Page 21 of Unhinged Cain

Jess’s eyes found Jackie’s, and she shook her head back and forth, but the words that tumbled from her mouth were vastly different. “I love you, sis, but I don’t want to die. I’ll do it.”

“What?” Jackie squealed, her eyes wide as her fighting reached new heights. Abel grinned and unfastened Jess’s straps.

“This is a twist I didn’t see coming,” Abel exclaimed as he handed over the power tool. “Just for that, I’m going to fuck you again.”

I noticed how he conveniently left out the part about whether she’d be alive to enjoy it this time, but you never really knew with my brother. Like the girl was walking the plank on a ship, Jess slowly marched up behind her sister, with Abel following close behind.

“No, no, no, don’t do this, Jess!”

Jackie thrashed in the leather bindings, and I sat a little closer to the end of my seat. Jackie’s face had warped into an interesting combination of disbelief and terror.

Tears streamed down Jess’s cheeks, her face now a mask of determination as her hand inched closer to Jackie’s backside despite how badly it was shaking.

“Do it. It’s the only way,” Abel encouraged, his eyes fixated on the spot where the drill was pointed as Jackie continued begging her sister not to do this.

The sound of the drill was loud enough to drone out the music but not loud enough to dull the screams that filled the room. Blood and once tender flesh were flung around the room. Some of the blood hit me in the face, and I picked up the napkin that my drink had been sitting on and wiped it off. The bright red streak was a sharp contrast to the white napkin.

My cock stood again as the screams reached a whole new pitch, and blood pooled on the floor.

Jackie’s eyes locked with mine as she screamed, “help me.”

I cupped my ear and pretended that I couldn’t hear her. She screamed louder, making my lips curl up in a maniacal smile. Tonight had turned out to be quite enjoyable, after all. I sat back in the chair and reveled in the rest of the show with my cock in one hand and drink in the other.

KIRBY

I glanced around at the people passing by that were giving Peter and me a wide birth. It started because he wanted me to come over tonight, and of course, I had to tell him that I couldn’t because I had to work.

“I can’t believe you took a job at a café,” Peter said.

The look of disgust on his face made it obvious what he thought about my decision. I ground my teeth together and kept my face calm, but I couldn’t keep the anger out of my voice. “What does it matter to you if I got a job?”

Peter stepped in close, his body language threatening. Instinctively, I took a step back even though he’d never hit me. There was an edge to him that I didn’t trust when he got like this.“I don’t want a girlfriend that is working at some café even if they do have great coffee. It’s a bad image for my family and me, and you should’ve thought of that before you ran out and made that decision,” he said, lowering his voice, but the heat in his tone was still very evident.

My mouth fell open, and I had the sudden urge to claw his eyes out of his head.

“Are you kidding me?” I couldn’t even form the sentence I wanted to say.

I hated that about myself. Whenever I wanted to tell someone off, the words simply didn’t form until hours later, and then it was too late. I envied those that could come up with amazing comebacks on the fly.

“No, I’m not kidding.” Peter glared down at me.

“What’s going on here?” I internally groaned as Mother came walking down the hallway, her low flats making a dull thud with each step.

I didn’t want to deal with her and Peter right now, but my luck had always been terrible, so why would this situation be any different?

Peter straightened, his demeanor instantly morphing into a more relaxed version of the man he’d just been. “Mrs. Lawson, I was just telling Kirby how disrespectful I thought it was that she got a job at Mode down the street.”

My mother looked up at Peter and then at me. I’d always loved her dark blue eyes. They were always so commanding, but my eyes were different and attracted attention. I’d been called Devil’s Spawn, Witch Girl, and much worse from the time I started school for the color of my eyes. Granted, they were unusual, but people unconsciously stared longer than they should, and the entire time all I could hear were the childish chants of my youth.

“You went and got a job. Why? I thought we talked about this, and you wouldn’t get a job while you were here?” My mother held her brown leather briefcase in front of her.

“I wanted to have some spending money, and you were right the other day. I have to ask you or Dad for money all the time for the simplest of things, and I don’t like that. Mode is close by, they are willing to work around my classes, and it gives me my own money to spend on things like clothes. Before you ask, I’m not quitting Quantico. I intend on finishing my classes,” I said, hoping my reasoning would resonate with my mother.

“As long as it doesn’t interfere with your grades. If they begin to slip, you’ll have to quit, but otherwise, I think it’s a very reasonable decision,” my mother said, and my mouth fell open. She never agreed with me about anything, and I had the sudden urge to run out and buy a lottery ticket.

“But, Mrs. Lawson, it’s a café….” Peter was aghast.

“It is, but she is not slinging garbage, and if this helps Kirby focus on school enough to finish her classes and teaches her responsibility, then it is better for everyone. You wouldn’t want her begging for money all of your life together, would you?”