Summary
This is a story that’s been told before, so bear with me while I tell it once more from the author’s (my) point a view of everyone gathered around the room in a distant corner of the future.
In my brain, they are all civil; sometimes they fight.
Sometimes they fuck, but they all have their own reasons for being here. Well, anyway. Here we go.
Isnapped my fingers, and they all appeared in front of me — well, the ones that mattered, anyway.
“Do I really have to do it?” Lucas rolled his eyes, prepared to walk off.
Never wanting to actually sit down, but too close to leave.
He checked his watch for the twelfth time, stared at me, and then sighed in disbelief.
Moody, he was itching to return to his latest projects and schemes, and I stared at him with as much boredom as I could muster.
“It’ll be short. You’ll have plenty of time to resume your other activities, the readers don’t have the same caliber as you. They need reminders.” I spoke from the couch, Kindle open, reading along, just gearing up for correction. Snide remarks and entertaining comments from the characters.
“Fine, but I want a new kit.” He sighed, flipping open the book.
He preferred paperbacks to Kindles any day, but I didn’t mind.
Summer rolled her eyes, annoyed at his lack of care.
Her feet propped in Cole’s lap as he looked tenderly at her.
Dustin hung around the back of Scott’s chair, whispering some obscene thought as if they’d always been buddies.
His bruises stood out as he blushed, and Dustin just stood there innocently, as if he’d done nothing from the start.
Karter sat next to me and stared at me like I’d lost my mind for the first time in my life, but clutched his own copy of the book, refusing to look at anything else, especially Lucas.
They’d stopped pretending their differences were anything other than the friendship peeking through the trees after years away.
They took care of things but still refused to hold the same attention they’d once held for each other.
An agreement I wasn’t privileged enough to witness.
They’d tell me at some stage, but I wasn’t concerned with it right now.
I shook my head, my page-turner gripped in my palm. Glasses sat on my face.
“Deal. All the fixings.” I winked, the glow of the Kindle lighting my eyes. Lucas nodded once, leaning against the doorframe, reading. Karter had a flash of confusion but decided against it. He didn’t care to know anymore, as long as it worked out.
“Why does he get to tell it?” Scott asked, having untangled himself from Dustin and stood.
“Yeah Scott, you just want to read how much sex everyone but you had?” Cole quipped, a smirk on his face.
“Lucas is telling it because he knows what parts to highlight so the readers remember. It has been several months anyways.” I reminded. Scott bit his lip, smiling and nodded. Too distracted to put up much of a fight.
“Go ahead Doctor,” I nodded towards Lucas, whose eyes flashed with violence before he continued.
“Summer starts by watching a little girl play hopscotch, kills a man then disappears. Methods aside a clean slice would have been better.” He flips a few pages ahead.
“I don’t needlessly kill.” Summer groaned.
“You can kill me anytime little firefly,” Cole kissed the top of Summer’s toe, and she scrunched her nose in disbelief before shutting up.
“Hey that’s not fair! You know he’s only doing it cause you’re sitting together.” Karter groaned, shifting his hard on. I stifled a laugh, tossing him my blanket.
“Chill out, he’s just making it up to her. It’s adorable. You guys all do it.” I rolled my eyes; Lucas hid his smirk.
“Sex happens, the dimwit cop gets set up, nicely played Summer. The hospital is full of unspoken sexual tension and traumatic mem—”
“Yeah like your dick.” Dustin cackled towards Scott, and he sank lower in his chair.
“Honestly Hayes, how did I come from the same mind as those two idiots?” Lucas sighed, his jaw tightened as he flipped a few pages ahead again.
I shrugged, refocusing on my page. “Oh, we will skip this part and go forward, really no need to break open that conversation.” Lucas spoke, reading over the parts that highlighted Summer’s trauma with being sold by Midas to that god-awful sex slave-center.
“Summer,” Cole looked towards her with sincere concern. Her hands shook as a tear slid down her cheek.
“It’s fine, you guys know now anyways it’s not a big deal.“ Summer swiped at the tears, falling down her cheek. I felt a little guilty, maybe just a smidge, but it was her life. It wasn’t mine. I could never apologize to her as much as I wanted to apologize to myself, so I read on.
