How would my parents like visiting me in prison?
Note: Do not ever call Brad’s house again! Ever!
Chapter 49
BRAD
Barbie’s truck is parked at the motel—tramp could not wait to get here. She called ten minutes earlier. “Hey, lover boy, I’m in room number nine, Jayden. I can’t wait, handsome.” I about break my foot, stepping on the brake in the parking lot.
I guzzle a few more gulps from a whiskey bottle. I can’t wait, handsome. I feel like ripping the steering wheel from the dash.
I slam the car door, storm up the steps, take a deep breath, and knock gently. Remember, you are Jayden the sweet Brad.
“Enter,” Barbie yells.
I shove open the door.
“You sure are anxious, hunk. For a second there, I thought you were going to break down the door to get at me.” She purrs deep in her throat and stretches like a feline.
Barbie lays on her stomach, a short red dress riding up her thighs, her legs swinging behind her. She leans on her elbows and her boobs spill from her dress, giving me an eyeful.
No, you fool! She is trying to seduce your brother with her tits. Cunt is giving Jayden an eyeful.
Either anger, lust, booze or all three cause me to sway on my feet.
Goddamnit! Get hold of yourself and find the strength to carry through.
“I told you we would only have a couple of hours, but now I’m thinking we can go all night,” she says with sparkling eyes.
Barbie never spent the night with me since she married, since I married. The lamp on the table whacked across her head would knock her unconscious.
Jayden would ask about her husband so I do.
She answers, “Bubba thinks my mama’s sick and needs me. Mama promised to cover for me. Ah, you brought your pajamas” She giggles. “We don’t need PJs, just our birthday suits, Jayden.”
My brother’s name sounds yummy in her mouth. “These are not pajamas but toys.” I drop the leather bag on the television. Clunk. The bag lands on the wood like a brick.
“Ooh, are there sex toys in the bag? You are a surprise. Want me to do to you what that strumpet is doing in that porno?” She winks at the dirty movie on the TV and spreads her legs. “I’m better than that vixen on TV.”
Barbie rises like a cobra from the bed and walks in a slow sensuous gait. With each swing of her hips, I can hear the ocean crashing against a beach.
She wraps her arms around my neck and rocks into me.
My arousal grows along with my helplessness.
She fingers the letters JT on my brother’s shirt. “Jayden, I’m so glad you called. I knew you wouldn’t be able to forget me.”
“Was it so memorable last time?”
“You know, sugar, that day in your office.”
Jayden did it to my lover in my office. They were humping against my chair, my desk, my couch. They rolled around my carpet, their legs twisted together like pretzels. They shoved against my door thumping against the wood, her skirt riding her hips and Jayden with her legs wrapped around his waist and his...
She reaches down and grabs me, moaning.
I nearly swoon and damn myself for wanting her.
“You’re hungry, Jayden,” she whispers in my ear with a throaty laugh.
She stands on my toes, tonguing my brother in the ear.
I walk my hand up her bare leg, slipping my fingers beneath her skirt. She is wearing no panties! I slide my palm across her rear because she rubbed oil on her naked buttocks. Really, the lying cheat oiled herself for my brother.
She shudders and groans from my fingers walking up the line of her butt.
Wham! I slap her across her rear so hard it must burn as if a bee stung her, as if ten bees stung her.
She groans even louder. “You like the rough stuff? You seem like such a shy sensitive man but there is an animal simmering beneath. You’re growling like you’re about to explode.”
I clamp down on my cheek, moving my jawbone furiously and tasting my own blood.
She cocks her head, her eyes roving my face. “I do believe you are a little bit better looking than Brad.”
I yank out a pair of silk ties from the shopping bag. Both ties are red to match her dress. The color red is the mark of a prostitute like red light districts.
Barbie bends completely over to unbuckle her heels and her short skirt inches up past her rear.
I rub the front of my pants. I have an insane thought that Jayden is here with me and both of us can have her at the same time. In Philly, we slept in the same bed with two naked women, one for each of us. Barbie could sleep between us, both of us pressing against her, both of us shoving our tongues in her ears, running our hands down her breasts.
