by C. A. Rene
My door flies open and I prepare myself for a fight until I see its Carm. I don’t relax because fuck everyone here, I can’t trust anyone.
“What the fuck is going on?” He breathes as he takes in the state of my room.
“Did you fucking know?” I seethe.
“Ember,” his hands come up, placating me. “What happened?”
“My mother, did you know?” I watch his eyes widen a fraction before he schools his features.
He knew.
“Yes.” He answers honestly, “I knew.”
“Get out.” I grind out between my teeth, “get out before I kill you.”
“I tried to warn you, he doesn’t care! He will kill anyone.”
My fists clench and I feel the blood poor out. My bright red vision pulses with my erratic heartbeat.
“Fine, I’m leaving.” He drops his head and turns, “clean yourself up, you have a fight in a few hours.”
Then he’s gone.
I suddenly feel the urge to pray for whoever they put in that cage with me tonight.
I am going to fucking destroy them.
My song hits the speakers and I stand, pumping my fists. The pain that shoots through them and up my arms reminds me of why I’m here. My blood lust has become unbearable and I need to feel bones crushing.
The door swings open and I grin, I watch the full-grown beast of a man in front of me swallow visibly.
Scared like a little bitch.
I shove past him and make my way to the cage ignoring the screaming of my name around me. All I hear is the thumping of my heart in my ears and the pain in my fists.
I want them to hurt more.
I want to be covered in blood.
I enter the cage and see a man kneeling in the center, I can’t see who it is because a burlap sack covers his head. I do notice his clothing is similar to what Carm was wearing today, although I didn’t get a good look. The stature is the same, I wouldn’t mind, he’s on my shit list.
I stalk forward and rip the sack off his head.
My breath is lodged in my throat and I fly backwards, my back hitting the cage.
“Ember?” He tries to focus his blackened and swollen eyes on me.
Fuck.
This is it.
I’m dying tonight.
“Kill me.” I say while turning to face my father. “You will have to kill me you son of a bitch!”
“Ember,” his broken voice sounds behind me, “you have to do it. You have to get out of here. I’m nothing, you hear me?”
“You’re everything. Where would I be without you?” My voice is shaky.
I hear a gun cock behind my head. I close my eyes and exhale.
“Kill Tommy or I kill you. I have orders.” I hear Carm’s voice behind me.
“You knew about this, too.” I whisper.
“No.”
“I can’t kill him, he’s my family.” I look at Tommy kneeling there his head hanging.
“He knows the deal. If you don’t kill him he still dies.”
The crowd has quieted down and you could hear a pin drop.
“Hija!” Raphael yells out, “that man has been a traitor to our family. You must kill him, and then you will take your rightful place by my side.”
Just the thought of that makes me want to kill. I will never be by his side because I am killing that piece of shit.
“Do it, Ember.” Tommy groans.
“You have to kill me.” I tell Carm, “because I won’t do it and if you let me out of here, you’re dead, too.”
The gun goes off behind me and I wait for the impact.
Nothing.
I look up and see Tommy laying on his stomach with blood pooling around his head. I force myself not to react, I can’t give anyone the satisfaction of seeing my anguish. But inside, I’m fucking burning alive with pain. I can’t tell the difference between sadness and anger right now because all I see is red.
“Get everyone out!” Carm yells to the goons.
I barely register the stomping of people’s feet, I’m too mesmerized by the blood flowing towards my feet. I bend down and dip two fingers into the blood bringing them to my forehead, moving down over my eyes, my cheeks and stop at my chin.
I wear his blood in place of my tears.
I wear his blood like a warrior.
I wear his blood to help me kill our enemies.
As soon as I hear the cage door unlock, I’m outside with my hands around Carm’s throat, earning my nickname Blur.
He drops the gun to the ground and holds his hands up. Fucking little bitch.
“Do it.” His eyes full of sadness, “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t kill my little sister.”
