She took the steps down two at a time. When her feet hit the floor, her shaky hands dropped the box she was holding and the contents spilled out. All around her were syringes...and vials. Angela began to retch...and then she saw the gun. She bent down and picked it up with her shaky hands. She’d never owned a gun, but she’d shot one. Her father used to take her to the range with him when she was a teenager. She knew how to load it and she knew how to take a steady shot. She dropped the clip and saw that it was loaded. She put the clip back in, set the safety switch and tucked it into her pants. Then she carried the book over to the bed and sat down. The words she read would chill her to the very bone.
Chapter 10
The first entry was dated just about a year ago...the day after Blake had died...
It’s finally over and all I can say is that I feel so relieved. Blake was strong...to strong. Each time I relieved Angela so she could take a break, I made sure that he got an extra dose of morphine. His respirations would go down so low that even when he breathed it was almost impossible to see his chest move up and down. A few times over the past few weeks I thought he was dead...and then the son of a bitch would begin to gasp and suck in oxygen once again. I was ready to just freaking wrap my hands around his throat...but I’ve been patient for this long, I couldn’t let myself become impatient enough to blow this now.
I was there by Angela’s side as he sucked in his last breath. I had to be careful that she didn’t see the relief on my face. I’m afraid that she wouldn’t understand that it was really nothing against Blake. It was simply that she and I belonged together...we always did. She met Blake first, the universe screwed that one up and not it was finally my time to set it right.
I took her into my arms and let her cry into my chest. I’m so glad I spent so many years disciplining myself. It was a miracle that my cock didn’t get hard with those beautiful breasts crushed into my chest. I wanted to take her right there. I would have happily fucked her on the floor of the room where her dead husband lay. He wasn’t going to be doing her any longer...right? But once again, I knew she wouldn’t understand it, so I played the strong shoulder...the good friend. I can play that as long as it takes. Someday soon, she would realize what I have already known...that we belong together.
The panic, disgust and anger were a sharp mixture of acid and ice water coursing through her veins. The acid was burning her stomach and throat and the ice water was drowning her. The edges of her consciousness were turning black and she was minutes away from closing her eyes and giving into it...but then Thomas would win. He hurried Blake’s death. A sharp pain ripped through her guts as she had that thought. The last days of Blake’s life he was so confused and disoriented he didn’t even know her name. Part of that was because Thomas had given him more medication. He took the last conversations she’d ever have with her husband away from her and for that alone, he needs to pay. She took in a slow, deep breath and then she breathed it out slowly. She repeated that until she started to feel calmer, and then she turned the page. She was instantly plunged into more insanity than she ever believed possible.
The entry was dated one month ago...
“Tonight I finally saw her completely nude. Her skin is a smooth and gorgeous as I imagined it. I didn’t see a single blemish. I watched through the hole in my closet while she undressed. I watched her soak in the tub and as she washed every sexy, sensuous part of her body, I stroked my hard cock and imagined it was me washing her, and then rinsing her and then using my tongue to dry her...licking her dry...mmm...I came in my hand like a fucking virgin teenager as I watched her. By the time she finished and dressed, I was waiting in the living room with a cold glass of wine for her. She smiled at me and I almost gave myself away. God it’s so hard to not touch her. It’s so hard to not just throw her down and fuck her. When she’s mine, that’s what I’ll do every day...whenever I want it. She’ll want it to.
She’s started seeing someone. Some rich piece of shit who is a client and ex-boyfriend of Kim’s. I’m not worried about him. I’ll get rid of him easily when the time is right. She and I are getting closer. It has to be her idea that we get together...as long as she doesn’t take too long. I will force the issue if it becomes necessary. My father always used to say that women are the stupidest animals on the planet. Sometimes you had to even lead the stupid bitches to the trough to take a drink before they thirsted to death. He was a great man, my father. He was tough, but he kept us all in line. My mother was a typical stupid bitch. I don’t know how many times he had to beat her with his fists or put her in the box and leave her in the hole out back before she would understand what he was trying to tell her. She couldn’t do anything right. I got my fair share of beatings too, but not as many as her. Being male definitely has its advantages. I was smarter than my mother and my sister. I learned faster. I only had to spend time in “the hole” twice. I learned how to cope when I was in there, and small spaces actually became my friend because of it. My stupid sister was down inside there at least six times before she died. I was so sick of hearing her cry, so sick of listening to her beg me for help. I only pushed a little bit more dirt over the box...I didn’t know Dad had it measured out just right from the oxygen he pumped in there to the ratio of dirt that sat on top of it. I didn’t know that little bit of dirt would be enough to suffocate her. I’m pretty sure Dad always knew it was me...but he seemed relieved to have one less stupid woman to take care of. I know that I was happy she was gone. It gave me a whole new lease on life to know that if something bothered me, all I had to do was take control of the situation and get rid of it. People felt really bad for me that year. First, my sister is found naked and dead out in the back pasture. Imagine the shock! Then my mother fell down a flight of stairs and broke her neck. Stupid cunt. I heard her on the phone right before it happened. She was on her way to meet with a lawyer...she was going to divorce my dad. Too bad she slipped on that little toy car. I sat at the top of the stairs and watched her fall. Her blue eyes made contact with my green ones and I swear the terror I saw there reenergized me. I saw the moment that her neck snapped. I remember smiling and then going back to my room and jacking off for the first time. It was strange to me to be so turned on while watching my mother die...but the more I closed my eyes and pictured it, the harder my cock became in my hand. I pounded it until I came in my hand again and then I gathered my things to go to the store. I spent an hour grocery shopping with money I found in her purse. By the time I got home, Dad was there, and probably as happy as I was to see her lying crumpled at the end of the stairwell. We both acted shocked. Once the police were gone, we had a hamburger and a beer. He never put me in the box again and the last time he beat me he was drunk and he fell into the creek, hit his head on a rock and drowned. It was tragic. Ha Ha!
