Page 10 of Game of Revenge

That’s what I’m used to now that I live in Whitney. The closed mindedness of Jefferson is foreign to me now after years of being away. Regardless, we’ll be gone forever soon enough and I’ll never have to come back.

Flushing the toilet, I turn as I begin to zip up my pants, only to find two large men in black ski masks behind me. Gasping, I try to pull back, but they grab me and haul me out. I stomp on their feet, elbow them, and yell, but another masked man shoves a pair of stinky socks into my mouth.

I can see his bare feet, gagging at the realization that they’re his.

They have my arms pinned as I kick and yell, but the guy with bare feet kicks me in the groin, where my fly is still open.

“Thank fuck he put his dick away,” he growls, chuckling as he opens the door to the bathroom. I sag, groaning, unable to breathe from the pain.

The two men behind me drag me out the door, and then hang a right out into the night air.

“We don’t like your kind here,” the man holding me up rasps into my ear, spitting on me. “You’re an abomination. What if you infect our children?”

I want to tell him that it isn’t a fucking disease, but the truth is I’m still struggling to catch a full breath. If they had kicked me anywhere else I’d be fine, but a kick to the dick makes me want to puke.

Coughing, I shudder as they throw me onto the ground.

Flopping onto my back, I spit out the socks.

“What the fuck do you want?” I scream as more men come out from into the dark backlot. There’s not a star in the sky tonight, no lights back here, and there has to be ten guys surrounding me.

“To kill the scourge from our town,” a man growls, stepping quickly over to me and kicking me in the head.

My ears ring as my eyes roll back, and then the chaos begins. They are all kicking, stomping, and someone pulls out a bat to hit me with. My dick seems to be something they’re fascinated with, and they kick me until I attempt to make myself as small as possible.

I just want them to finish and move on. They won’t kill me, right? I can’t think, I’m crying so hard I can’t breathe, hyperventilating from the snot. Everything hurts, and I’m hanging suspended in time until it barely means anything.

I don’t know if it’s been a minute or several since the bathroom. The guys should come out soon right? They’ll stop this.

They’ll save me.

Except…. No one comes for me, and I can barely open my eyes as I look up and a steel bat comes straight for my temple.My body stiffens and convulses as my eyes roll back, and I know this is it.

I’ll never see my brother again. I’ll never have a second chance to make things better with him, Tray, and Kiernan. I hope they don’t blame themselves.

I was stupid for not recognizing that small towns are evil.

Blackness is all that welcomes me as I close my eyes, and I drift off into the void.

Goodbye.

Chapter 4

Michael

“Brian has been gone a long time,” Kier mutters as he bends over and aims for the eight ball. I’d forgotten how good he was at pool.

“I'll go look for him. Get us another round,” I suggest before leaving them and walking down the hall.

It's dark back here and quiet. Shayna passes me, almost bumping into my arm. She's obviously upset, and her mascara is running.

“Hey, you okay?” I ask her. Opening her mouth, she covers it with her hand and begins to sob, shaking her head.

“So much blood. I went to take the trash out… I called an ambulance. I was coming in to find you guys.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It's Brian… I think he's dead… It's all my fault. I never should have called him. Fuck, I can't go to prison. I have a kid.”

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