Lucas cleared his throat and continued on with the summary, “All right, so Summer went through some trauma, I was involved, you were involved, everyone was involved. Why the fuck did you write this, Hayes? The readers have suffered enough trauma.”
“Don’t look at me. I just wrote what you guys told me to write, besides your story traumatized them more. Anyways, continue please.”I got caught up in the moment of it all, Kindle clutched close. A gasp escaped my lips.
“So basically Summer lost her mind while in the hospital recovering from a horrid way to masturbate. I hope the knife was cleaned beforehand.” Lucas visibly flinched.
“Oh, and Dustin tried to fuck my ex-wife right?” Scott chuckled, Dustin’s hand wrapped around his throat. Someone said something too quietly to hear.
The room broke into laughter before they all settled down once again. Lucas cleared his throat again.
“You skipped the part where I throat punched him for having his fingers up Summer’s Cunt.” Cole laughed, grabbing his whiskey and taking a sip.
“Oh yes, let’s not forget all of you have been inside her. So shut the fuck up I’m trying to read here.” Lucas was losing his patience.
Karter just continued flipping pages. “I’m not fixing him you do it,” he muttered towards me.
“Lucas,” I reprimanded with no genuine force.
“Hayes,” he replied, challenging me.
I clicked my Kindle screen off. “I have the power to end you. It would be wise to play along. Or are you forgetting our deal?”
He clenched his jaw and slapped the book shut. “You wanna talk about the deal. I’ll tell them about the deal.”
“Sure and then who’s going back for you next time? You can’t write yourself. You’re a disposable character.” I huffed, annoyed.
“And you are an impossible writer.” He grinned. It was the smile that I couldn’t take seriously when we were having such a tense conversation.
“If you two fuck do we get front row seats?” Summer snorted.
“Oh gross, she’s like my sister.” Lucas sighed.
“I have no issues with that.” I cackled. There was a collective “oooh” from the group as I stopped laughing.
“We are off topic let’s continue,” Cole reminded.
“Ah yes Summer had been molested as a child her ankle broke and Dad fixed it, Jesus did you just know everyone before me?” Karter groaned.
“Yes but not important,” Summer and I replied in sync.
“Shooting range and fucking again, ever heard of an STD? You fuck more than I do.” Lucas pointed the comment at Summer, who turned away pretending not to hear.
“You’re the oldest, of course they all fuck more. You also need to control everything you fuck. This is really off topic come on guys this is a summary not a gossip session.” I replied.
“Fair point as always Hayes,” Lucas responded, again lost in his page. “Shaw needs a new knife, a dick without balls and a lesson in branding, no wonder Summer’s scars were so severe. Where is he anyways?” Lucas’s hand clenched and unclenched.
“Babysitting.” We all said.
“Whatever.”
“Summer why is there a loaded gun in your pussy?” Karter asked.
“What better way to go out than by cuming and going simultaneously?” Summer smirked, placing a kiss on Cole’s lips.
“Russian Roulette the odds were—“ Lucas started.
“No one cares about the odds, Cole can do the math just chooses not to, or much of anything else these days. He’s embracing the dad-body and it’s working for him.” Dustin snickered, and jealousy was present in Scott’s eyes.
“Anyways, Karter you know balls deep in suicides is supposed to be an expression not actually the real thing?” Lucas continued.
Karter shrugged, “He was too cute to die.”
Scott blushed a deeper shade of red and opened then closed his mouth before deciding to grab the book and focus again.
“Alright you guys are taking too long with this, so I’ll finish up and then you guys can respectfully fuck off while they read book two.” I sighed, sitting up and grabbing the laptop I had abandoned on the floor.
My characters all collectively groaned but disappeared into the mist as I typed a proper summary of Slaughtered Firefly.
Summer, the serial killer and badass mafia heir, going by the alias “Mia Williams,” went against the orders of her husband, Cole, the enforcer of the syndicate Mafia.
Instead of filming the gruesome deaths of some trash they’d been hired to take out, she decided some flair was needed.
She filmed the deaths of the men, their bodies positioned against the walls in various horrors.
Then filmed a snuff video where she masturbated on a K-bar coated in blood.
Dustin stormed in with the SWAT team and all cop broodiness and took the knife out of her.
Bagged it and then he manned her to the EMS, where Summer tried to stab some of the techs and got sedated.