by Amy Brent
What the fuck? I didn’t come to see a side show, instead I walk up to her, see him and the sight of him makes me sick and there she is on the right. Naked in a chair touching herself and I see what he was looking at. Mr. Johnson was watching the sweet, innocent Scarlett that he corrupted, touching herself. Her hands are moving up and down as if she’s got a rash in her crotch that she can’t get rid of.
“Fuck!” Mr. Johnson blurts out as he sees me towering over him. I take Lourdes by the hair and say, “You need to get someone else to suck that. I’ve got to talk to her now.”
“Let go off me!” she screams, but I ignore her as I drag her away from his cock. She should be thanking me instead of screaming like a pussy.
I can hear Scarlett mumble, “Blake…” as I leave the room.
Mr. Johnson’s shouting about revoking his membership and that this is an invasion of privacy. He revoked that privilege the moment he took the one woman that I wanted and made her into some masturbating idiot. I shake my head thinking about the tired lines that were on her face. The ones that showed that she wasn’t happy, but that wasn’t my problem.
The little vixen in front of me, that I’d dragged of his cock was my issue and as soon as she stops screaming and we’re in another room. I let go of her and then lock the door behind me. I don’t want her to escape and I’ve no intention of hurting her.
I feel as if I’m losing my mind. I want someone to tell me the thing that’s running through my mind that’s really causing me a headache isn’t true. But dad’s actions earlier already told me what I already knew.
“Who’s Alexa Grey?”
She laughs as she wipes her mouth. She had bits of his come on her mouth. It was fucking disgusting. But, she’s standing with a tutu round her waist and the feather duster in her hand. Anyone else would have found it sexy, even thought about bending her over and fucking her.
Me.
Never.
Knowing that the come that she’s wiping of her lips is Mr. Johnson’s kind of makes me sick.
“The dead girl.”
“So, you know her?”
She purrs as she comes closer towards me.
“Knew her.”
“Whatever.”
She’s so close to me as she traces her fingers up my chest. I hold on to her hands tighter. I cause her to drop the fucking duster that she had on her other hand.
“I know what you want.”
“To know about Alexa Grey. That’s all I want.”
“I can make you come in more ways than you’ve ever dreamed off,” she hums and then she starts to lick her lips.
It’s really not working on me.
“I’m sure you could. But for now, tell me about what happened to Alexa.”
“She used to work here.”
She catches her breath as if she’s trying to see if maybe I’ll change my mind as my eyes lock on hers. She can forget it. There’s only one lips that are even getting anywhere near it. And it’s not hers. Not by a long shot. I feel disgusted as I think about how many cocks have met those lips and then now she’s offering it to me.
“And?”
“Now, she’s dead.”
“How?”
She laughs, she sounds like a fucking witch as she throws her head back and once again she thinks that she has the right to seduce me. She hasn’t got a fucking clue. She doesn’t own the right to seduce me by a long shot.
“Ask your father.”
“What do you mean?”
“As I said ask your dad. He’ll tell you how.”
I drop her hands like a lead balloon, because Lourdes had confirmed the one thing that I’d hoped wasn’t true. My dad did have something to do with her death. I turn and open the door.
“What about helping you get rid of that?”
She points at my dick. Shit, was I really getting a boner in these conditions. Lourdes was like a little witch the type that could use her body and mind to get men to do whatever she wanted them to do.
Fuck that shit!
I wasn’t going to be a victim and she wasn’t going to take anything from me. I had to get to Lily. Stupidly I’d left her alone fearing the truth and I had a feeling that dad was going to pay her a visit. He’d probably thought that she’d figured it out and was looking for a way to get her brother of the murder wrap. Lily was innocent in all this, she wanted to get her brother of the murder charge and I was scared that I may have helped get her name on the death list.
Chapter 22: Lily
I didn’t know what to do. Olivia called earlier and said that she was hooking up with some guy at work. I know that she’d been into some guy, but our conversations had been thin lately. One where she’ll be doing the talking and I’ll be nodding my head pretending to listen. I was either day dreaming about Blake or too busy worrying about Gary behind bars.
Then, Blake came through the door. It was almost as if he was a dream come true as if he knew that I needed him not just for sex, but for comfort too. Unfortunately, I was wrong, so when I heard the doorbell again. I thought that it was him. Coming back and wanting to tell me that he was sorry for the way that he’d behaved earlier.
I would forgive him.
I’d showered and even put on a nice dress. Anything to make myself look more appealing than I did when he first came through the door. He’ll see that there was something between us. Something that was more than just being bought at the auction. More than just losing my virginity to him.
“Blake!”
I shake my head as I see someone completely different. A man that I’d seen online a few times, but he looked completely different. He was wearing a baseball cap as if he was in disguise or something and dark glasses. I knew the shape of his face. There’s no denying that he’s Blake’s dad. Just older and slightly shorter.
“No. It’s me. Can I come in?”