And then, I would smother my brother and my girlfriend with pillows while they slept, one knee over each, stuffing their noses with cotton, keeping their mouths closed to let no air in.
I rip the zipper down her dress, yanking the garment from her shoulders.
Barbie is proudly standing in front of Jayden naked, her hands on her hips. Her chest is thrust out, her legs parted. She is showing off for my brother. My woman. My lover. Mine.
“Lie down, Barbie.”
“I just love a man who gives orders,” she purrs. She grabs my hand, cupping my fingers on her crotch. “I’ll have you begging for it just like Brad does.”
She rocks squeezing her thighs together, trapping my hand between her legs.
My arousal is painful and her seduction fascinating. Barbie is every inch a predator and I bite down on her thigh to get her to release me.
“Ouch! Not so rough,” she says, brushing at the blood on her leg.
“Now reach out your arms and legs.”
She spreads like a human sacrifice while I tie her ankles to the bed with scarves and bind her wrists with sisal rope.
“Ouch, the rope is scratchy,” she complains.
“I’m going to punish you with pleasure.”
“Ooh, is that a slave collar?” She leans her head to one side for easier placement around her neck.
“And what shall I do to you, Jayden?” She speaks the words with a tongue thick with lust. Her eyelids are heavy with passion. “Let me see you,” she moans.
I kick my pants across the room and pull my brother’s shirt off.
Her eyes are glued to my undershorts. She pants and mews, squeezing her legs together and thrashing her body wildly on the bed.
She is whimpering for Jayden and I have not even touched her! She humps the bed covers, moving her big rear like an ocean in the middle of a storm.
A doctor designed the Wartenberg wheel to test nerve reactions. The wheel has sharp pins for rolling across the skin. I plug in the violet wand, which emits electrical pulses, and roll the wheel across her body simultaneously zapping her with electricity. Unfortunately, the wand is not strong enough to electrocute her, and she is enjoying the sensation of pin pricking and zapping.
“Why did you stop when I was so close?” she rattles in raspy breaths.
She tries to kiss me, but I bang my head against her collarbone, avoiding her. I pinch her thighs. “You want pain, huh?” I squeeze her nipples.
Her head bangs against the headboard, the rope cutting into her wrists. “Stop, you’re hurting me!”
I grab her cheeks with my hands and shove my face at her so I am spitting into her mouth.
“What...?”
I shut her up by covering her mouth with my hand.
“No condom,” I rasp. “I’m going to feel you skin to skin this time.”
Her eyes are wild.
I ram into her, painfully, hurtfully.
I grunt on top of her, my face strained and I don’t stop pounding, pinching, and squeezing her, until I collapse on top of her, not bothering to cushion her from any of my weight.
Red bruises are on her thighs. One hip is purplish.
“Give me a moment to recover my stamina, so I can go again. Only I’m going to fli
p you over so you don’t enjoy any of it!”
“You selfish bastard,” she screams and struggles to hit me, but she is tied to the bed. “What if you got me pregnant? Bubba had a vasectomy.”
I yank her hair back and lower my face to hers. “Look at me!”
She pushes her head into the pillow and mews. “My God, your eyes. You look like a monster. Untie me,” she pleads. “You’re crazy, Jayden.”
“You won’t be able to walk when I’m through with you.” I rub the muscle spasms on her thighs and roughly massage her bruised breasts. “Ah, so now you’re whimpering in pain and not lust.”
“You’re hurting me,” she whispers.
“You want gentleness?” I take the whip from the bag.
“You wouldn’t...you couldn’t...You are Brad’s brother, a doctor, a man of healing.”
“The whip is just a sex toy, but first, I have to shut you up.”
I try to stuff a silk tie into her mouth and she bites me.
I squeeze her neck, choking her and push the tie down the opening of her throat.