Angela was about to turn the page with her shaking hands when she heard the front door. She closed her eyes and called on all of the rage inside of her. She pictured poor Blake there at the end...she pictured Joanne’s pretty face...she even let herself draw an image of his poor sister suffocating in a box...and then she stood up and made sure the gun was hidden under her blouse before she went out into the living room to meet him.
Chapter 11
“Hi Thomas,” He spun around and the look in his eyes almost made her lose some of her resolve. Once again she had to remind herself of all of his victims and once again she reminded herself that she was not going to be one of them.
“Ang...what are you doing here?” He was holding something in his hand. It looked like airline tickets. She wondered where he was planning on going...and who he planned to take with him.
“I came by to talk to you. I hope you don’t mind, I let myself in.”
He suddenly smiled brightly and said, “I don’t mind at all. As a matter of fact, I was just going to call you.” His eyes kept darting towards the kitchen. Angela felt that pain in her gut again. What was he up to? Should she pull the gun out now? “There’s something I want you to see,” he
said. “Come into the kitchen.” She was hesitant to walk in front of him. She didn’t want him out of her sight.
“After you,” she said. He gave her another suspicious look and then shrugged. He walked over and poked his head into the kitchen. When he looked back at her, he had a relieved look on his face. He smiled again and pushed the door all the way open. Angela gasped. Steve sat duct taped to a chair. His head lolled to one side and blood trickled down his face and pooled around his shoulders. His shirt was saturated with it. She could hear him making little moaning noises and they went straight to her soul. She wasn’t going to let this bastard kill another man that she loved.
Thomas lay the airline tickets down on the counter and picked up what looked like a crowbar. He had that sick little smile on his face as he said, “I saved the last blow for you, babe. I want you to see what I’m willing to do for you. I want you to know once and for all how much I love you.”
Angela’s mind was in overdrive. Should she shoot him? Could she? Did she have time to kill him before he pulled his arm back and slammed that bar into Steve’s head one last, fatal time? She swallowed the panic one more time and with a snort she said, “I found out today that you were right about him all along, Thomas. He’s a cheating bastard and I don’t want anything else to do with him.”
Thomas didn’t look convinced. He drew the bar back just a little further and at the same time, Steve was struggling to pick up his head. “Then you won’t mind if I go ahead and crush his skull?” His eyes were completely wild. She barely recognized him. She remembered what he’d written in that sick journal...how he got off on watching people die. She couldn’t let him kill Steve. She had to give him something else to get off on. She took a step towards him and said,
“I don’t really care what you do to him, but before you do...I want him to hear what I have to say to you.” She cautiously reached out and touched the side of Thomas’s face. He tensed and for a second she thought he might use the crowbar on her. “I love you, Thomas. You’re the only one who has been there for me all this time. You sat with me day in and out when Blake was sucking the life out of me. You gave me a home and you took care of my every need. Do you know that I dream about you at night? I dream long, hot passionate dreams about making love to you. I tried to deny it...because I was afraid it was wrong. I was just so wrapped up in the fact that you were Blake’s friend. But then I realized that you were right. Blake wouldn’t have ever approved of this bastard,” she reached with her other hand and pushed against Steve’s head. He grunted and her stomach lurched. “Blake would have chosen you for me, Thomas. You would never cheat on me. You love me too much...right?”
Thomas looked confused. She wasn’t sure if that was better, or worse. His breathing seemed to be getting faster and he was sweating...but the one thing she noticed that gave her hope was that his muscles had relaxed. He’d have to tense up again to swing that bar. She took another step closer to him and praying she didn’t gag, she let her lips brush softly against his. Looking up into his eyes she said, “I hope that you can forgive me. I’m so sorry I didn’t see this months ago. I’ve just been so lost and confused. But, you found me, Thomas. We can be together now, at last.”
He lowered the bar and sat it on the counter behind him. Then she felt him put his arms around her and pull her tighter against him. As soon as he did, she knew he had to feel the gun. They both froze for a few seconds and she felt his hand move. She moved too, taking a step back, she pulled the gun out of her waistband and pointed it at him. He froze, but the look on his face was enough to strike terror into the heart of the bravest soul.
