Page 57 of Hunter
“I don’t think –” His giant-ass hands massage my covered legs, and it’s like he’s kneading away my excuses as they all die on my tongue.
“And when you do, I’ll put you back together. Every. Single. Time.”¡¡¡NO MAMES, WEY!!! Who says that?!
“Is that a promise?”¡Ay, wey! ¿Por qué lo dije en voz alta? Why did I just say that out loud?
“It’s bigger than that, Ed, it’s more like my own personal mission statement.” He sounds so sincere, and it hits me right in the heart. “And it only applies to you.”
“You always know what to say, and it always sounds so smooth,es muy suave.”
“I’ve never said any of these things to another person before, because I’ve never felt like this. It’s that simple.”
“It’s not simple at all. I have no idea what I’m supposed to say when you make these big declarations. You make me stupid.”
“Not possible, smartypants.”
“You really do.”
“Maybe that study break would help,”
“Pff, you wish.”
“I do.”
He’s got a playful look on his face, and I can tell he’s waiting for me to keep it going, but I’m frozen in place. I feel eyes on me, and they're strong and familiar, and I already fucking know it’s her. I take a breath and slowly turn my head around. And then I see Payton.
TRENTA Y DOS
Her eyes were angry,and she was staring me down. I know that look on her face, I’d seen it all day, every day for nearly four years. Every time I beat her in anything, every time I got the answer right, and every time she saw me being escorted by Gabe,to or from Kings, she looked like she wanted to peel off all of my skin, snap all of my bones, and then stuff my organs through a meat grinder. This bitch fucking hated me.Y yo la odiaba también. And I hated her back.
She acted like I was in her way when all I was trying to do was get the fuck out. She turned everything I did into a competition and was determined to be better than I was at everything.Bitch, who cares if I can say the alphabet backwards and you can’t?
But it wasn’t just because of Gabe, it was also because of her Daddy dearest. Kings Prep's beloved Headmaster loved to blow shit up his nose, and every fucking day I had to drop off his fucking drugs.
The OG’s kept him supplied in exchange for me selling in school. He thought that was a win-win. He had no problem turning a blind eye, snorting in his office, and unzipping his pants when he fucking summoned for me over the loudspeaker. I never hated hearing my name more than when Valentine Garcia was called to the principal’s office.
He was like every other horrible fucking man and added me to his daily ‘order.’ He’d lock me in his office, push me over his desk, pull up my skirt, rip off my underwear, and blow shit off my ass. He used to lick the residue off my skin, bite my butt, and stick his finger in my asshole.Pinche imbécil marrano asqueroso. Fucking disgusting pig.
He was fucking gross. He’d jerk his pencil dick off while he shoved his sausage fingers into me. Then he’d tell me over and over again how much he liked the way his Kings ring looked being shoved in and out of my body.
I’d be sitting in class, and everyone would say shit and stare as soon as my name was called. He’d force me to miss all of my APs so that he could go after me. Then a few days later, he’d say that I needed to be punished for being ‘truant,’ and fucking rape me again.
I had no choice but to turn off my brain. Him and the OG’s couldn’t get to me there. I’d float above my body, and I’d take myself far, far away. I’ve always liked the forest and the trees. I’d go there in my head and hide for a while.
He’d send me back to class, and I’d have to act like nothing fucking happened. I’d be sitting there feeling fucking humiliated and ashamed. Here I was, being trapped and fucking assaulted by her abusive fucking father, and this dumbass bitch would be burning holes in my head from the other side of the room.
She would be staring at me, feeling sorry for herself that he said my name instead of hers over the fucking loudspeaker. She had no fucking idea that her piece of fucking shit dad was raping me.If only she knew.
Her rage would reach new heights when it came to Gabe. If she could’ve drained the DNA in my blood that made him and me cousins, she would have. If we were just X, he wouldn’t have given a fuck as much as he did.
She literally hated me just for that alone. To her, it meant he had an obligation to me that he had to fulfill over her. It’s why this bitch would cry every fucking day at 3:30 PM. It was like fucking clockwork and to the point that Gabe had to carry tissues.
Puta madre.Imagine? A fucking gangbanger with those expensive-ass tissues with the lotion in them in his pocket next to his blade and inches away from a gun tucked in his waistband, at the ready for him to wipe away her tears without irritating her perfect skin.
Every day when I’d meet him after school for the trip back to the X, she’d have a full-on psychotic break when we had to go. She’d have a meltdown every day in his arms, and he’d glare at me the whole way back, blaming me for ‘triggering’ her abandonment issues.Pff, as if, wey.
I’d stay in the library for an extra hour to give them their alone time, and because of her daily crash-out, we’d have to hustle back.Gabe had to return me by 5 PM, Monday through Friday. And when we were late, we’d both have to pay for it.
My cousin was smart as hell, but his dumbass couldn’t figure out that his girl was fucking nuts. Princess Payton was a certifiable psych patient. Girl needed a straitjacket, a therapist, and a prescription. Honestly, it would’ve been good for her ass to take her mental health seriously.