I sigh and move to the side to let him in. I don’t know what he’s doing here. Maybe I don’t really care, because I thought that he was Blake. I thought that he’d come back and say that he wants to help Gary. Not because he knows him personally, but because he’s falling for me and if something troubles me. Then it troubles him.
I shut the door behind Mr. Fisher and I don’t even notice him standing there watching my every move as I ask, “Do you want a drink or something?”
He shakes his head.
“Okay, sit down.” I say, trying to be the perfect host.
Again, he shakes his head.
I feel as if the Fisher family are a complicated family, the typical that believe because they’re rich and have power that they can manipulate anyone. Blake worked his magic on me and now I feel as if I’m hooked.
“How can I help you Mr. Fisher?”
“You can start by telling me why you were in the auction?”
I wonder if this is a trick question, “To sell my virginity.”
I feel silly saying exactly what I was there for, when it was clear I was only there for one reason.
“I explained all this to Blake earlier.”
“What did you explain to him?” “He asked me the same question. What was I doing there and why did I happen to be selling my virginity. I told him that I needed the money.”
“For what?”
I feel as if this is twenty questions. I don’t want to answer him. Especially as he’s making me feel nervous the way that he’s standing and watching my every move. He hasn’t taken off his glasses, let alone his thick coat that he’s wearing this time of year.
“I needed the money.”
“That parts clear. But for what?”
Now, he’s moving closer to me. I sit on the other side of the sofa away from him. Hoping that I’ll answer his questions and then he’ll leave. Maybe Blake sent him? Maybe this is some part of their sick plan. They all come over and ask me the same questions over and over again.
“As I told Blake. For my brother, so that he can get a lawyer. No one will touch his case.”
“I’m not s
urprised, you don’t stab someone ten times and expect to get away with it.”
My heart is racing out of control, I start to sweat as I think about what he’d just said, “No one knew how many times she’d been stabbed. If I remember correctly, the only thing that was mentioned was the fact that she was killed in the woods. The only one that would know it…”
I say, but it’s the last thing that I say as I realize that not only is he towering over me, but he’s making a move that makes me scream for the life of me, hoping that the thin walls will stop him from doing what’s exactly on his mind.
Chapter 23: Blake
“Help!” That’s the last word I could hear as I was running to her apartment. I can’t see my dad’s car, but I’m sure that he’s here. I can hear a commotion inside her apartment and I want to break down the fucking door. I push against it. As I hear things breaking inside.
“What the fuck?” A girl says as she runs up to me.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Blake!” I blurt out thinking that it’s the same girl from the photos. Where the fuck are the police when you want them. This whole thing’s out of hand.
“We need to get in there quick!”
She panicking as she’s trying to get the key on the lock and as if on cue the police are behind me.
“Get out of the way.”
One of the officers shoves me out of the way as I can see Lily’s nearly lifeless body on the ground and my dad towering over her. He’s got a knife in his hand and he’s about to use it on her.
Fuck!
My dad’s a fucking murderer and then as the officer doesn’t hesitate in shooting his hand I should be scared, fucking petrified that I’ve already lost one parent and now I’m about to lose another. But I feel relief as the officer calls for Lily to respond. And I see a leg move, that means that she’s alive.
Olivia sighs, “She’s okay. She’s okay,” she’s holding onto me and I pat her back as the officers try and clear the area.
“Stay back!” One of them barks to me. I do just that as I’m speechless as the man that I’d called dad for so many years. The one whose blood runs through my veins, is being carried away. He doesn’t even look at me, but like a broken man as his hands are behind his back and he’s carried through. I watch him and I don’t even notice the paramedics as they run into the apartment and Olivia leaves my side.
All I can think about is all the women that he must have been killed, because I realize right then that Alexa couldn’t have been the first and no doubt she would probably not have been the last.
There’s something dark and cynical inside of him. Something that I thought that I’d seen when I was younger and heard the screams from my parents’ room, but clear as day as I realize that my dad, my father is nothing but a monster. One that needs to be locked away for life.
Chapter 24: Lily
I’m lying on the bed in the hospital wondering if my days are numbered and if that knife had actually touched my skin. Did he go as far as kill me for something that I knew nothing about. I’d never connected the dots until he was questioning me in the apartment.
Gary had said something about Alexa disappearing at one time. They were childhood sweetheart and then all of a sudden, she was gone. Like the girls in the auction house, she must have sold her virginity. The ones that weren’t sold, I had wondered what happened to them. I wondered if they were the ones that stayed in the house and as a consequence of their choice they were killed.
All sorts of nightmares had been entering and leaving my mind. Did Mr. Fisher kill me and this was the aftermath?
Was I being punished in my after life for the choice that I’d made to go to the auction?
That’s when I heard a voice, a familiar one and then as I opened my eyes I couldn’t believe the person that was in front of me.
“Gary, is that you?”
He nods his head, “Sis are you okay?”
I cough, “I am now for seeing you.”
