Page 22 of Belle

I rub my hands along her neck, slowly applying pressure again, watching her grind against me in ecstasy.

Her hands travel up her body, stopping to play with her nipples, and I’m jealous. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I breathe out, squeezing a little tighter around her neck.

“Fuck me,” she pants. The windows in the car are fogging up.

She lifts up from my lap, so I can unzip my pants, and then sinks back onto me. “Fuck, Belle.”

My hands tighten around her neck, and I watch her gasp for air. She leans down and pulls my lip between her teeth. “Harder,” she whispers into my mouth.

I tighten the pressure around her neck and watch her eyes roll back in her head. Her body starts to grow limp, but I’m about to climax.

“Fuck. I’m going to come.” She doesn’t respond.

I pull my hands from her throat and dig them into her ass. Her eyes pop open and her breathing is heavy.

We come down from our high together. I notice some bruises forming around her neck. She climbs off my lap, rubbing her neck with her fingers.

“Fuck, that was hot.” She looks over at me a grin.

This girl is a fucking psychopath, but it turned me on, so maybe I’m a psychopath too.

“So, did you murder my sister?” She glances in my direction, and I just stare.

Is this a trick question?

“I don’t know how to answer that,” I say honestly.

“It’s pretty simple. Did you kill her? I know someone did. They told me it was an overdose, but I never believed them. She was found in the same creek that we dumped that body. Well, I guess that body was your dad.” She flicks her eyes in my direction.

“Yeah. He was a shit dad, but he was still my dad.”

“To be fair, I was only ten years old. I was doing what I was told. I don’t even remember your dad.” She looks out the window.

“I think I realize that now.”

“Do you still want to kill me?” She turns back in my direction.

“I’m not sure.”

She shrugs. “Fair enough.”

We sit in silence for a few minutes before she breaks it. “So, did you kill my sister?” she asks again.

I sigh, propping my elbow up on the open window. I’m not sure if I should tell her. I don’t know if I can trust her. My silence might be telling her everything already.

She sighs. “Mindy was a bitch. She was worthless. She was a carbon copy of my mom. She has kids out there somewhere that I’ve never met. I think about them all the time, hoping they’re doing okay.” She stops talking to grab another cigarette from my glove box.

I watch her light it and take a drag. “I’ll tell you about that night with your dad. I’ll tell you everything I remember. I owe that to you. I just want you to keep in mind that I was only ten. Things aren’t that clear.”

I don’t say anything. I just keep watching her. I couldn’t take my eyes off her if I tired.

“I just remember I locked myself in my room because Mama had a man over. Mindy liked to stay out in the living room with them, because sometimes they gave her drinks, or sometimes, she even took a turn with whoever it was. She was only twelve, but she already knew far more about sex than I ever did.”

I turn my head and look out the window. My dad wasn’t a good person. I like to pretend he was, because my mom was so good, but he really wasn’t. He disappeared so often. He would be gone for weeks at a time, and we had no idea where he was or what he was doing.

“I just know there was a lot of arguing that night.” Belle’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I turn my attention back to her. “They were screaming at each other. Something about someone stealing Destiny’s money. Your dad was claiming he didn’t know what she was talking about, and my mom was calling him a liar. It was the same old song and dance, because Destiny’s always had a problem with blaming people for everything.” She flicks her ash out of the car window and continues to stare ahead.

“I remember hearing Mindy scream, and that scared me. I grabbed my dolls and hid in my closet. I thought he was hurting them. The next thing I knew, Mindy was pulling me from the closet. I remember being so scared and crying. She called me a baby and told me to pull myself together. When we went out to the living room, your dad was on the floor and Destiny was sitting on the couch putting a needle in her arm. She didn’t have a care in the world. She’s such a fucking horrible person. She let her two young daughters drag a dead body to a creek while she sat on the couch, oblivious to the world.”

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