Page 17 of Wicked Little Nightmare

Edward’s special was crawling into her bed at night and ‘cuddling’ with her. She tried to hide it from me. I could hear him whispering to her that he would kill me if she told me what was happening, so she didn’t. To this day, I’ve let her keep her secrets. No use in forcing her to crack her walls wide open when I’m just as fucked up as she is. I can’t close the dam once it breaks, and if it breaks, she will probably go on a killing spree.

There’s shit she doesn’t even remember that happened to her, and I’m not going to be the one to help her remember. No thanks. So, now we’re here. Killing the trauma, one fuckface at a time.

Up ahead, Lakes killed her engine and sat, looking at the big, beautiful house that Edward had. She slowly took off her helmet and waited for me to do the same once I’d parked beside her. Strange how asswipes like this get the big fancy houses, while the kids they damaged live in the slums.

“You ready?” I asked, grabbing her hand.

Her eyes were huge as they looked up at me and I swore I saw a little tear form before it was absorbed by the darkness. She nodded once and we walked towards his door.

“So, how you want to do this? We gonna break in, or you wanna go old school style?” My butterfly knife was tucked away in my pocket and Lakes had her karambits, probably in a knife sheath around her legs.

She smirked and led the way up to the door, pressing the doorbell before turning away and looking at the street. I eyed the sides of his house. No cameras. That made things infinitely easier.

The door creaked open, “What the fuck are y’all Jehovah’s doing here at this time? It’s fucking six a.m. Get the fuck off my lawn.”

Damn. Six already? We hadn’t slept yet and Lakes didn’t look like she was even tired, even after dancing for hours. Now that he said that a small sliver of exhaustion creeped up my back, but I wasn’t about to let that stop me.

Lakey turned around with a flourish. “Hello, Eddy boy.”

His face fell, losing all of its color. “L-L-L…”

“Yes, it’s Lakey. You remember me, don’t you?” She grinned. To an outsider, it was beautiful. This wide, toothy smile that could captivate the hearts of even the most cold-blooded killer.

But I knew that smile and it caused one of my own to break out on my face.

“C-C-Cam? What… how?”

“Mind inviting us in, Edward?” Lakey pushed up on her tiptoes, almost looking like the little girl she once was when she tried to use puppy eyes to get a treat.

Edward, who had been growing more and more pale by the second, stepped back and gestured for us to come in. “W-w-whatever you want. Sure, yeah. Just… just stay calm.”

Lakey stepped in, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Wouldn’t dream of going nuts, Eddy! We just wanna talk!”

God, she was so sexy. My pants tightened at her display. Could a more perfect woman exist? Most people idolized princesses or celebs, but my girl was sitting on the highest pedestal. Not a damn thing could shake her from that spot.

Ed seemed confused and concerned at our presence, but not quite fearful enough for my taste. Yet. Lakes took my hand, hereyes fixing on his face, watching as his gaze travelled down her body, landing on the knives strapped to her thighs. Immediately, that intense fear hit. His eyes widened and he became a sickly shade of white. Ahhh, there it was. My favorite expression.

“Please, t-take a seat.” Edward’s hands were shaking violently as he sat in the furthest love seat from where he’d indicated for us to sit.

Lakey ignored him, instead walking to his fireplace mantle and looking at all the photos there. Reaching up, she grabbed one, running her fingertips over the photo, almost longingly. “Why do you have this?” Her voice was soft as she spoke. “You must be what? 50 by now? Why does a grown ass man have a photo of a little girl? One that’s not related to him, no less.”

She flipped it around, and I caught a glimpse of a little blonde girl, a smile on her face, her bright blue eyes looking up at whoever was taking the photo. She couldn’t have been more than seven.

“Uh… Um… I’m 49.” He sounded like an idiot. Lakes didn’t give a shit how old he was. It was disgusting to think that he’d been 30 when he’d abused her the way he did, but he would have been disgusting at any age. Fucking sick fuck.

Walking over to me, she gave me the photo. “Please take this out of the frame. I want that photo.” Then she turned back to Edward, but not before her eyes glittered dangerously. Pulling the elastic from her arm, she started to tie her hair up into a high, messy bun.

I chuckled, leaning back, my arms behind my head. “Ohhhhh boy. You’re in shit now.”

“Why. Do. You. Have. That?” The way she pronounced each word sent a shiver down my spine.

Ed looked anywhere but at her. His eyes caught mine, pleading for me to stop her. To do something. Something akin to giving upflashed across his face before he slumped down, his face in his hands. “I like the way you look in it. So, I took it from my mom.”

Lakey’s hand went to her thigh, where her knife sat tight against her, protected in its sheath. Then she pulled it away. “Actually, speaking of your mother. Where is Carmen-dearest?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down before he swallowed loudly. “Uh, I’m not sure. She’s somewhere with Will. We haven’t spoken in years.”

“And why’s that? I remember you being a momma’s boy.” She continued probing.

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