Page 4 of From the Darkness

My mom and dad decided that they wanted me to have a companion. I told them I work so much that it’s hard to keep a dog, but they insisted. No matter how long I fought them on it, they just kept saying we have a feeling.

It wasn’t until my older sister, Rosey, told me she would watch him that I conceded to my parents. I am lucky to have Rosey and the kids living next door to me.

I can remember the first time that Rosey told me her ex-douchebag of a husband was smacking her around. I lost it and stormed across the yard to her house.

She wasn’t home. She had taken the kids to the grocery store. Yeah, he was home, but he never watched his kids. He says they are nothing but brats. Those kids are anything but that. They are the politest kids you will ever meet. Okay, maybe I am a bit partial as they are my god kids, but I am allowed to be.

I walked in to find his pants around his ankles and three eighteen-year-olds sucking on his wrinkly balls. I may have gagged at the sight. I can remember yelling, though, “That’s fucking gross! Do you know where his balls have been?”

He moaned and stated, “Yes, in their fucking mouths. Give me a few, and I’ll pound away in your tight cunt.”

I laughed at him and took out my phone, scrolled to the video recording application and hit record.

“Hey, Principal Martaz, is this how you have the highest-ranking test scores in the school district. You allow your students to study with their mouths,” I yell into the living room and watch as my sister’s ex-husband comes yelling, “You all get A’s.”

I walked back over to my place, preparing to send my sister the video evidence of her sleaze ball husband, but laughed when he stormed over to my house and demanded that I not send that to the principal or show it to my sister. I laughed when he raised his hand to me, and I kicked his ass on my front porch.

My sister drove up just as I was standing over him, telling him that ‘it was guys like him who need a woman to stand up and kick their ass.’

Rosey had jumped out of the car and run over to my house. I didn’t say anything to her, but pressed play and handed her my phone.

That was the last day we heard from him. Supposedly, one of the eighteen-year-olds had told her dad, who happened to be in a motorcycle club, that he told her it was the only way she would pass. He would make sure that any university that wanted her would get a letter that stated she cheated through her entire school time.

Last we heard, he was castrated and had his tongue cut out and was living in a Nudist colony. He couldn’t work anymore, and he was forced to walk around humiliated for the rest of his life.

Okay, so that may have been gossip, but it was the funniest gossip I had ever heard. I was pretty sure that they made him disappear permanently but still living, just on the other side of the planet.

My sister got full custody of the kids. That was the stipulation and the only one that the MC made sure would come through. They didn’t want his kids to suffer at his hands.

BANG...BANG

I am brought out of my thoughts by a loud bang on my front door.

“Holy crap! What are they trying to do?” I grumble to myself and stomp down the stairs.

I unlock the door and throw it open, yelling, “Heerrrrreee’s Amelia!”

The stunned expression on the face of the man at the door has me giggling.

“I’m … um…looking for Amelia Mackenzie?” the guy asks.

“Wait, let me go get him. He just told me that he was expecting a parcel,” I told the guy, and he stands there with his mouth hanging open.

“Dude, I just said I was Amelia. What do you have?” I groan and wait for him to take his eyes off my girls. I totally named my boobs the girls.

“I have a delivery that is really big. Just making sure you are home is all. I wouldn’t want you to have to carry anything too heavy,” he states.

I groan as he walks away, grabbing the t-shirt that I threw on the edge of the couch and slip it over myself.

I watch as he struggles to bring the large box up the steps. I step out of the way as he comes into my house and puts it in the middle of the living room.

As his eyes come back up to mine, he asks, “Is your man in the fire department? I’d love to know how hard it is to get in.”

“Listen here, arsehole. I am in the fire department. I busted my ass off to make a name for MYSELF,” I pound my fist against my chest “and to prove to the department and the people of this town, I can take care of me as well as dead drag your ass across a carpeted floor,” I growl.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Mackenzie. I didn’t mean to assume,” he says and takes off out of the house.

“That’s fine,” I say to myself and look at the box.

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