8. Eight Lakey
Eight: Lakey
W e waited in relative silence while Cam was gone. Edward tried to make small talk, but quite frankly, I didn’t give a fuck enough to answer. Stupid shit like ‘how are you’ and ‘what have you been doing’.
Who gives a fuck? What does he want me to say?
I kill people for fun. Or something more tame, like, I work at a strip club now? Like, honestly. What the hell does this pedo want from me?
“Lakey, I’m trying here.” He implored, leaning forward in his seat. There was this kind of eagerness in his eyes. Almost like if he tried to humanize me, or get me to humanize him, I wouldn’t lop his dick off and make him eat it.
I flicked my knife back and forth in my hand, savoring the cool metal against my skin. “What for? You didn’t give a fuck about me when that tiny dick of yours was near my body, so why the fuck do you care now?”
He grimaced and leaned back, before his eyes roamed to the missing photo on the mantle. Blood filled my mouth as I saw his pants tent ever so slightly.
I stomped towards him, pointing the knife straight between his eyes. “You get off on that picture? Is that what it is?” My voice rose to a fever pitch as I started screaming at him.
Without thought, my hand found my second knife and I brought them both up, slashing through his chest, tearing the flesh from his body in a large X. Blood spurted from his wounds as his jaw went slack.
“Wha…” His eyes filled with fear before rolling back.
“Oops.” I bit my lip and glanced around the room. I didn’t have time to clean this up. Cam was going to be pissed I killed Ed without him here to watch. Damnit. I hadn’t lost control like that in years.
As if on cue, Cam strode in the door, slamming it shut behind him. “Yeah, he was…”
He stopped talking, his eyes fixated on the dead fuck in the chair and me still sitting on his lap, casually wiping my blades off on his shirt.
“What the fuck, Lakey?”
I put my knives back in their cases and walked towards him. “I’m sorry, okay? He just… he said something, and it triggered my rage, and I didn’t really know what I was doing until he was dead. Trust me, I’m upset, too. I wanted to cut his dick off and shove it down his throat, but we can’t all get what we want now, can we?”
He sighed and sat on the couch. “I wanted to watch, babe. That’s not fair. Plus, what if he was lying? You need to slow down and think sometimes, baby.” Running his hands through his hair, he grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. “Thankfully… he was telling the truth. Carmen and Will are at 6471.”
I caressed his face before grabbing the back of his head and smashing my lips on his. “Thank you.” I purred against his mouth.
“Anything for you, Lakes.” He traced his fingers down my back sending shivers up and down my spine. “You wanna go kill Carmen and Billy boy?”
I bit his jaw, the coppery taste of blood and lust filling my senses. “Nah, I got something better to do right now. Then after that, we need to get some sleep. They’ll be there.”
He smirked. “What about him?” His eyes roamed to Ed’s corpse.
“Eh, fuck it. Leave him there. If he was telling the truth that he doesn’t have a relationship with his family, no one will find him for quite some time. By then, the trail will be cold. No one’s going to give a fuck about a kiddy diddler anyway.”
Chuckling, Cam nuzzled my neck, moving me so I was straddling him. He leaned forward, biting on my bottom lip and pulling it, snagging on where I’d split it open with my teeth.
I hissed, pulling back before pushing forward. I growled into his mouth and returned the favor, grabbing his bottom lip, biting down on it hard enough to draw blood. His groan sent a heat to my core, making me want him even more.
He groaned, “Fuck Lakey, not fair.”
Grinding down on his pants, I moaned at the friction. Not wearing underwear was a good call. “You know what they say, baby. No fair, no fun.”
He stood, sliding me off his lap in an unceremonious heap onto the hardwood. Like an animal, he tore off my thigh straps before pulling down my leggings. “God, angel, you’re so wet.” He groaned, undoing his pants and letting them fall to the ground, his cock hard, precum leaking from the tip. “You’re so damn perfect.”
He stared down at me before descending on me, ravenous. His hands were everywhere, wiping the dried blood off my face, pulling at my nipples through my shirt before reaching down and flicking my clit right before he thrust inside me.
I screamed as he found that perfect spot, his girth and length stretching me. He didn’t stop. His hands gripped my hips, holding me still as he fucked me like a rag doll.
“Shit, Lakey, fuck me. You’re so tight.”
I couldn’t respond, my moans and whimpers drowning out any coherent thought. His hips ground into me, rocking us back and forth, my back pushed painfully into the hard floor beneath me. His breathing grew ragged, his grip on my skin painful.
