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Never in a million years would I have thought I’d ever experience something as raw and intimate, as meaningful as I did with those two girls, and it scared the living hell out of me.
I defiled my eighteen-year-old stepdaughter and her sinfully tempting best friend and enjoyed every minute.What kind of man did that make me?
The bad fucking kind. A monster, a predator, and worse a devil for tossing them away once I got what I wanted. After I had enough to satiate the beast inside.
Only I didn’t have enough, not nearly enough to stay away like I’d sworn to.
Like I should have.
After throwing them out like garbage, here I am watching their every move for the last three months, hiding in the shadows and never once making my presence known.
Until tonight where one slip up could have cost me my cover.
All it took was a week for me to realize the horrible mistake I’d made but I knew after the way I treated them, they’d never forgive me.
Yet here I am, tracking their every move like some perverted stalker, obsessed with seeing them even if only from a distance. Though tonight, I know this is where I belong.
I followed them over to The Rabbit Hole for their shift tonight, just like I have every night since they were first hired at the shit hole bar. Sure it’s a place I’d probably come to under any other circumstance to drink away the memory of losing them, but it’s no place for two incredibly sexy and tempting little angels to be working.
The filthy perverts that wander around at night looking for an easy piece of ass are exactly the type of men that go to places like The Rabbit Hole. Men like me and the three assholes’ I nearly beat to death less than twenty minutes ago.
I saw fucking red when I realized the bastards were following them home from the bar. After witnessing one of them getting a little handsy with Chloe, I kept my eye on him and followed him out to the supply room they keep at the end of the hall. After seeing Avery take off running after them I knew he was up to something. However, when I got there, the three of them were nowhere to be found.
After searching the bar for the girls I realized they were no longer here. I even heard the owner calling out for them and cursing them for disappearing on such a hectic night.
That was when I heard asshole number one snicker that he knew exactly where they’d gone. Two minutes later I followed them out and into the alley where I saw Chloe and Avery getting into Chloe’s car and driving off. The fuckers jumped into their SUV and followed them, but no sooner did I hop on my bike and trail them the entire way to the girls condo about a five-minute drive from the bar.
Though it wasn’t until I saw the men corner them in and step out of the car that something in me snapped. I’d always known I had a temper. I was a hotheaded teenager who was always up to no good and as an adult it was the number one reason I lived like a recluse up in the mountains away from civilization.
But something about the way I felt seeing my girls in danger was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It was a frenzy of fury and incomparable rage that was blinding me. My ears rung loud, my vision blurred, and the adrenaline surging inside of me made me feel like some sort of vigilante superhero raining hell on the villain threatening to take down humanity.
The only difference. I was no hero. I was the anti-hero but at this moment it didn’t matter. There was no fucking way I was letting them touch what belonged to me.
I was so consumed with rage I hadn’t realized they’d run off until all three men were unconscious on the concrete floor. I wanted to run after them, to comfort them and make sure they were okay, but I also knew that would only make things harder.
They weren’t ready to forgive me yet.
* * *
The next morningI woke up and took another quick shower to rinse away the nasty feeling of sleeping on the bed bug infested mattress. I either needed to make my move quick or get myself a new place to stay. This just wasn’t working out anymore.
After a quick cup of shit tasting coffee, I drove out toward the UF Campus with twenty minutes to spare before the girls’ first class. That I’d memorized their school schedule might have warranted a trip to the psych ward for most but for me it was the only way I could have any peace of mind. Two beautiful young girls alone on a college campus, living alone off campus, and working at a shitty college bar downtown was a recipe for disaster. I had to make sure they were safe even if it was from afar.
At least until I found the courage to apologize for what I’d done.
It wasn’t until a week after nearly drinking myself to an early grave that I realized I’d been a fucking coward.
How could I have been so fucking stupid and allowed them walk out of my life? How could I have kicked them out the way I did, belittling the meaning of everything that transpired between us that week?
After nearly thirty-seven years on this pitiful earth I’d finally found something worth fighting for and I let my pride and sense of screwed up morality fuck up my chance at being happy. I’d hurt the only two people I’ve ever given a shit about and I had to do whatever it took to repair what I’d broken. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.
After waiting for them through the three-hour lecture they have Monday mornings, I follow them out to the student quad buzzing with students rushing about. Literallyrushing. Fucking Greek Life. Having gone to college in California, I know exactly how pathetic and chaotic being part of the Greek community can be.
I gave it a shot myself, joining Sigma Nu my junior year. To say it was a shit show is an understatement. Sigma Nu was known for their extracurriculars and wild ragers at their frat house on the row. A decade after I graduated I received notice from the alumni committee that the chapter was currently suspended because of an ongoing investigation. Without further reading I knew exactly what they were referring to. Drugs, alcohol, and nonconsensual sex was what Sigma Nu prided themselves on, at least in secret. To the public, they were philanthropists and future politicians and businessmen.
I watch Avery and Chloe walk over to the tables and tents set up in a long row down the path of the courtyards. The grass is a bright green, the sky a soft, cloudless blue, and the sun shining above warms the Spring breeze. Florida is nothing like Colorado. Hell not even close to the nice weather in California. It’s fucking hot and humid even though it’s barely April.
The girls stop when they approach the Tri Delta table and my heart nearly stops. No fucking way I’m allowing them to rush Delta. If there is anything I learned from my time in Greek Life, it's that there is only one word to describe the girls from Tri Delta - trouble.