Gary was here with me, not in the afterlife, but wherever I was waking up. Was it a hospital, the room was bright and white. It seemed empty and as I move my head from left to right trying to make sense of it. Gary whispers, “Take it easy. You had quite a big concussion.”
“Where am I?”
“The hospital, you’ve been here for a couple of days.”
My throat feels dry and my body numb from the idea of being here for a couple of days. What happened during that time? Did Mr. Fisher get taken away and put in prison as a replacement for Gary coming out?
“Olivia?”
“She’s with Blake, they’ve gone to get a few of your things.”
“Blake?”
“Yes, your new boyfriend by the look of things,” he smiles as he strokes my hair.
Boyfriend?
The man that left dollar bills by the side of the bed for taking my virginity is not exactly a man that I’ll label as my boyfriend. The only thing he’d done was send his dad to kill me.
“If it wasn’t for him the police wouldn’t have found you and I would still be banged up. Shit, I’ll hate to…”
“Okay, that’s enough. She’s probably in a state of shock.”
I don’t recognize the voice that’s speaking, but as she gets nearer it’s clear that the blonde lady in white is most likely a nurse.
“Lily can you hear me?”
I whisper, but some reason my focus seems a bit off, so I blink at the same time.
“Yes.”
“Good, you’ve been out for a couple of days. The doctor thought that with the concussion to your head you could be out for the whole week.”
I smile at her, and then she looks to Gary and says, “Well, your big sister is a fighter.”
He corrects her, “She’s my little sister.”
She pats him on the back and says, “Keep telling yourself that. She’s a fighter. That’s for sure. There’s nothing little about her.”
I smile at her and think of her as my private guardian angel. I realize that there were times that I was shifting in and out of consciousness and I heard her voice, but then I heard Blake’s too. Until, now I thought that he was in the same dream. The one’s that I would have as I thought about that day our parents got into their car and left the pair of us as orphans. Gary may be older than me by a few years, but he looked after me until I graduated from high school. I owed him everything, he could have easily left town and passed me on to one of our distant relatives. The ones that turned up to our parents’ funeral hoping that our parents had left us money. When they found out that they had left us nothing but debts, they smiled, told us that they were sorry about our loss and if we ever needed anything then we should get in touch. They just missed out the part about letting us know how to get in touch. It didn’t matter back then as it doesn’t now.
We have fifty thousand dollars which is more than we ever had in our whole lives. Maybe now we can really start again and move away from town.
Maybe I can get an education and be something more than a waitress?
I want to talk about it with Gary, but I feel too weak. My head’s hurting and I think about what the nurse said about I should have been out of it for at least a week. I want to say something when I hear Blake enter the room. Again, sleep becomes my friend as I’m forced to close my eyes and I start to drift once again.
Chapter 25: Blake
I got a call when I was in the hospital that my dad wanted to see me. I should have gone to see him. Talk to him. Find out his side of the story, but then I concluded that it would be filled with lies. Everything I ever thought I believed about him wasn't true. They searched the auction house and my dad wasn’t just facing one murder, but six.
After I went to see him and chickened out and went to the hospital. I was told that Lily was unconscious again, but the fact that she’d woken up was a good sign. One that showed she had a good chance of recovering. I told Olivia that she should take the things to Lily. I was going to the holding cells
that my dad was being held in, seeing as he’d been refused bail. But had been given the privilege of not being sent to a top security prison that he should have been sent to.
I hate being here. He deserves to be locked up as the animal that he’s been proved to be. The auction house is under criminal investigations like every part of his business, including my own. All my accounts are frozen but I do I have access to money. It’s not as if I’m not safeguarded about events like these. Top businesses are always targets. For fraud, tax evasion, but murder. Not just one, but six to date.
I have a feeling that there’s more. The longer the time goes between trail and now, I think that they’ll discover that dad’s done a lot more than murder six women. My issue, the thing that gets me the most, is why?
Why would someone who has everything go and do such a thing?
I shake my head as I think about what could have happened if I hadn’t got there when I did. The prison guard is asking me to sign in and I look up to see my dad sitting there. My dad, granddad would spit on him if he was visiting him. He was a man of pride. The type that believed in wrong and right. I have no idea what dad believes in, if anything at all.
“Do you have any sharp objects?” the guard asks me and I don’t even want to reply him.
But I shake my head, “No.”
Wondering if this will be my first and last visit. I don’t even know what to do anymore. For the first time in a long time, I feel completely fucking lost and it’s not a good feeling. I thought that when mom was dying that there was a feeling that couldn’t be replaced. That nothing would match it, but somehow this was different. Maybe because for the last year before her death, I knew that it was coming.
This was a shock.
No, it was a fucking surprise. One that I never knew was happening in a million years. Shit, if someone said, ‘Your dad’s part of some virgin auction.’ I would have laughed in their face. My dad. The straight laced. Shit, I didn’t even think that he even had sex with mom. And in the space of two weeks, I had seen a different side of him. The only relief of seeing it was thinking about the lives that I’d saved, but it didn’t give me comfort. In fact, it just frightened me even more.