by M. T. Pope
Good stuff
Blood was everywhere.
The piercing screams that I could still hear.
The revenge in his voice.
The pleading in hers.
The fear that filled my body as I stood there helpless and paralyzed.
What could I do?
I was a child.
What could I do?
I lay naked in my bed, sweat covering my body. I was deep in the past. This was an occurrence that happened a few times a week since that day. It left me weak and drained. The thoughts of that night drained my life. But I rolled over, sat up, and placed my feet firmly onto my wood floor. I stood up and stretched my body. I walked over to the full-length mirror that was on the back of my door and admired my body. I was in shape. I had an exercise regimen that kept me fit. I had an athlete’s body.
It was four o’clock in the morning: the time I got up daily. I turned back around and walked back toward my bed. I immediately removed the damp linen. I placed it in the hamper on the other side of the room and quickly made a trip to my linen closest for a replacement. After I was finished with that I made my way out of my room and toward my in-home gym. I spent a half hour in this room this morning before making my way to the bathroom to shower, shave, and brush my teeth. I dressed and made my way toward my basement. I lived in a ranch-type house that was perfect for me.
My basement consisted of three rooms: a recreation room, bathroom, and my task force room. I headed right toward my task force room. In it was my whole life’s work. It was padlocked for my protection. I unlocked it and opened the door. I inhaled as I entered the room. It was my sanctuary. I had all my research posted up on all of the walls. I had social site pictures up of Ashley, Alex, Diana, and their father, James Parks. Autopsy documents, birth certificates, obituaries, and more. Being a police officer I had access to many things. I had phone records. I had so much on them. They were going down. I spent about fifteen minutes in the room before I made my way back up to the kitchen for a quick breakfast.
I quickly fixed a bowl of oatmeal, wheat toast, and a glass of orange juice. I cleaned up my dishes and made my way out of my house. I drove my regular route to work, which only took me about thirty minutes.
I walked into the precinct with a lot on my mind, mainly the case of these murdered girls. The new one that I was waiting for the results on was at the forefront of my mind the most. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. This one was a little different from the other girls. It looked desperate and unplanned. If this was the same person doing these killings, they were definitely getting sloppy.
I walked into my office and promptly turned my laptop on. There was a knock on the door that unnerved me instantly. I hated to be disturbed most of the time, but mornings were the most irritating to me. I didn’t like to be disturbed before I prepped myself for work. The first few minutes of my workday in the office were dedicated to reading over my notes from the day before. Now here someone was interrupting the flow.
“Come in,” I yelled. Irritation was mixed in on purpose. My so-called partner walked in through the door.
“Hey, good morning.” The officer who helped me interrogate Alex the first time came in with a jubilant smile on his face. Not only did he play the good cop in our times together in the interrogation room, he was a happy person all of the time. Now I didn’t hate that. I wasn’t feeling it this early in the morning. The pressure was on about this case and I was trying to prove myself and handle my personal life as well. I was focused and happy didn’t fit at the moment.
“Good morning,” I spoke low and with little enthusiasm. “What can I help you with?”
“Wow, dude, what got your goat this morning?” He looked at me with the same smile.
My countenance didn’t change either. I wanted to be alone. “Nelson, what can I do for you?” I looked at him straight in the eye. It was one of the first times I actually did. He was different. I rose from my seat, walked around my desk, closed my door, and made sure it was locked. I was glad that this moment had happened. I had been pent up for so long. I needed a release. I needed one bad.
“I was here to check in on you with the case. Since we are supposed to be working together.” He was still facing my desk as he talked. I walked up behind him.
“Nelson, there is something about you. Something different.” I put my hand on his shoulder as I stood in close proximity to him. I felt his uneasiness as his shoulders tensed up.
“Wh . . . why you say that?” He turned his head toward me as his voice quivered out the words he spoke.
“Well, I have heard some disturbing things about you and paid them no mind most of the time, but today I am very interested in seeing if they are true.”
“Wh . . . what have you heard?” His voice continued to resound in nervousness.
I unlatched my belt, with one hand still on his shoulder, unzipped my pants, reached in for my already-rock hard manhood and pulled it out.
“I heard that the warm of your mouth is divine.” I walked around the side of him so he could get a good view at my throbbing piece of meat.
The look on his face and the gulp of his hard swallow let me know that the rumor was true. He was a meat eater. Truth was I didn’t hear anything about him around here because I stayed to myself but as the saying goes, “It takes one to know one.” I knew he was one. He was a good-looking one, too. I was able to control myself most of the time but today my flesh was calling the shots and this opportunity presented itself. I was answering the call.
“What do you want me to do with that?” He suddenly turned back around and faced my desk as if I was lying and the saliva that had involuntarily slid out of the side of his mouth didn’t give him away.
“I want you to take your time and put it in your mouth. We both know you want it,” I said as I took it and waved it from side to side with my hips. He looked out of the side of his eye.
“You have me mixed up with someone else.” He hopped up out the chair and made his way toward the door.
