance.
Heavy footsteps are first to make their way toward me. My body collapses to the floor. Lying on my side, I allow my emotions to rise to the surface. Tears fall from my eyes and a puddle of pain forms before me on the floor and pools against my cheek.
“Sid. What have I told you? Pigs outside,” Dad gruffs in annoyance. “Jack, Sally, come out. Out.” I hear the back door open, hoofs trotting followed by the door closing.
Whimpers escape me followed by a loud, uncontrollable sob. “Daddy. I need Mom. Where’s my Mommy?”
Soft, hurried steps rush toward me. Kneeling down, mom’s soft hand cups my face, “Hey, baby girl, talk to me. What happened?” Her voice is concerned, I never let them see me like this, if I can help it. Vulnerability makes me uncomfortable .
Tripping over my words, I stumble, uttering, “Ay…” My lungs fill and I scream, “She’s evil!” I can’t seem to get a coherent sentence out. “Traitor! Mommy, she’s a fucking traitor.”
Dad panics,“Sid. Speak. What the fuck happened?”
Glancing up at my dad, his face screams ‘I don’t know what to do.’ It makes me smile whenever he tries to help me, even if he doesn’t have a fucking clue what to do.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I channel the brave Sid, the strong Sid. “Call Uncle Thomas. Put him on speaker.”
Dad listens, not questioning me. Mom’s face contorts with confusion. “Baby Sin, what’s happening?” she murmurs while still comforting me on the ground. She joined me lying on the ground. Facing me, her thumb rubs circles on my face as the phone rings.
“Whatever it is, the answer is no, I don’t have the energy today. I just had my dick sucked the hardest I’ve ever had it sucked by one of Greta’s girls. I don’t even think I can walk.”
Mom and I burst into laughter by the unexpected greeting, meanwhile Dad’s nostrils flare. “I can still take that machete away from you, you little shit. My kid heard that.” And in that moment, I can feel Uncle Thomas’s heart drop to the pit of his stomach.
“Hi, Uncle Thomas!” I try to cheerfully shout, but sorrow lingers and he knows me better than that.
“Sid. What’s wrong?”
I pause, pondering how to phrase this without letting them know anything. Tears well back into my eyes at the thought of it all, clearing my throat, I remind myself to be brave and ask, “Was Abi on a mission last night?”
His response is immediate. “No, I gave everyone the night off before the ‘all hands on deck’ meeting at your grandfather’s.”
I nod, absorbing it all. “Thank you! And please… don’t mention this. And I’ll keep your adventures my little secret too!” I giggle, trying to make light of my world crumbling around me. And my brother being at the forefront of it all.
Dad doesn’t wait for him to reply, hanging up the phone as soon as I’m done speaking.
“Can someone please explain to me what in the ever-loving fuck is going on? Sid, baby, you get to eat pussy whenever you want. What is there to be sad about?” My eyes widen in shock. I can’t believe he just said that to me.
“I’d eat your mom’s pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if she let me.” He follows that boundary-breaking bomb with a wink to my mom, his soulmate.
Mom scolds him with the biggest grin adorning her face. “Elijah!” Then returning her focus to me, she says, “Aw, sweetie, your mascara is running all over your blood splatters.”
Shrugging my shoulders, I bet it looks pretty and I reply, “It’s fine.
Let it.” I blow out a sigh and deliver the news and end the suspense.
“Uncle Thomas just confirmed it. Abi is cheating on me…” Pausing, I let them absorb this news as this is the first time I’m saying it out lo ud, making it real.
“Last night. She said she had a job. Got a text and left. Then I saw things… so many things and I don’t think it was the first time either. ”
Mom keeps rubbing my cheek. “I’m so sorry.
” She looks just as heartbroken as me. Abi has been in our family for years now, moving through the ranks from The Damned to Hellhound under Uncle Thomas, while also being directly under me at night.
She’s been my girlfriend for nearly two years. My first relationship and my last.
“Say the word. I’ll do it. Anything for you, baby Sin.” Dad’s pissed, his skeleton face tattoo amplifies it, and if I didn’t know him, I’d be shitting my pants in fear. He gets this black eye effect sometimes, and I worry this could provoke it.
Shaking my head, I say, “I’ll handle it, Daddy.”
His brow raises. “She’s fucking out. That bitch is no longer trusted. Do you understand?”
I nod once.
I do. And I agree.
Then, at the worst possible fucking moment, my brother walks through the front door. Placing my hands flat on the ground, I push my body up, turn to face him and glare at Blaise fiercely. I would burn him, make him melt on the floor at my feet with my glare, if I could.
Resisting the urge, “Can someone grab my babies?”
Dad doesn’t move, so Mom jumps to her feet and heads out back to get Jack and Sally, she senses the looming violence.
A deep snarl comes from me .
The many stages of grief have begun, and now I’m just pissed. Mom comes back with my pigs and I swipe the leashes from her hand.
Blaise is smiling, gloating even. As I walk by to leave with Jack and Sally, I mumble while passing him, “I hate you.”
Dad is quick to hear my words and jumps to my defense. “What did you do?”
Smirking, I relish in the tension.
Mom instantly steps in. “Enough! She’s just mad, hurt… broken. Sid, you don’t mean it, do you?”
Shaking my head, I feel the mascara drying under my eyes.
“I don’t know what I mean anymore,” I spit my words at him as I leave.
He fucking knew. He fucking knew and that’s how he decided to tell me?
All I ever do is try to protect him, why?
For the one time I need him, how could he not try and protect me back?
Greta must be awake from her nap, her walker echoes down from the hall. “I always hated that bitch.”
I love this woman. Looking back, her face appears from behind the wall but Dad beats me to it. “Mind your business, old lady.”
She laughs and snarks back, “Pussy is my business, asshole.” Mom and I laugh hysterically because she isn’t wrong. Well fucking played, Greta.
I take my family in once more before leaving. I am my father’s daughter, but I cry, I feel, because Mom’s blood runs thick through me too.
And because of them, I am Sid motherfucking Sinclair.