Beast Mode Todd

by Jordan Silver

  It was looking more and more like I was off there, and now the fear in her eyes and the way she’d reacted when the D.A. dropped the sexual abuse case had me questioning my own fucking sanity.

  Someone had planted that shit. But how had they known that the cops were going to show up that night? I wasn’t in the habit of running into the law and that shit was just too well orchestrated for my liking.

  So who and why? Since I’d always assumed that it was one of the deputies, I’d never looked any farther than them. The truth is I’d been mostly fixated on her and her part in this shit so hadn’t given much thought to that part of it. No more than to plot their fucking deaths.

  I may draw the line at killing a female outright, but I hadn’t lost any sleep over my plans to kill them one by one. But now as I sat there in the dark going over shit, something wasn’t adding up. Something that was right under my nose.

  The town wasn’t that big, maybe seven thousand at most. And though we didn’t all know each other, it was a tight knit community more prone to tailgating parties and Friday night football at the local high school.

  Drugs were a bad deal for sure, but most of the addicts went one town over to score, everybody knew that. I didn’t have any beefs with anyone, had never fucked anyone over, and had more friends than enemies. The shit was giving me a headache.

  I went back to the computer screen as if drawn there for one last look at her. I’m not the type to give anyone an easy pass, especially not the woman who’d set my ass on a collision course with hell, but I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to this shit than meets the eye.

  I will admit that my tunnel vision where she’s concerned may have blinded me to other things and maybe I need to do some reordering, but the fact still remains that she’d been the instigator in all this.

  With my anger cooled somewhat now that the first meet was over, I could commit more time to delving deeper and going beyond the hard-on I’ve had to fuck her shit up for the past five years.

  Maybe I should retrace my steps and try to find the piece of the puzzle that was missing. Damn, in five and a half years she’d been my sole focus. Maybe that shit had blinded me to other things.

  Well, sitting here in the dark perving on her body under the sheets wasn’t gonna give me any answers so I’d better get to work. But where the fuck to start? I remember that day like it was yesterday. The shit has been playing over and over in my head like it was on a loop for the past five years. I’m gonna be so pissed if I missed something major, which is what I was beginning to suspect.

  I pulled up her Facefuck page and went through her friends whom I never paid much attention to before. Looking to see if maybe I knew any of them or had ever had any dealings. That was a bust and so was the search of her family. I knew none of these people.

  It wasn’t about the business I’d been in the process of opening. The place had been vacant for years before I turned my sights on it and there hadn’t been any scuffles over the signing and shit. Another dead-end.

  I spent most of the night going through my own notes and digging into shit that I’d barely glanced at before but by the time midnight came around I was still no closer to an answer.

  I packed it in and went to bed with her face in my head and that look of sadness and fear plaguing my mind. This honor shit is a hard thing to quit and if somehow someone had used her to get to me I’ll have to take that shit into consideration. I’m still gonna fuck her though.

  At the end of the day, it all circles back to her there was no disputing that shit. If she’d been set up then she should’ve spoken up sooner. Nothing was going to give me back the time that I’d lost. I’m not the man to let her walk away scot- free.

  8

  For the next couple days Bryan, who had found in me a new friend, invited me over for dinner. Little did he know, that in the evenings before he came home, I was hopping my back wall and infiltrating his shit.

  Mallory wasn’t as jumpy as in the beginning but she wasn’t exactly relaxed either. She had no idea that I was grooming her; at least I didn’t think she did. Little soft touches, always brushing up against her when we passed and I never brought up the past even though it was never too far from my mind.

  By the third evening I even got a laugh out of her while she stood at the sink peeling potatoes. “Are you coming to dinner tonight?”

  “Do you want me to?” She bit that damn lip again and gave a little shrug like she didn’t care one way or the other. In the last two days anyone seeing these little interactions would think we’d just met each other for the first time and was getting to know one another.

  I had her open up about college and what she’d been doing with her life like I hadn’t had a telescope on that shit and was surprised that she didn’t lie. She was really beginning to get on my nerves. Where was the scheming little twit who’d set me up?

  This nun like wallflower was not the girl I’d been picturing taking out to the woodshed for the past five years. Speaking of nuns, they hadn’t fucked all week. I wasn’t sure if that was the norm, but I found myself getting antsy at the prospect of seeing him touch her. Shit made me want to kill his fucking ass.

  “You know I’m going to fuck you right?” I was never known for having much tact and the startled look she gave me said she thought I meant to do her now. “Relax, your boy will be home soon, it can wait.” If her face gets any redder I’ll have to break out the fire extinguisher.

  “You, you shouldn’t say that.” Notice she did not deny me. I’d been working on breaking down her defenses and banking on the fact that she’d once found me attractive.

  Each evening when I left her here alone to go wait for Bryan to come knocking on my fucking door like a twelve year old emo kid hopped up on grass, I’d sit at the computer and watch her.

  I knew I was getting to her; it was in those little secret smiles she held back for when she was alone. I’d even caught her singing once or twice and she was getting more comfortable with my touch. Shit was coming along nicely, thank fuck.