“No, you are him. Come and get it. I know you want this load in your mouth and oozing slowly down your throat. You know it.” I walked up on him and put my hand on his shoulder once again. This time he was face to face with me. He was looking down toward the floor, at my dick most likely. I placed my other hand on his other shoulder and applied light pressure. He buckled and on his knees he went.
He took all of me in his mouth. The feeling that went through me was euphoric and pleasurable. My head fell backward as I palmed his curly haired head.
“Yes, suck it!” I moaned very low and sensuous. It had been a long and laboring time since I felt a mouth this good or at all for that matter. He took slow, long strides up and down my dick. I was glad that he was taking his time. He knew what he was doing. He never gagged or seemed stressed as I plunged the back of his throat a few good times in between his slow pace.
“You feel so good. You are doing well.” I spoke low as his eyes looked up at me as most meat eaters did when they asked how they were doing with their eyes. He continued to wet my dick with his mouth like I liked it. But today I wanted more. I wanted to fuck. Fuck out some of my frustrations.
I reached down and pulled him up by one of his armpits. He had a look of disappointment on his face. No words needed to be spoken as I reached around him and palmed his firm behind. I pointed to the plush and sturdy chair that sat on the left side of my office wall. He walked over to it and then reached in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He pulled out a condom, which I figured his tramp ass would have, and placed it on the side arm of the chair. He pulled down his pants and positioned himself with his knees in the chair and hands holding the back of the chair.
I smiled as I walked up behind him, because it had been a long time since I fucked a dude or had one fuck me. I was on a self-imposed sexual hiatus until now. I remembered how it felt and I was looking forward to working out a good nut. I had to be careful not to make too much noise because I didn’t want
to attract any unwanted attention but I didn’t want to take too long with fucking him. I had other things to do.
I placed the condom on my dick and proceeded to push myself inside of him. An “ahhh” escaped my mouth as my pelvis reached his butt. He didn’t whimper or moan, he wiggled his behind in pleasure. I slowly ground into him for the first few thrusts, but it didn’t take long for me to work up a good pace without slamming into him and making noise. He was good at being quiet as well. He took the dick well. I wasn’t long in length but wide in girth. I had fucked a few dudes in the past who had no problems being vocal. In the back of my mind I was thinking that I would want to fuck Nelson again. Simply because of his obedience and cautiousness.
It didn’t take long for me to cum in the condom and pull myself out. It was a great release and relief for me.
I walked over to my desk with my dick still out and opened the drawer to my desk that had some Wet Ones inside. I pulled out a few for myself before I took the container out and tossed it his way. I cleaned myself off as he did the same. He had a smile on his face. My facial expression changed back to the one I had on earlier. I sat down at my desk and began to get some work done. There was no more discussion needed between us. What else could be said? He got his need and want met and so did I. He exited the office and I smiled after he shut my door.
“Damn, that was some good ass,” I said and then laughed. I reached down and massaged my hard-on that arrived back so quickly. I ignored it for the rest of the day.
After I left work, I made a short stop past the hospice to see Ma Dear and then went to check on Diana. I fed her, and bathed her almost every other day. Kidnapping was a task in itself. But my plans were coming together. I was glad about that.
Chapter 21
Ashley
Front Page News
I pulled up to the house that I grew up in and evolved in. I placed the car in park, turned the ignition off, and then secured the emergency brake. I looked in the mirror. I liked what I saw. I was a big girl now. My past was behind me and I was looking forward to my future, my destiny. I was so glad that Antoinette had spilled the beans about my past with women. She actually did me a favor. I didn’t like the way that it was done, but hey, it was over now and I couldn’t knock that. Now Troy and I could officially move forward.
“Let me get in this house.” I opened the door of my car and stepped out. I parked in front of the house instead of the driveway, because that was filled with four cars already: one was my parents’, one was Alex’s, my grandmother’s on my father’s side, and I didn’t recognize the fourth one. I walked around the front of my car and up to the waist-high wooden fence that encased part of my parents’ front yard. Even this front yard had memories. I found one of my father’s pair of underwear in the bushes underneath her and my father’s bedroom-window after school and gave them to her. I was only five, but I knew that something was wrong with my father’s underwear being in the bushes. I inquired to my mother about it after I handed them to her but I never got the answer to it because she dismissed me quickly with, “Young lady, your homework is waiting on you.”
I laughed to myself as I placed my key in the front door and made my way inside of the house. There was no place like home.
I heard talking in the living room and made my way toward there. It was only a few steps from the door so it didn’t take me long to get there.
“Good evening, everyone.” I was concerned but not overly so until my I saw my mother, Brittany, and grandmother dabbing the corners of their eyes with tissue. The first thing I thought was that somebody had died. Fear instantly set in as I made my way across the room and next to Alex. I noticed pictures of my sister, Diana, spread out across the coffee table. That made me extremely curious.
“What’s going on?” I asked no one in particular. My father had his head down and I couldn’t see his face, but I knew that something was deeply wrong because he rarely got emotional out in the open.