I hear the words but I don’t care. I punch him in the nose and revel in the spray of his blood. He drops to his knees and I follow him, picking up the gun. I cock it and point it at his head.
“He’s my father, too.” He looks me in the eye, “he raped my mother and killed her when I was born. There’s also…”
I cut him off when I smash the gun into his temple. He’s out cold. If he doesn’t die from that, I’ll be back to finish the job. But for now, I have a bigger fish to fry. Makes sense why he looked so familiar, he looks like our piece of shit father. Speaking of...
I look around and see the place is empty. Why would they leave me alone? They really don’t see me as a threat and it’s fucking laughable. I look back at Tommy’s body and steel my heart.
I’m about to bathe in blood.
Chapter Nineteen
The hallways are surprisingly empty. I pass by the bedroom I was locked in and keep going, they have to be here somewhere. I tighten the hold on the gun in my hand, it has nine bullets left and I pray that’s all I will need. I’m not the best shot but I can shoot to kill.
Nine bullets.
The sound of my boots hitting the tiled floor echoes throughout the empty hallways. I could be quieter and sneak up on them but a part of me wants them to know I’m coming, like a predator hunting my prey.
Nine bullets.
I just keep running that thought through my head because if I even think about Tommy… No, I can’t. I will have time to mourn him after, right now, I’m hunting.
Nine bullets.
Finally, the sound of voices filters through to me and I smile in anticipation. If I die here today then I die, I’ve accepted that. But I will not go out without a fight. I turn another corner and see two guys on either side of a set of double doors. I automatically slip my gun hand behind my back and continue walking forward. They both have their eyes on me and the one to the right raises his gun.
“Stop!” The one to the left yells out.
“You’re honestly going to threaten me with a gun? I’m not even armed.” I shake my head with a smile. “I need to speak to my father.”
Someone barks out a response from inside the door. The fucking dumbass goon holding the gun turns and sticks his head in the door to hear what was said. I take the opportunity to raise my gun and aim for the back of the head. I get him in the back of the neck instead, but meh, close enough.
Eight bullets.
The other goon dives down to grab the fallen gun and I shoot him in the head. That one was spot on.
Seven bullets.
I reach the door, step around the blood and kick it open. My father is sitting at a large desk looking annoyingly calm. His hands are steepled in front of his face and he has a look of pride in his eyes.
Seven bullets.
“Mija,” he drops his hands and opens them wide, “are you going to shoot me?”
I look around the room and see that it is empty. He stands from his desk, his arms still open wide.
“Yes,” I shoot his left knee and he falls back to his chair screaming. “But, only to make sure you don’t run.”
Six bullets.
His screams start to turn into hysterical laughter. I watch his right hand inch towards a drawer on his desk. So, I shoot that shoulder. He scream
s again and the arm drops.
Five bullets.
I watch the blood bubble out of both wounds and my heart rate kicks up. Watching him bleed and in pain feels so good. A familiar feeling comes over me, the edges of my vision starts thrumming with my heartbeat, and the red starts seeping in.
Five bullets.
I feel it.
It moves smoothly, effortlessly.
Through the pain.
Into darkness, it devours every crack and crevice, filling my voids.
I don’t fight it this time.
No.
This time I welcome it, my saviour.
Five bullets.
I place the gun on the desk and look my father in the eye. What he sees startles him, it shouldn’t, my darkness came from him, it should look familiar.
“I forgive you.” He whispers, dropping his head to his chest.
I chuckle dryly, reaching out and grabbing a handful of his hair, lifting his face to mine. At that moment a dry flake of Tommy’s blood floats off my face and lands on his cheek.
“Thank you, I’m going to need it.”
Carm is no longer laying where I left him and all that’s left of Tommy is the puddle of blood in the middle of the cage. I don’t have it in me to search for them because my whole body is sore and exhausted. My fist-clenched around the gun-is throbbing and torn open in several places. My black clothing looks a dark garnet as it is saturated in blood. I can only imagine what my face and hair look like.
