Page 41 of Broken Doll

The more time I spend with Hope, the more it’s getting complicated and not in a bad way either. All I want to do is spend more time with her. I know she doesn’t really talk much yet, but just sitting next to her I feel so much peace around me. She makes me feel alive again. So here’s the complicated part, how do I get her to trust me enough so I can makeherfeel alive again?

Later when I walk into the location, I hear Jackson whistling. I strut over to where he has tonight's guest. "You seem happy." I glare down at the sick fuck tied to the chair.

"I am,youkill to feel more relaxed. I fuck a woman to feel more relaxed." Jackson gives me a cigarette, and I look at it for a moment. Jackson laughs. "I showered before I came here, my lips are clean." Shaking my head at him, I take the cigarette from him.

I have to admit, I don’t really trust where his mouth has been. Never seen any of the girls he has been with.

"Has he said anything?" I inhale the smoke and let it settle in my lungs, but it feels good.

"Yeah, he said fuck off.” Jackson chuckles.

Walking over to him, I sit on the chair my partner in crime has prepared for me, and Jackson stands behind him. He's never been the one to do this part of what we do. He says his stomach can't take it, he can't kill anyone, but he can get rid of the body for me.

Me on the other hand, I enjoy it and find pleasure in it, knowing that I have got rid of yet another sick bastard.

“Do you know this man?” Jackson put the picture on the table beside our guest. I watch his eyes shift a little. "What’s his name?"

"I tell you I die, I don’t tell you I die, and something about you tells me both ways will be painful.” He really doesn’t sound like he’s afraid of what’s about to happen.

"No, I promise mine will be painful." I put my cigarette out on the table and pick up the pocketknife.

Leaning closer to him, I grab his hand and slit the skin just a small amount. I smile when I hear him laughing. He knows nothing about me.

"How do we find out about the owner of the site?” I slowly sit back down and look over at the table and the bottle which I plan on using next.

He looks at the picture, then back at me. "That’s the easiest question to answer. The owner is the man you can’t find." None of this is making any sense; I look at Jackson pacing behind him. The man I’m looking for is the man behind his whole site.

“How do I find him?"

"You might as well kill me, I’m dead either way.”

I look up at Jackson. He’s shaking his head. I nod back at him. This bastard’s not going to tell us anything.

He fears the man in question just as much as he fears me. We both hold the same amount of power and the same amount of fear towards others.

I wanted to enjoy tonight, wanted it to go slow, I wanted it to last.

He’s not going to talk to me, no matter what I say, so why waste my time with him when I could be home with Hope.

I lean back in the chair feeling frustrated. No matter what is happening, it just feels like I’m never going to find the bastard that ruined my life. Standing up, I button up my jacket and grabbing the gun from the table, I shoot him between the eyes.

"We’ll find him," Jackson tells me. He can see that it’s starting to piss me off.

"Just findsomeone,” I shout at him. This isn’t his fault. He’s working hard to find him, he’s doing his part. Turning to face him I say, "Get this all together. I plan on joining our heads together to find them." Maybe it’s time that I start helping him a lot more than I have been.

"I need to—”

"Is anyone going to know it was us?"

"No."

"Is there anyone around here?"

“No.”

"Burn the place down," I tell him as I leave the room.

I hear him say something behind me, but I ignore him. "Waiting for Jackson," I tell John as he closes the door behind me. "FUCK!" I shout, letting out some pent up anger. I've never gotten so angry about this stuff before, but this is getting worse.

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