“Fuck, Lakey, I’m-” He bit down on my shoulder, the pain exploding through me as I experienced an orgasm that had me leaving my body. We both came at the same time; my pussy convulsing around him as he grunted out his release inside of me.
We laid there in a heap on the floor of Ed’s living room for several minutes before finally he pulled out and reached for our discarded clothes, wiping himself off with his shirt before helping me up.
“Damn… there’s cum everywhere. We’re gonna need to find bleach. Did you touch anything else?” Cam asked, hardly giving me time to catch my breath before he was onto the next thing.
“Really? We just had a mind-blowing fuck and you’re thinking about that?” I wasn’t impressed. I mean, I kinda was, I was ready to leave, but he thought of everything.
“Um, yes? Do you want to get caught?” He looked at me like I had three heads. “I’ll grab it from the kitchen with some cloths. We can wipe everything down and scrub the floor. Then we can leave our bestie to be found whenever he does.”
“Fiiiiiine,” I sighed, getting up and pulling my leggings over yet another load of cum. These things are going to be crusty as fuck. I followed Cam into the kitchen and grabbed some gloves, throwing him a pair before we got out the bleach and some kitchen cloths.
Wiping everything down was tedious. It took forever and burned my nose. When we were finally done, we took the supplies with us, putting them in a bag before heading out to our bikes.
What a fun fucking start to my day. Sex, murder… a bit of everything that set my dopamine levels soaring.
A flash of a memory invaded my happiness. Right before our social worker moved us to the Almines, Eddy had brought Bill in with him. He wanted to take turns. Whispering to me how beautiful I was and how I was growing into such a pretty young woman.
I was fucking ten.
Anger surged through me. It never got that far because that night, I’d hidden a steak knife under my pillow. I’d been ready for Ed. Bill was a bit of a surprise, but that didn’t stop me. They’d pulled their pants off and slid in, one on each side. I pulled my knife out, hopped out of bed and held it out. Bill tried to ‘reason with me’, but once he stepped too close, I slashed across his thigh, almost knicking his putrid dick in the process.
They left me alone after that. Mostly. It wasn’t long before Bill told Carmen I was ‘unruly’ and needed to go. So, after an interview with Sarah, where I told her nothing, she made the choice to move me. She hadn’t seen a need in moving Cam, but when I refused to go without him, she made the wise decision, bringing him with me to the next shithole.
God.
Rage burned through me, and I had half the mind to go finish Bill and Carmen right now, but exhaustion was setting in and my muscles were growing tired. I needed rest before we tackled those beasts. I’d been so caught up in my thoughts, I hadn’t realized we’d gotten home, parked and were on our floor. Following behind Cam, I trudged into the house, tossing the bag of evidence on the counter. We’d burn it at the barrel later tonight, I’m sure.
“Lakey?” Cam said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “You good? You look… I dunno, lost in thought.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about the next order of business.” Which wasn’t a lie. But I didn’t want him to know about my memories. They were mine and mine alone. For now, anyway. The ones I remembered. He didn’t need to carry my burdens as well as his own. Cam carried me through things that would have broken lesser people, and I didn’t want him to carry everything on his own. He also needed a place to unload and thankfully, that place was me.
That’s why we worked. We knew the pain and suffering we’d endured because both of us suffered in similar strains. No point in trauma dumping on each other when we could do something about it instead.
And Cam had given me a way to get it all out.
“Hey, babe?”
“Mmmm,” he replied, ducking his head around the bathroom door to look at me.
“I think I’m gonna start writing in my journal.”
He frowned. “Why?”
“I dunno. Kinda wanna do something new.” I shrugged.
“Well, okay, but remember that whatever you put in there can be used against us if anyone catches on.”
“I know. I’ll be careful. Don’t you worry about it.” I winked, trailing my finger down his abs as I walked towards our room, before sauntering off to find my one of my dozens of unused journals and a pen.
And so, here I am, sitting at our kitchen table, writing my first entry in this godforsaken thing because for some reason I thought that it might be ‘therapeutic’. I wrote until my fingers were sore, telling a tale about a giant, who towered over a little woodland fairy. Eventually, she grew big and strong and took her revenge on the evil giant.
With a giggle at the fleeting thought that I should write children’s books, I signed at the end of the short story:
Without Regret,
Lakey