I drag her up from the ground and grab the rope out of her bag that she intended for Zoriah. “Huxley. Wait. Please don’t do this,” she begs. “Please stop and talk to me.”
“Shut up,” I deadpan as I tie her wrists behind her back and throw the rope over a branch. I pull it so that her arms are forced up and she is bent over slightly before securing it to the tree.
“Huxley,” she cries. “Please don’t hurt me. Please. I love you.”
“Yeah,” I laugh. “I’m sure you think you do.”
“Why are you doing this?” she pleads.
“Why?” I yell at her. She flinches away, so I grab her chin and make her look at me. “You sacrificed the love of my life… your best friend… the woman who would have given up anything foryou… You helped them hurt me over and over. You knew what Richard did to me, and you never gave a fuck. Hell, you probably set it up so that I’d get cornered. You are fucking scum, Haley. All of you deserve way more than what I’m about to give you, but it’s a fucking start.”
“Please don’t do…”
I put all my anger out by balling up my fist and hitting her. I should feel bad, but I feel worse for the little boy inside of me that begged his dad to stop it. I feel worse for the teenager who would get home from a football game just to get bent over his bed and raped. I feel bad for the man who has been too scared to fight for his entire fucking life, but it stops now. The abuse ends right here with her. She is the one who sent me over the edge and made me into this monster. I keep hitting her over and over again, but I make myself stop. This isn’t how I want her to die.
I look around and spot the perfect branch. She is bleeding from her nose, and her face is starting to swell. “Wait,” she mutters as I walk closer. I grab the knife from the bag and start cutting it down to the perfect size and shape. The end is pointed, and at its widest, it’s probably around four inches thick. It’s smooth, so it will be able to slide in with some effort.
“What was the plan for Zoriah?” I ask.
“He’ll find you,” she chokes out.
“That’s fine. What was the plan?” I ask.
“H-he was going to b-breed her. I was going to r-raise the b-baby as m-mine. R-Richard was f-finally going to get to k-kill her,” she mutters, stumbling through her words as she spits blood to the ground. “Please don’t kill me, Huxley. P-please.”
“She loved you so much,” I say angrily as I step behind Haley. A tear rolls down my cheek, but I don’t stop it. I allow myself to feel everything because they never let me feel anything. “I tried to save you, but it was all a lie.”
“H-Huxley,” she cries as I pull her pants and underwear down to her ankles.
“See you in hell, little sister. I’ll be sure to send the rest of them your way soon,” I say before ramming the pointed stick into her ass. Her scream is ear-piercing and full of pain as I keep shoving. When I pull it out, blood comes with it. I laugh at the sight because it’s just lubrication now. I slam it back into her and repeat the process over and over again. I’m getting deeper and deeper with every thrust, and I know I’m causing internal damage now. After a while, her body goes limp, so I shove it as deep as I possibly can before I prop her up on it. I step back and laugh out loud at the sight. It’s absolutely unhinged. It looks like she’s sitting on a pole, which I guess she is. But it’s also nearly two feet inside of her abdomen right now. Blood is trickling down the stick, and it’s fucking beautiful. Her eyes are open, and her face is distressed.
I step a little closer, and I can hear her breathing still. She’s dying slowly, and it’s the most beautiful sight. She tries to speak, but I pat her on the head. “Shhh. You did this to yourself, Haley. I tried to save you. You deserve no mercy.”
I throw everything into the bag and toss it on my back before looking at her again. Her breath is coming in short bursts, and blood is leaking from the corner of her mouth now. With no emotion left to give, I turn and walk away. I walk away from all the abuse and pain. I will only feed into the things that bring me happiness, and Zoriah brings me joy.
Haley had the address written down in her bag, and I knew where I was going. I have been walking all night practically, but now I am standing at the gate. I’m afraid if I hit the button, she will refuse to see me. I have to know, though. I have to make sure she’s okay. God, I’ve missed her so badly. I saw her frequently before Haley disappeared with Richard and Doug. She’s been in my life for nineteen years, and I have watched her grow into a magnificent woman. Maybe it’s wrong that I am in love with a woman four years younger than I am and the little sister of my best friend, but I can’t help it.
I close my eyes and press the button, waiting for the disappointment to hit me. Instead, the gate opens. I stand there for a moment, expecting something else, but nothing happens. I take this as my chance and walk up to the house. My pace is slower now. What if she is angry at me? I was forced to have sex with her, but I didn’t want it to happen like that. I didn’t want it to be a situation in which neither of us had a say in the matter.
I get up to the house, but before I can knock, the door swings open. “Huxley,” Corbin says, shocked.
“Uh… Hey,” I say carefully, fully prepared to be knocked the fuck out.
“Fuck, man. We’ve been looking all over for you,” Corbin says as he suddenly hugs me. A sob breaks out of me so easily that it scares me into pulling away. “Knock it off and hug me, asshole.”
“I’m so sorry, Corbin,” I say as I start to cry. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want any of that. I didn’t mean to hurt her. I…”
“Woah,” he says as he pulls back. “Stop. Stop it, Hux.”
“I hurt her,” I say tearfully. I see Jim and another guy I don’t recognize, and they both look happy.
“Come inside,” he says as he takes me back and forces me in the door. “This is Ben Lawson. He is Roman’s best friend. I assume you know who Roman is?”
“Uh… Yeah. Riah’s boss,” I say. “It’s good to meet you, Ben.”
“Likewise,” he says warmly.
“So… I’m going to just throw you into the deep end here. Okay?” Corbin says.