Four bullets.
I turn and leave the cage and Tommy behind me. I have to get out of here and get back home. I feel a deep void of ice inside me and I can’t seem to make myself care about anything. I always knew if I let the darkness in completely I would be forever altered but I can’t bring myself to regret it. Raphael deserved every torture he received.
I make it out of the underground compound and step into the bright sunlight. I’ve been bathing in his blood for at least twelve hours.
I wish it could’ve lasted longer.
I know exactly where I am and being back in New York is a pain in the ass. Getting my family here to get me will take awhile and New York police are fucking annoying. The compound is located in a desolate and abandoned factory area. So, my ass has to walk to the nearest gas station. My clothes are stiff from drying blood and my skin itches where it starts to flake off.
The road looks long and never ending and the gun in my sweater pocket feels like it weighs twenty pounds.
I spot the gas station in the horizon and walk a little faster, its unbelievable but not one car has passed me this entire time. I walk inside and begin the story I will have to make myself believe for the rest of my life.
Chapter Twenty
Vin
She’s been home for two weeks. I haven’t been able to see her and it’s eating at my patience. I get it, there are legal issues to get through, psychological testing and police interviews but that girl is mine and I’m not waiting much longer.
She was gone for a week-seven days of fucking torture-and I can’t squeeze a single detail out of her parents. They want her to tell me on her own terms and I say fuck that because I am about to lose my shit.
My mother told me they found her in New York, covered in blood and holding a loaded fucking gun. I still don’t know if it was her blood or not. I’ve spoken to the police and told them about the gang trailing her from New York. But fuck this place and the local police, if the trail doesn’t end with a box of donuts, they won’t fucking follow it.
School’s done in two weeks and it’ll be Em’s birthday. I want to bring her to our cabin in Muskoka, even invite the prick and Adrianna. I know she loves them so I am willing to tolerate them for her. I am willing to do just about anything for her and yet here I am pacing my bedroom like a fucking pussy.
Fuck this.
I grab my leather jacket and open my bedroom door when I hear the front door open and shut. What the fuck? My mother is at work tonight so I know it isn’t her. I stand at the top of the stairs and look down.
She’s standing at the foot of my stairs.
Her hair hangs down her back and covers half her face. Her skin-the creamiest mocha-glistens with perspiration like she ran her ass here. She has on a black lace tank top and a pair of the shortest fucking shorts I have ever seen. Her long legs are bare and tempting. She has no fucking shoes on her feet. Where the fuck did she come from without shoes?
“Em?” I slowly descend the stairs.
Her eyes look up and I am stopped in my tracks. Her beautiful tropical ocean eyes look empty and vacant. Fuck, where’s my baby? I shake my head, loving this girl has made me into such a fucking pussy.
“Where are your shoes, Em?”
Finally, there’s the slightest spark. Her plump-suck my dick-lips curl up into a cruel smirk and she chuckles. The sound making my dick so hard it hurts.
“That’s the first thing you want to ask me?” She sneers. “After three weeks?”
“Yeah baby, you could cut yourself and get an infection. That shit could kill you.”
“I’m not afraid to die.” She shrugs like that’s nothing.
I walk down and stand on the last stair in front of her. Her head is back and up this close I can see her face is pale and her eyes are bloodshot with bags underneath. She isn’t sleeping.
Suddenly she throws herself up into my arms, wrapping her toned legs around my waist. My hands instantly grip her ass and I moan so loud. Her ass is so round and so fucking plump, all I can see is me fucking her from behind as it slaps off my stomach. Her fingers run up the back of my head sending tingles straight to my cock. I’m glad the dreads are gone because I wouldn’t have felt this.
“I’m gonna need you to fuck me, Vin.” She growls as she bites my bottom lip, ‘Fuck me so hard and make it hurt.”
