Chapter 10 I Guess This Is It.
I Guess This Is It...
Charlee
Driving down the block, I pull a bitch and head for Jeremy’s.
Might as well park right in his driveway.
He can take the heat for Vaughn's disappearance.
Add that to his resume: of rapist, killer, pedophile and asshole.
Shutting the truck off, I hop out and open the gate, walk up the stone path and lift my hand to rap against the front door.
It immediately swings open to a very pissed off Jeremy.
His eyes widen at the sight of me, but he roughly grabs my arm, hauling me into the house.
“Sky, what the fuck?” he yells, and I grin, “What happened, baby? You can tell me. I promise not to get mad,” He says, pulling me through the house and into the laundry room, where he is stripping me out of my bloody clothes.
“Sky, are you in shock? Talk to me. Whose blood is this? Is it yours?” He asks and I giggle.
His eyes snap up to mine, and I throw my head back laughing as his warm breath caresses my nipples while he takes my pants off.
“You are making this harder. How do you expect me to be serious and help you when you’re covered in blood, nipples hard and completely bare before me? ” he asks, and I look down at him.
“I’ll tell you if…” I trail off, lifting a leg and placing my heel on his knee.
He looks at my core, then up to me with a raised brow.
“Eat me,” I order, my voice coming out stronger than it ever has around him.
He licks his lips, grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling me closer to him as he shoves his face between my legs, sucking my clit into his mouth.
My body shivers as he laps me up, sliding a finger inside me.
He pulls away, and I look down and grin as I take my fingers, wipe across his lips, then bring them to my mouth to taste myself.
“Mmm, I taste good.” I purr and he smirks, placing my leg down on the ground as he stands.
“That you do. Come with me,” he commands, taking my hand and dragging me out of the laundry room and into the kitchen.
He cages me against the fridge, kissing my neck and jaw, then down to my breasts.
He takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking the hard peak before releasing it with a pop.
“Wait here.” He says, then walks out of the room.
I look around for the knife block that is usually sitting on the counter, but I don’t see it.
I step deeper into the room to find a weapon quickly before he returns.
My mind is a whirlwind as I move through the kitchen and finally find a pearing knife.
I hold it behind my back since I’m naked and I have nowhere else to put it.
He comes back into the room in nothing but his boxers, holding an object that looks like a butt plug.
“Turn around, spread your legs and bend over a bit. I want this in your ass while I fuck that tight cunt.” He groans, and I shake my head.
“No!” I spit, and he raises a brow.
“What do you mean, no? Turn the fuck around and do as you’re told,” he growls, but I keep my feet planted. “What is with you tonight?” he asks, stepping closer to me as he runs his hands down my body. I take a deep breath and brace myself for what is going to happen next.
“Hey Jer,” I say as I grab a hold of his dick through his boxers.
“Mmm, what Sky? Are you ready to be a good girl?” he asks as I stroke his length just how he likes it.
His eyes become hooded, and I kiss his chest, up his jaw and bite his neck.
He grips my hips, growling against my ear.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he says as I continue to stroke him, swiping my thumb over the tip and spreading the precum that’s leaking.
“I found out a few things today,” I whisper, tightening my grip around him.
“Oh yea, what’s that?” he asks as I take my other hand, still holding the knife, and I bring it up to his neck, digging the metal into his rapidly beating vein.
“That you killed your daughter and had the football team along with the cheerleading squad rape my mother and Oh—”
“Wait, what? What are you talking about, Sky?” He asks, and I press the metal deeper into his skin, causing him to freeze.
“I know what you did. You killed my father and my best friend, you piece of shit!” I spit just as I apply more pressure, he slaps the knife out of my grip and wraps both of his hands around my throat.
“I don’t know what game this is, baby, but I don’t like it. I didn’t kill your dad or Quinn. Where is this coming from?” He growls, tightening his grip as I thrash in his hold.
“Yes you did. My mother is Savannah and my father is Tripp and you fucking killed him!” I rasp as his eyes widen in realization.
“You- you can’t be? We made sure she could never have a baby with him. We killed the baby she was pregnant with.” He fires back, and I grin.
“That baby you killed— it was yours, you idiot,” I inform him. It’s the one thing I’ve been holding onto until now. It was in the letter she left me, and I’ve been saving it for this moment.
“You’re lying. No–” he lets go, and I heave, trying to catch my breath as he pulls at his hair. Then he spins on me, looking deep in my eyes and seeing what he’s never seen before.
“I look just like her don’t I? It’s the reason you’re so obsessed!
” I accuse, but he says nothing. So I keep going.
“You were so insecure that she found love with Tripp, and you couldn’t have that.
Right? If you couldn’t have her, no one else could.
So you made a plan with Tatum, and look how that ended up.
” I taunt as he stands by the kitchen table, shaking his head.
“What happened with Quinn? She would never try to kill herself. I’m her best fucking frien–” My head suddenly whips to the side as a sting laces my cheek.
“You don’t understand,” he spits, gripping my hair and smashing my head into the metal fridge. My vision blurs as he spins me around, throwing me into the table.
“Oh, I understand. You’re a fucking monster! A killer! A fucking rapist!” I yell.
“You shut the fuck up. Just shut the fuck up!” He screams, punching my thighs and stomach, then lifting my head only to slam it down against the wood. I scream, kick and sink my nails into his chest, arms and face. My spine aches along with my head from the number of times it's been banged around.
“Fuck you Jeremy! Fuck you!” I scream, kicking him in the nuts.
He falls to his knees and I get up quickly as the room begins to spin.
I spot the knife on the floor across the kitchen and run for it, picking it up and turning just as he charges me.
Gripping my wrist, I try with everything I have to sink it into his chest, but it’s no use; he’s stronger than me.
My wrist snaps, and something sharp causes me to inhale a sharp breath.
It’s like the wind was knocked out of me.
I look down and see the metal blade sticking out of my chest. I cough as blood splatters against his skin.
I came here to kill him. I came here to avenge my best friend's death.
My father's murder and all the fucked up shit he put my mother through, and where did it leave me? Falling to the ground, struggling for just a little bit of air as blood seeps down my naked flesh. I guess this is it. He’s not going to save me.
No one can. I lay on the tile floor as I bleed out while he hovers over me with a cruel smile across his face.
“You could never be her, but I guess she’s next,” He laughs as he lifts his foot, and all I see is the bottom of it before everything goes black…