“When was the last time you saw or spoke to Diana?” My father’s head popped up out of nowhere.
“I . . . I, um . . .” I stammered as I quickly racked my brain trying to recall the last time I spoke to, texted, or saw her. I drew a blank. “I don’t remember.” It was amazing how much attention and detail we didn’t pay to the ones close to us. Times like these showed that the proof was in the pudding. Everyone was about themselves most of the time. I couldn’t even remember the last thing she had on or the last time that I told her that I loved her.
“What is going on?” I said with a little more agitation in my voice. I hated evasiveness. Get to the point and spit it out.
“They . . . they found your sister’s car and boyfriend dead on the inside of the car,” my grandmother said as she consoled my mother. “Your sister is nowhere to be found.” My mother let out a sob as she lay over into my grandmother’s arms and cried freely.
I felt her pain. Tears started to form at the corners of my eyes as well. The thought of my sister being missing and possibly dead was a bit overwhelming to think about it.
“Do they know how long she’s been missing?” I, again, threw the question out there to no one in particular.
“We would have to say a day or two,” a very dark-skinned guy said. He was in the room the whole time, but I truly didn’t pay him any mind until now.
“Who are you?” I said with a little more attitude than what was called for. He caught me off guard. Normally my parents would have introduced him but under the present circumstances they weren’t in the meet-and-greet mood. Understandably so.
“I’m Detective Holmes. I was assigned to the case this morning. We found the car Sunday night. It appeared to have been cold for twenty-four to thirty-six hours when it was discovered by a patrolling police vehicle. It was found in a highly unpopulated and popular hiding spot for illegal activities. Do you know if your sister was involved in any unusual behavior; drugs, prostitution, you know things like that?”
“What!” I immediately got offended. My voice escalated causing everyone to look at me. I felt my pressure rising and the old Ashley resurfacing. “Did you call my sister a drugging whore?”
“Ashley!” my mother said as she looked at me in shock.
“Calm down. That’s not what he said. You are overreacting. Let him finish.”
“I’m sorry, but that is what it sounded like to me.” I sat back in the chair, crossed my legs, folded my arms against my chest, and zipped my lips closed. I kept my eyes on the detective the whole time though. I knew what I heard.
“So does anyone in this room have any correspondence with Diana that can determine her last whereabouts before she became missing? Texts, voicemail, e-mail; anything will do.”
“Well, she did tell me that she was going to the club when I talked to her on Saturday.” My little sister Brittany spoke. She was a quiet girl. The quietest of the family you might say. She was very patient and always even tempered. Everyone looked at her as she spoke.
“Did she happen to tell you what club it was she was going to?” the detective asked, with notepad in hand, ready to take notes.
“No, she didn’t say.” Brittany looked disappointed as she spoke.
“Okay,” the detective said as he nodded his head and then proceeded to write on his pad.
“Have y’all found her cell phone?” Alex asked. I sat up in curiosity of the answer.
“The phone has yet to be recovered. In events of foul play, it is likely that the device has been destroyed. But we can still retrieve pertinent information through the person’s cell phone coverage provider. I have her number and I called it in as soon as I found it in the phone of the deceased in the car. I am waiting for a subpoena to come back so that we can review records of her texts and hopefully voicemails.”
“Why is this happening to us?” My mother burst out into a loud cry.
It hurt my heart to see her like this. Our family had been through a considerable amount of obstacles and this was not a needed or wanted a
ddition to our memories.
Chapter 22
Alex
What’s Going On?
Damn! My mother is wilding out, I thought as I looked at my mother in awe. I had never really witnessed my mother get this emotional. I mean I had observed her in an emotional state before, but not to this degree. You would have thought that we had the funeral and she was staring down at my sister’s cold corpse. Now don’t get it twisted, I was highly concerned about my sisters whereabouts too.
I then looked at my twin sister Ashley, who looked like she was about to blow a gasket any minute. I hadn’t seen her this mad in a minute.
“Ash. Ash.” I patted her on her leg to get her attention. She was somewhere else.
“What?” she asked and turned her head quickly in my direction.
“You okay?” I asked as I leaned back a little. Her chest was heaving up and down. I didn’t know what to expect from any one of the women in my family. My grandmother and Brittany were the calmest ladies in the room.
“Yeah, I’m a little agitated. This guy is asking for it.” She turned to look at him and then back at me. He looked like he was ready to go.
There was a lot of emotion in the room. Even my father was a little distraught at the moment. It had me wondering what was going on. I couldn’t fathom someone snatching and killing my little sister. You saw this in the news all the time but you never ever thought that it could happen to someone in your family and you never knew how to respond to such a shocking and devastating event.
“So what can we expect to happen in the next couple of hours or days?” I asked the detective.
“Frankly, this is too early in the case to tell. We have to interview her friends, college roommates, professors, and anyone in contact with her recently. Time is of the essence and from the looks of it we are two days behind.”
My mother moaned loudly again and everyone turned their attention toward her for a moment.