  My dick was about to take point. My emotions, if there were any, were held in subjugation never to see the light of day. I didn’t want to hear one fuck from my conscience and my deceitful heart that kept whispering that maybe she wasn’t so bad after all could get fucked.

  I stood from my place at the kitchen table and walked over to her, leaning over her shoulder as I caged her in and ran my nose up her neck to her ear. She shivered and I felt the heat in her arms when I lifted my hands to run them over her flesh.

  “I’m leaving now, I’ll see you in a little bit.” Her lips trembled when she looked up at me with those eyes like deep pools of lust and I knew I had her. I resisted the urge to lower my head to hers and headed for the door. I have a sneaky suspicion that I’m losing this fight but we’ll see. Just because I no longer had the urge to wring her neck didn’t mean that she was out of the danger zone.

  It was getting harder to climb the damn wall after our little daily rendezvous because my dick stays hard around her. I’m pretty sure she’s felt that shit a time or two. I wonder how tight her pussy’s gonna be around my cock. I’m thinking tomorrow. I wasn’t planning to live in this bitch and I’d already been here longer than I’d planned.

  Since I had her pretty much locked down, I was spending more time on the other player in this farce. He or she was still a dark shadow hiding in the wings just out of sight, but I had no doubt it’ll all come together sooner or later. Nothing was taking my focus off of her though and the game was still on.

  I went back to my place feeling frustrated and was happy to see that she wasn’t in much better shape. She was standing exactly where I’d left her, looking lost. Gotcha!

  She shook herself out of her reverie a few seconds later and went back to peeling and adding potatoes to the boiling water she had in the pot I’d put on for her. I’m no fool, I’ve been watching those two long enough to know that Bryan was one of those good ole boys that thought ‘woman’
s work’ was beneath him.

  Asshole probably never made it this far past the Mason Dixon line before. Thank fuck mom is one of those sparring hens that didn’t let her men get away with shit. I was raised right. I knew how to treat a woman and even with the fuck fest that was my life, I still had dreams of finding the right one and settling down some day.

  This one was confusing the shit out of me though. She was nothing like I’d expected. Even though her social media posts had been vanilla as fuck I’d half convinced myself that she was just keeping her wild shit well hidden. Now I’m having to rethink that shit.

  I’ve also noticed my new fondness for those flighty wisps of material she wears, her kaftans. They may look innocent enough, but if you watch long enough you’d see the seductive lure. Though I wouldn’t mind seeing her ass well encased in a tight pair of jeans just waiting for my hands to cup, those shits were growing on me.

  I stretched my jean-clad legs out in front of me and sipped my beer as I watched her. Lately I’ve been really watching her. Not like a man who was planning her demise, but just as a man. I like what I see and that was starting to become a problem.

  I find myself staying up late at night staring at the ceiling and asking myself ‘what if’. Then I’d remind myself of the hard five I’d done and that shit would die a quick death, only to return the next day. I sometimes felt more imprisoned by my thoughts than I’d ever been behind those walls.

  Nothing was going the way I’d expected and I was growing more and more confused by the minute. What I once saw as black and white was filled with a fuck load of grey areas and the shit was getting to me. I hate not having all the answers, not knowing what the fuck was going on around me, especially when it pertains to me.

  I was about to turn away from the screen when Bryan walked in, to avoid the obligatory evening peck on the lips. But then she did something that stopped me in my tracks. Did she just give him the slip? Sure as fuck she evaded his lips. Well, well, well what have we here grasshopper?

  She pretended not to notice what she’d done but he saw it and so did I.

  “You feeling okay?” He rubbed her back and I came halfway out of my seat. “Get your fucking hands off her.” Aw fuck!

  I unclenched my fists and looked away as she lied to him about coming down with a cold and not wanting him to catch it. My ass. That was smooth though, good girl. I took a piss and waited for the knock on the door that I was sure would be coming.

  All week I’ve been gravitating between feeling sorry for this guy and wanting to knock his fucking block off. What kind off asshole douche turd just opens their door and let some swinging dick waltz right in?

  Either he’s an extremely confident fucker, or he’s got something on her. So far I haven’t picked up on any static so I know that’s not it, so it must be her. Some fuck happened to her that made this weasel think she could do no better.

  I know I’m contradicting myself here. I should be happy as fuck that she’d ended up with that spineless twerp, but somehow it was an affront to me. I don’t know why the fuck I should care that she could do better, but I do. Even more confusing I’m beginning to see myself in that spot more and more of late. Hoisted on my own fucking petard. Shakespeare couldn’t have written this shit better.

  Right on cue the doorbell rang and I pretended like I wasn’t standing here waiting for it. I opened the door with beer in hand looking all relaxed and shit. “Hey Bri, my man how goes it buddy?” I’m such an asshole, but that’s the way the game is played. At least I’d foregone my idea of sneaking into his house in the dead of night and fucking his girl right next to him. Points!

  “Are you coming over? I wanted to show you that new rack I told you about.” Something else I was beginning to hate about this guy. He shoots shit just for sport. No real man does that shit. If you’re not gonna eat it, leave that shit alone. Squeamish fuck probably never took down so much as a squirrel. Who the fuck hunts raccoons?