Yep, I’m pretty sure I’m about to blow my fucking load. I’m going to do what she says because if I’m whipped, you better believe its going to be fucking pussy whipped.
I carry her back to my room and throw her on my bed. I’m down to my boxers in no time and sliding her shorts off. She doesn’t have any panties on either, I groan and drop my face down into her pussy. I inhale her scent and my mouth instantly waters. I look up at her and she’s propped up on her elbows watching me.
“You gonna eat that shit baby? Or stare at it?”
I growl and suck her into my mouth, my tongue swipes all the way from her asshole to her clit. Nothing has ever tasted as good as her. Nothing. I slide my tongue inside of her working a rhythm as she moans. Her hands grab the back of my head pushing me in closer. I bring her clit between my teeth and start licking it profusely. She comes so hard that I have her juices running down my chin. She’s always so fucking wet for me.
“Fuck me, Vin.” She groans.
I crawl up her body shedding my boxers and her shirt in the process. Her tits are perfect, not too big but still plump, her nipples the colour of dusty rose. They harden in front of my face and I grab one in my mouth. I bite down hard and suck away the pain.
Her pussy presses up against my hips and I feel her impatience. Fuck, I’m impatient too, it’s been too long since I’ve felt her. I line myself up to her sweet heat and look her in the eye, the cold emptiness I saw earlier is replaced by raw hunger.
I’m gonna fucking feed her. I slam into her, knowing it’s going to hurt and not give a shit, she asked for pain. She takes it without a whimper because my girl is fucking strong. I work up a punishing rhythm and she starts to moan. That’s it, I feel her slickness coat my thighs. My balls start to tingle and I know I won’t be able to go too much longer. I pull her right leg up over my shoulder and reach my hand down to her asshole. She’s so wet that its pooling down inside her ass cheeks.
I play with her puckered hole a bit and then slowly sink two fingers inside.
“Holy fuck.” She groans.
I pump my fingers in and out of her ass as she starts clenching around my dick, she’s almost there b
ut I’m not able to hold on anymore.
“I can’t wait until I’m slamming my dick in this tight ass.” That does the trick and she comes around me with a scream. My girl is fucking nasty and I love it. I thrust in as far as I can and come so hard I see stars.
Epilogue
I’ve become good at pretending. I live each day, hour by hour, just pretending to be normal. I’m pretty sure Vin see’s through it most days but he lets me be. Our sex has become rougher each time and he doesn’t say anything, just gives me what I need. And I do need it, I need to feel. There are two different situations in which I feel anything. One is sex with Vin, and two is my reoccurring nightmares. So, I ride his dick multiple times a day and the soreness is welcomed because at least there’s something. Then I pass out and have nightmares filled with blood, gore and torture. Flash backs that will haunt me forever.
School is done for the year. I didn’t have to return due to my circumstances and finished my exams online. I know I did well but I no longer care about that, or most things for that matter. I’m empty inside and I can’t muster an ounce of feeling for anything. I see the worry in my parent’s eyes but I’m sure they really believe in the therapist they’ve found me. Trust me, it’s not working. I no longer function normally and I probably never will.
There is an open investigation into my incident. I didn’t divulge any information regarding the Rampage or about Raphael. I claimed I was taken from the school parking lot, drugged and woke up on the street in New York, covered in blood and holding a gun. They’ve run tests and still can’t figure it out. So, for now I’m safe.
As for the fact that I have a half brother out there, I don’t give a shit. He can be dead for all I care. Anyone connected to Raphael is less than shit under my shoe. I really don’t give a shit.
The sun is beating down on my skin and the warmth seeps into my muscles, my body is constantly aching due to lack of sleep. Vin has sweep me off to his cottage in Muskoka for a long weekend of relaxation for my birthday. I know he’s invited Travis and Adri and that’s fine, although I haven’t seen them since I was taken. I just can’t bring myself to care. I text them regularly but I know they can also sense the distance between us. Again, I don’t fucking care.