Page 2 of Wicked Little Nightmare

“Yeah? Where’d you go? You didn’t come home.”

She giggled, “I was just around. Doin’ stuff. Evan wanted to hook up, but you know…” she held up her thumb and index finger before whispering tiny dick.

I rolled my eyes. She knew she wasn’t allowed to fuck anyone but me. I wasn’t so free with her body like she was with mine and if I had it my way, I wouldn’t be either. She was trying to get under my skin, but I knew exactly where she was last night. I’d traced the tracker I’d put in her neck when I got out of juvie, and it put her where she always was when she didn’t come home. Outside the home of this little girl that she had a fascination with watching. At first, I’d found it weird that she’d just sleep in the tree across the street and watch her through her window. But she told me she found it oddly comforting. That she had some kind of weird voodoo connection with her.

A therapist might say it had something to do with the trauma Lakes had experienced in her own childhood. But I wasn’t a fucking therapist, and this wasn’t a paid counseling session, so we didn’t go there.

Half of me wondered if she didn’t do it so that I could set her up for her kill therapy because it just didn’t make sense. Lakey didn’t care about anyone or anything– except for me. And the feeling was mutual.

“So, whatcha ordering today?” She asked, her leg bouncing under the table as her brilliant blue eyes bore into mine.

“Same as always, Pinky, eggs benny.”

She smacked my arm, “How many fucking times do I have to tell you that I’M BRAIN and YOU are Pinky.” She put her arm up to grab the waitress’s attention, “Fucking moron.”

“Same as always, Trixie,” I said, winking at the waitress who giggled and took our order, sliding two coffees on the table before she left.

Lakey grabbed my hand. “Cam, I need you to help me with something.”

“You know I can’t say no to you, Lakes. You know that. What do you need?”

“I’ll explain later. It’s just something I’ve been thinking about lately.” She twirled a knife around, the edges catching the light before she slammed it down. “Anyway, after breakfast, whatcha wanna do?”

"Lakey... are we going to talk about what you did?" I sighed when she rolled her eyes at me, "Dani didn't text me back this morning."

“Who the fuck is Dani?” A devilish grin spread over her face. One might assume it was innocent, the way her big eyes widened, and her cheeks tinged with pink, her hand flying to her mouth almost as if in shock. But I knew better. It was a dance we'd done for years.

“You know exactly who she is, babe.”

"Oh right… vague memory. I’m sorry for your loss, Cameron. Did your giant dong scare her away?" She giggled and moved into the booth across from me, grabbing the cup of coffee with a grateful sigh. "Mmmmm, I needed this."

"Late night?"

Her eyebrow quirked. "Whatever are you implying?"

"You've got blood on your sleeve, Lakes." Pointing to her t-shirt, I smirked. The GPS had already told me what she’d been up to before crashing in that damn tree. Pushing a certain someone’s body off a cliff.

"Well, fuck."

Before we could discuss it any further, Trixie returned with our food. She looked back and forth between us, her brow furrowed as she noticed the energy shifting.

"You two lovebirds having a spat?"

Lakey looked forlorn, full of despair even. It took everything in me not to burst out laughing. "Our first fight. It was as bad as you'd think."

"Aw, don't let it ruin the day. This one's on me."

"Thanks, Trixie."

After she left, Lakes leaned in. "So what? You know the deal, Cam.”

I did know the deal. We’d made it when I got back from juvie at 18 years old. Lakes and I were the Yin and Yang, although, with both of us having some form of diagnoses that run along the lines of ‘psychopath’ and ‘sociopath’, who knows which is which. All we knew is that we were meant to be together. We had been since we were kids in foster care.

The full details of the deal had become kind of murky over time, but for the last nine years we’d done this song and dance.

Given that we both got off on violence, Lakey was allowed to do whatever she wanted to the girls who were stupid enough tolet me fuck them. Sometimes she video-taped it to show me later while she gave me head. Fucking hottest thing in the world, I swear to God. This whole thing seems insane to an outsider, but it’s a fair deal. The fucking part of the deal was only one way, but she got off on the violence and I got to empty my nuts, risk-free. It had been a win-win for years until something inside me started to feel repulsed by it.

You’d think this was cheating of some kind, but she needed an outlet for her pain, I needed one for mine, and neither of us wanted to hurt each other.

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