Page 56 of Sinister Legacy
Against my better judgment, I flip over onto my front, shift onto my knees and reach for the pillow. It smells strongly of laundry soap as I place it over my head and wait for my stepdad to slide my jogging bottoms down.
He doesn’t waste any time, pulling them halfway down my thighs and gripping my hips before slamming into me. It hurts like hell since he has made no effort to make me wet.
I keep quiet while he fucks me hard and dirty from behind to the soundtrack of slapping skin. The water sloshes in the tub behind the closed door, but my stepdad doesn’t stop to make sure the coast is clear. He keeps fucking me, chasing his release like a crazed madman. His fingers dig into my bony hips as he finally rams into me one last time and shudders through his release.
As he steps back and tucks his dick away like he didn’t hurt me in the best way possible just now, his cum seeps out of me. “Pull your pants up.”
I obey, keeping the pillow over my head. There’s a wet patch on my crotch. I can feel it.
“Good slut,” he says, picking his coffee back up. I listen to him drink it in silence while my mom soaks in the tub until the water grows cold.
And when she finally emerges from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, I’m asleep on the bed with the pillow still over my head.
Riveiro shakes me awake with a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Wells, you need to get home and rest.”
I groggily lift my head off the desk. I’m back at the station, surrounded by paperwork and empty cups of coffee. I count at least three. “I’m fine.”
Her dark eyes dance over my messy desk. Riveiro knows I haven’t slept for days. Not more than an hour here or there. “What’s on your mind, Wells? What’s keeping you from going home to your wife?”
With my elbows on the desk, I rub my eyes. “The heart.”
“The heart?”
“It’s still missing.”
Riveiro sighs, rubbing the back of her neck, her other hand on her hip.
“The killer is planning something with it. But what? Why wasn’t it left with the head?”
“Maybe he simply wants to keep it as a souvenir.”
The old desk chair creaks as I sit back. My shirt smells of sour sweat. It’s been days since I had a shower. “The killer is always one step ahead of us.”
Watching me carefully, Riveiro says, “Go home, have a shower, and get some rest.”
“I need to read these reports.” I fish them out of the pile of paperwork. There’s a coffee stain on one.
“We won’t get any further unless you sleep, Wells.”
“You nag me more than my own wife.”
Her lips twitch, and then she waves me off on her way out of the office. “Phone me if you find anything. I’m going home to catch a few hours of sleep.”
Reaching for a coffee cup, I put it to my mouth and frown when I realize it’s empty.
“Fucking typical.”
It’s fucking freezing tonight. Liam insisted I watch his game, so here I am, regretting my choice to wear my denim jacket. The red and black checkered scarf does little to keep the icy wind from creeping in through the fabric.
Beside me, Cassie unscrews the cap on her bottle of soda. She’s been in a strange mood lately, even more so after my mom sent me to stay with Liam for a few days. She thinks it’s healthier for me to strive for an ounce of normality than to stay locked up in a hotel room with my parents.
Though she fails to realize that by staying with Liam, I put him at risk.
I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me.
“Have they said when you can return to your house?” Cassie asks, wrapped up in a thick, warm coat that reaches her ankles. It reminds me of a sleeping bag. I’m jealous.
“Not really. In the next few days, hopefully.” I watch Liam, dressed in his navy blue, red, and white football uniform, sprint across the field with the ball. He gets tackled at the last minute.