“A dozen lashes for biting me. Ah, come on, quit crying, baby. The slaves in the South had it worse. There, no more whipping, see,” and I drop the whip. “You want sensitivity? How’s this?” I slam my fist against her jaw and the bone crunches.
“You prefer my brother!” I scream at her.
Finally, there is an oh-shit recognition in her eyes.
“You come sniffing after Jayden like a bitch in heat!”
I land my knuckles on the bridge of her nose.
Crack.
She blacks out.
I throw a glass of water in her face and she comes to sputtering. I pull the gag halfway out so she can get some air.
“You were out for less than a minute so don’t look at me like you just died.” I point a jagged kitchen knife at her.
She opens her mouth to scream, I guess, but her jaw is broken.
My body shivers at my reflection in the mirror. I hardly know this man, this baboon who grins from a flushed face, hair sticking up from his head like a zombie. Oh God, why did she have to bury me? Tears stream down my cheeks. “Why do you hurt me like this, Barbie?”
She pulls at her wrists but I, a former Boy Scout, knotted the scarves.
The knife shakes in my hand. Who turned up the damned heat? I am sweating an ocean here. “You want my brother so I’ll give him half of you, put your body parts in a box, and ship you to Canada.”
She moans.
Blood is smeared across her face. Her jaw is black and blue, and her face swollen. A spot of blood where the knife nicked dribbles down her neck. Her tied wrists are bleeding and her ankles are raw.
“Fight me and you hurt yourself more.”
She pushes herself further into the mattress, making me laugh.
“I only want to kiss you, my love.” My lips flutter across her broken jaw. “See. I can be gentle. You cut me in two, sweetheart.” I take the knife and slice it down my chest, drawing blood. “See. My wound hurts more than yours do.”
I yank a mirror from the wall and carry it over to her. “You can thank Jayden for making you ugly. It was him you were so excited to meet, remember?”
She stares in horror at her broken jaw, nose smashed in and lip split in two.
“My brother won’t ever want you again, no man will, not even Bubba.”
She cringes then closes her eyes, and leans her head, exposing her jugular vein. Barbie is vain and would prefer death. Tough luck. I drop the knife in the shopping bag, along with the other sex toys. “You won’t dare tell Bubba it was me who beat you up. How would you explain meeting me at a motel, huh? Pretend you were abducted by bikers who brought you to this room to gang rape you.”
I laugh at her pathetic attempt of trying to kick me with her ankles tied.
I wrap my brother’s shirt around her neck and squeeze tightly. “Better yet, tell your husband Jayden Tremblay from Canada visited Austin and beat you to a pulp.”
She wheezes and I remove the gag. She tries to speak but only manages to mouth the words I hate you.
“I should kill you for that, but I’ll let you live so you can see how hideous you are, you cheating slut. You look dirty and cheap, like a whore no man would care about, like some sex object, a thing.”
I believe to be cured of Barbie until I sit in my car and ball like a baby.
Chapter 50
BRAD
I wipe my eyes with Jayden’s shirt and then speed away headed in the direction of Pace Bend Park northwest of Austin. At Pace Bend are limestone cliffs overlooking Lake Travis. The tallest cliff is 45 feet above the water.
I sit on the front seat of the car and push the power button so that the seat reclines. For a man about to commit suicide I am mindful of my comfort and punch the power lock on the doors to insulate the car from any terror lurking outside.
There is a crack in the moon, down the center. The two halves fit perfectly like Jayden and me. With any luck, my brother’s heart will stop beating when mine does.
The phone rings.
Barbie is calling to apologize! Sorry, I got a little crazy, honey, and did not mean any of it. I want you. I need you. I love you. I never wanted Jayden.
My voice is hoarse. I answer like a little girl, “Hello.”
A stranger calling with a wrong number, and uncaring of your problems, is a sign that you should go through with killing yourself.
I stand on the edge of a cliff staring down at the ripples of the water in the moonlight. Over the years, several people have fallen to their deaths from atop the cliffs. Given how low the water currently is, I shall have to be careful not to land on a rock and break my neck. Drowning would be less painful.
