Page 13 of Vicious Punks
Deranged. Twisted.
“Sometimes I forget for a while that you're alive, but then I see your face and wish you were never born.” Dad delivers that blow, making me stumble back in shock at the cruelty.
I always knew that he didn’t like me as a daughter. I’m a disappointment, all because I wasn’t born a male, but I never knew how deep that hate ran until now.
Lorrie laughs from her position on Dad’s lap, kissing up his neck as she stares at me with a nasty smirk, like she knows a secret I don’t.
“Wha-what have I ever done to make you hate me so much?” I croak out, staring up at my dad, looking for an ounce of love that I desperately crave.
I’m always starving, feeling like a shallow body just waiting for someone to love me until I’m completely full.
“Absolutely nothing. I despise you, what you stand for.” He laughs loudly, the sound echoing back as the Demon Jokers members join him in his sickening display of hatred.
I always pretended what went on around me was never really there, the drugs, the fucking… it never existed in my mind because I had an escape with Uncle Rig and Cruz. The only people who make me feel like a somebody. Someone important to them.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, feeling my eyes fill up with tears, and the need to run makes my body tremble.
“Pathetic,” Dad says with a mocking smile as he stares at me. “Rig isn’t coming back, he didn’t even want to be around you. You’re nothing, Tillie, and never will be,” he taunts, like a slap to the face and I search his eyes for the lie, but I find nothing.
“You're wrong!” I cry out and don’t see the fist coming towards my cheek until it is too late.
Sprawled out on the worn wood floor, I brace myself on my hands with my legs curled under me as I choke on my sobs, my mouth pooling with blood. I can’t breathe, can’t gasp or draw in a breath as I watch my blood soak into the wood under my palms. A hand grasps my hair, pulling hard at the strands to make me look up at him, my neck strains at an awkward angle.
“Do you know why I was named Payne?” He crouches over my huddled position, waiting for my answer, but I don’t have one. “Because I’m known for causing pain, everyone earns my fist as I bring them close to heaven. This is all you’ll ever feel until you draw in your last breath, but even that I’ll own. Your lessons start now, Tillie. Take her to the basement.” He shoves me away, nods his head to Nix who reaches for me and starts dragging me across the room towards the basement stairs.
“You’ll know your place.”
Those are Dad’s last words to me before Payne enters my life, destroying everything beautiful I once held close to my heart.
It was only pain.
Dalton
“Don’t be like this, Dalton. I can make it feel good, I promise.” Mrs. Sullivan runs her fingernail down my chest, trying to play the game of seduction, but I’ve already seen someone who matches my tastes and darker needs.
“Really, Mrs. Sullivan, I’m more into hot, tight pussy, not the loose ones.” I shrug my shoulders, glancing at the door impatiently.
Her gasp of outrage has me looking back at her, taking in her tight clothes that are inappropriate for school. The way she styled her red hair in curled disarray, right down to her bright cherry red lipstick, it all screamed attention to me. When she first came onto me, I thought fuck it. An older chick wants to ride my cock because she’s desperate to feel heaven. I’m not one to brag or anything, but my dick is legendary around these parts. Big enough to make you question your sanity, but by the end of the night you'll be screaming my name. I mean, I’m not going to pass up free pussy that throws itself at me. Anything to get my dick wet… Now I have my sights on one pussy that’s not going to give it up easily.
I keep picturing her staring into my eyes, her chocolate gaze not breaking eye contact as she took control and focused my teacher on my cock. The thought alone makes me groan out loud, and makes the cougar in front of me reach for my zipper in excitement. Maybe if I let her jerk me off, my thoughts won’t stray to the little bitch. The way her lips stretched wide around my girth, her tongue flickering over me, that almost brought me to my knees. She can put on the act all she wants, but that girl can’t help but love a focused hand. I may have brought her to her knees easily with a little blackmail, but I almost didn’t go through with it until I saw her furious gaze directed at me. I felt the way she wanted me, but hated it at the same time. Her breathing was heavy, pulse pounding on her neck, and eyes wide, but not in fear.
Rapture.
Eagerness.
Sometimes when I feel like I’m missing something, just beyond my reach, I find another way to fill that void. Usually my method is with my pants around my ankles and my cock deep in any pussy it can find.
“Let me take care of you and then you can take care of me.” Mrs. Sullivan's whiney voice draws me out of my musing, her actions greedy as she reaches for my belt buckle.
She gasps in shock as I slap her hand away, and walk around her without bothering to answer her. The final bell rings as I open the classroom door and I know I’ll have to catch Tillie after her class is done, which just sucks ass. She’s going to pay for her little game this morning, getting me hard to the point it hurts and then running away from me. I’m still hard, maybe I should rub one out again before heading to class. It’s a lost cause though, I’ll be hard again in seconds just thinking about her.
“Dalton!” Mrs. Sullivan shrieks, but clears her throat as she realizes how loud she’s being and tries to change her tune, talking to me like I’m being unreasonable. “You can’t walk away from me, I’m the authority figure around here. If it’s that girl from yesterday, she can’t do anything for you! I’ll make sure she gets transferred out of here before you can-” She was smirking, but it quickly slipped away as I shove her beside the door with my hand wrapped around her throat, grasping enough to drive my point home.
“Know your place, woman. I don’t take kindly to anyone going after what's mine. We aren’t anything. A quick fuck to get your jollies off and make yourself feel young again. Am I wrong?” Her eyes are wide as she claws at my hand, her face a bright red tone that matches her lipstick. “Don’t mess with me. You won’t like the outcome.” I stare hard into her eyes, making sure she understands that I won’t hesitate to make sure her body is never found before I release her.
She falls to the ground, drawing in deep ragged breaths, loud enough that I almost missed the sound of the ding on my phone going off. Stepping over her legs and walking out the door without looking back, I pull my cell phone out and see a video in my messenger
Pressing play, my steps slow as it becomes clear what I’m watching. Shit. I’m hoping that Nicky’s phone has magically stopped working and he doesn’t find out about this. He really liked that dress on her, the stoic faced bastard can’t hide shit from me. He can keep his features all emotionless, but I like watching people. I may be a kinky fucker but it has its advantages at times when it doesn’t involve my cock. Nicky couldn’t keep his eyes off her this morning, watching her stand there in the dress he picked out just for her. He can deny it all he wants, but she’s caught his attention.