“You fucking bitch. You filthy whore!”
She could see Steve’s head rise up out of the corner of her eye. “Shut up, Thomas! I’m in charge now.”
He laughed. The sound was maniacal and gave her a chill. “Fuck that. You’re going to put that gun down and then you’re going to get on your knees and suck my cock right here in front of your pretty boyfriend. You can do it after I slam your pretty face into the cupboard a few times. Either way, you’re doing it.”
“I’d rather have my face smashed in then touch you,” she said. She wasn’t sure where the bravado was coming from. She had the gun, but she still wasn’t sure she could pull the trigger.
“Really?” he asked with a smile. “You’ve touched me plenty, Ang...and me you. All of those nights we spent lying in bed together, touching each other, exploring each other’s bodies...you loved it. You’re just too much of a lying whore to admit that you remember it. You wanted it. Your pussy was soaking wet for me every time...” That was when she pulled the trigger. She saw his chest explode just as she was thrown back into the wall. It was a sight that she would spend years struggling to get out of her head...but at least she could rest easier, knowing the evil in her life was gone.
Chapter 12
Eight months later
“Here babe, let me hold him while you do that.” Steve and Angela sat in the pediatrician’s office. She was juggling a clipboard with paperwork she needed to fill out in one hand and baby Blake in the other. She kissed her precious baby on the forehead and handed him to his “Daddy.” That was what Steve had insisted on being called from the second she told him that she was pregnant. They’d gotten married in Las Vegas. Ana and Joanne had been their witnesses and then Angela had taken him to Miami to meet her parents. He spent the weekend golfing with her dad and before it was over, he had bonded with them both.
When they got back to Long Beach he started to work on a nursery in the mansion. He wouldn’t hire anyone to do it; he told Angela he wanted to create something for “his” baby with his own hands. When he finished and finally let her see it, she was eight months pregnant and they already knew it was a boy. The room had a race car theme and Steve had built the baby a crib that looked like a racecar with his own two hands.
Throughout the pregnancy, Angela tried more than once to talk to him about the paternity. Steve told her he didn’t want to talk about it. This was his baby...he didn’t care whose DNA it had besides hers. Angela loved him all the more for it, but she still couldn’t get rid of the worry in the back of her mind that DNA might be their problem later on in life.
By the time the baby was born, she and Steve both were already in love with him. The first time she held him in her arms she knew, like Steve, that his DNA didn’t matter. She was going to love him more than anything in the world, no matter what. Steve was the one who suggested they name him Blake. He understood that her love for Blake would always be a part of her and everything she’d gone through with him and because of him had shaped who she was today. He told her that if the baby turned out to be half the man he knew Blake must have been for her to love him so much, he would achieve greatness someday.
The first week after the baby was born, neither of them mentioned paternity. People were in and out of the house to visit and Angela was exhausted...happily so. The second week of Blake’s life, his Aunt Ana, Aunt Joanne and Aunt Marg kidnapped his mother while he spent the day with his dad. They took her to a building in downtown L.A. that she’d never been to before and put her on an elevator. When they got to the tenth floor, they made her close her eyes. When she opened them she was staring at a brass nameplate that said, “Angela McAllister, CEO.”
“CEO of what?” she’d asked. With Joanne’s fake drumroll, Ana opened the door to the most beautiful corner office Angela had ever seen. The nameplate on the desk was also engraved with her name. She walked over and picked up one of the business cards. It said, “McAllister Adventures in Advertising.” She looked at Ana and realized Steve and Blake were standing in the doorway. “This is my company?” she asked with tears in her eyes. Her handsome husband and his sister nodded. Joanne giggled and Marg said,
“I have my own office.” Marg had no qualms about leaving Kim to come and work for Angela. She’d become like a daughter to the older woman and she and Steve often joined Marg and her husband for Sunday dinners. Ana and Steve decide
d not to put everyone through the ugly publicity that would surround Kim getting arrested for what she’d done. They were satisfied by knowing two things: One was that taking away their business would ruin her and Two: They would always have the evidence that would send her to prison if she ever tried to bother any of them again. She was quietly closing up shop and getting ready to leave town last they’d heard...they were all thrilled.
Angela was overwhelmed with the generosity and love she felt from her friends and her new family. She laughed and she cried until she felt like a bipolar off of her meds. She’d never been so happy and her life had never felt so complete. The only thing that bothered her these days...even just a little bit...was her worries about her baby. She knew that Steve already worshipped the ground he would someday walk on and her love for him consumed her...but she still had to know, if only because she would take more precautions about his mental health in the future. She had to know. When she told Steve, he was supportive and once again assured her that he didn’t care and nothing would change the way he felt about “his” son, ever.
“Mr. and Mrs. McAllister?” The nurse appeared in the doorway. “Doctor will see you now.”
Steve cradled Blake in one arm and took Angela’s hand with the other. They walked into the doctor’s office as a family...and ten minutes later they walked out. The paper that said the chances of Steve being Blake’s biological father were 99.99999999% was tucked away in Angela’s purse...a family heirloom that she would always treasure.
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