  “Yeah sure, let me get some shoes on.” I rolled my eyes once I turned away. Bryan is one of those guys that like to show off his toys, usually with that smarmy shit he does that says, ‘I bet you don’t have one of these’.

  I like to let him show off his mediocre shit before schooling his ass on where he went wrong. My toys are always better, but I’m not about to have a dick- measuring contest with this ass. He’d never win. No way can a garden snake stand up against an anaconda. I’m just saying!

  9

  I slipped my feet into some man sandals because it was still hot as balls and I wasn’t in the mood for anything else, before following him out the door. Once inside their house I played the game, like I hadn’t just left her a little while ago. I wonder if he ever questions why she always blushes when I come over?

  “Something sure smells good, you’re one lucky guy Bri. She’s beautiful and she can cook.” He beamed from ear to ear and I hid my sneer behind the bottle I’d walked over with me. I’m going to fuck the shit out of her you smug fuck.

  “You need to find you a girl Todd. Of course there’s no one else around here that can hold a candle to mine, but I know a few people around the office, I could maybe put in a good word for you.” He actually did that brow twitching shit like this was a Groucho Marx movie.

  I think she gave him the death glare and now instead of a sneer I was hiding a smile behind my bottle. “Bryan that’s very presumptuous of you. What makes you think he doesn’t already have one?” Oh, a little jealous are we?

  Her eyes flitted my way and back down to the bowl she was filling with mashed potatoes while he laughed. She knew damn well I didn’t have one because in the midst of one of our little conversations I’d let it slip that I’d just been released. She’d already known. Huh!

  “Of course he doesn’t, we would’ve met her by now.” He looked at me for confirmation and I answered him with a nod. Little fucker likes to be right about every damn thing under the damn sun. Now if I were in his position I would be questioning just how fucking safe was it to have someone like me in such close proximity to my woman. There was always a window in the evenings when she was home alone and he knew I ‘worked’ from home. Clueless, or just over confident.

  She didn’t say anything more about his offer but went back to filling bowls and platters with food for the table. It was only when she brought the meal to the table that I realized what she’d done. The gesture touched me more than it should.

  I’d made a passing comment to her the evening before that I was partial to mashed potatoes with fried steak and gravy. Damn if that isn’t what she put on the table, along with green beans, and my favorite pie was cooling on the counter. Damn!

  “Bryan’s right. I’m in between girls right now. In fact it’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed female companionship of any kind. My life has been kind of on hold lately.” I looked dead at her when I said this and only we two knew what that meant. Her face reddened and she looked away from my intent stare.

  Bryan on the other hand went on to tell me, which one of the women at his accounting firm would be perfect for me. Like I’d let this high-waisted motherfucker choose a dog walker for me. In what universe does this hump think I’d need dating help or advice from him?

  “We’ll see Bri we’ll see. I do have my eye on someone but I’m taking my time there. I have to make sure everything’s just right before I make my move. There’re… complications.” I was still looking at her and barely looked away before he caught me.

  “Oh, what sort of complications?” I shrugged my shoulders and dug into my potatoes.

  “Oh you know. Some women can be difficult. They need a little more work. Add the fact that they can be confusing and downright deceiving at times and it takes a brave man to tread into those waters.”

  “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I never had that problem did I honey? I met her one night when we were both burning the midnight oil in the stacks and knew she was the one for me. I just decided to ask her out then and there and we’ve been together ev
er since. I guess you can say we just clicked.”

  And then you went into the nearest bathroom and wiped your nosebleed you little snot rag motherfucker.

  I almost blew my cover and ask her what the fuck kinda colossal joke this was. I didn’t like the way he was looking at her either the fuck. Or the way he reached for her hand and squeezed before going back to his meal. There is something very wrong with this picture, or I’d fallen down the rabbit hole.

  Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not hating on douche nozzle because of his looks or the fact that he’s a pencil dick paper pusher. But from what I’ve seen between these two, there’s little to no chemistry.

  She sleeps damn near at the edge of the bed every night to get away from him, and the only real contact I’ve ever seen is the evening hello kiss and the goodbye kiss on the cheek as they head out in the morning. Plus the fact that he makes noises when he eats.

  In fact, the more time I spent with these two, the more I hated his guts. Even more so than hers; go figure. I wasn’t jealous or anything, at least that’s what I keep telling myself. Didn’t resent the time he had with her after I left and went next door to my empty bed. Fuck off, it’s not that kind of party. I’m here to complete a mission, nothing more. Uh-huh!

  Once again she and I ate in silence while Bryan regaled us with tales of his fascinating day of numbers and bottom lines. My ears were damn near ready to bleed and I wondered how the fuck she’d put up with this shit for so long. Maybe I was doing her a favor by fucking things up with this guy.

  She kept picking at her food each time I kept bringing the conversation back around to this supposed hot chick that Bryan knew at the office that would be just perfect for a guy like me; whatever the fuck that was. I thought she was going to gouge him.

  I hid my amusement by pretending that I actually found his shit entertaining. It’s gonna take two tumblers of whiskey to bring me down off this ledge. The guy could be used to put insomniacs to sleep.