July Moons at Camp Agonde

1. One

One

Jack

She was the last one, probably because of her psychopath father.

But now I knew I had him. That was the last confirmation.

I fired off a quick reply to Toni’s email accepting the job of Waterfront Director, yet again.

Toni was always a sucker for those boys.

She’d follow them to the moon. It might have taken a little longer than I’d have liked to get her father to agree, but now I could take a deep breath.

They were all coming back here. It was like I had set a tune, and they were all marching to it.

Even their fucking parents. Not that I really needed all of them for my plan to work.

Just Toni. My plan hinged on her being here, and on Franklin’s obsession with his own daughter, and with control.

The man fucking gets off on control. Holding that tape over me made him practically fucking giddy every time he brought it up. I bet he watched it sometimes just to get hard.

But not for much longer. Soon, my past mistakes wouldn’t matter. Soon, I would be free of Frank Barrett, his children, and this whole goddamn mess. I spent years setting up the dominoes, it was almost time to knock them down.