The lake is black as a tunnel and it seems a hand reaches from beneath the surface of the water. Perhaps a mermaid waves at me. There are Sirens beneath the sea, singing to me to join them. It will be calm at the bottom of the lake. I really do not mind fish nibbling my body, and then parts of me will come back, fished from the ocean. I can be deep-fried and broiled, baked and caked. Cajun seasoning and lemon pepper are among my favorites.
I sway on the ledge, cool air sobering me, wondering if committing suicide over an uncaring woman is worth the trouble. My brother will not come to my funeral for who will tell him I died. The only other person who knows of our masquerade is Barbie, and she may never speak again since I punched her larynx as a parting gift.
I had better think this through—Jayden and Barbie together at my funeral. My brother comforting my girlfriend during my eulogy, both of them standing at the podium to broadcast how they both made a fool of Brad O’Boyle.
Over my dead body! I will not give those two animals the satisfaction of killing myself. Plus, if I die, what if Jayden returns and pretends to be me?
This time of year, the sun does not set until about 9:30. It is around 9:15 p.m. and I am the only one here. A setting sun is soothing, giving one hope that tomorrow is another day. I am in a Gone with the Wind moment, feeling melancholy.
There is a rustling behind me, and my hair rises at the nape of my neck. I earlier threw the knife into Lake Travis just in case Barbie decides to press charges. My only defense from an intruder is a ballpoint pen in my pocket. The Superman Gel Pen could stab an animal in the eye.
A shadow of a human looms above me.
“What the…?
Hands shove against my back and push me.
I hurl head first towards the dark depths of Travis Lake.
August 23, 2015
JAYDEN
SOMEONE DUG UP MY PET CEMETERY, exhumed the bodies from the graves, and then put up a sign marked Boner Zoo.
There is no proof but this is the sort of sick joke Brad finds hilarious.
My stomach churns as I rebury the remains of my animals using the same shovel as the culprit. Dirt flies around me, and there is a baseball cap on the ground so I shove the hat on my head to keep the dirt from my eyes.
I blink my
eyes at an empty grave, imagining Brad with his eyes wide-open, buried alive, scratching at the dirt, and silently screaming.
Ronni would be free.
Stop any murderous thoughts about your brother right now! The culprits might have been neighborhood teens or a fraternity hazing by college kids from the University of Victoria.
If only my brother would call back. His phone rings and then goes straight to voicemail.
I thought of calling Ronni to ask for Brad, but do not trust myself to speak to her.
His office has not heard from Brad either. It has been three days.
The thought churns through my head that if anything happened to Brad, I could return to Austin.
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Part Six: Promises Kept
Chapter 51
BRAD
Splash! Plop! Ka-pow!
I float to the bottom of Lake Travis. Luckily, I am still in Superman mode and can breathe under water.
People are careless. At the lake bottom are a lost cell phone, wallet, wedding ring, and camera.
There is a nice pair of sunglasses stuck in the mud. Whoa, now it is pitch black with the glasses so I throw them back to the sea. The pair is missing an arm anyway.
A largemouth bass jumps at me with its mouth open like the big fish plans to swallow me like Jonas in the Bible. I imagine Bubba Simpson fishing the bass out, cutting the fish open and me springing at him. The shadow of the man who pushed me resembled the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man from Ghostbusters. Bubba followed his wife and then me.
I am running out of air and my survival instincts kick in. I shed my pants and swim to the top, my head bursting from the water.
I claw my way up the cliff, slipping and sliding, kicking a pebble or two, and gaining inches until I crawl along the top of the cliff, away from danger.
Leeches cover me. Most leeches feed on decomposing corpses, making me wonder if I drowned. My skin is white in the moonlight and maybe I am a ghost. Ha! I will head to Canada and haunt Jayden.
Frickin’ bloodsuckers are trying to eat me so I must not be dead. I dig a fingernail into my skin to remove some slimy leeches. The popping noise from the leeches as they release their suction on my skin is nerve wracking.
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