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“Thefact you don't know means she wasn't the first fifteen-year-old girl you slept with.”Iintentionally left out my wife’s name.
Tomy surprise, recognition flared in his eyes.Hesurmised, “PoppyAmbani.”
Soonto beMaxwell.Icould apply for a name change after the circuit court received the marriage license.
Ipaused.IfDankworthimmediately knewIwas talking aboutPoppy, there couldn’t have been anyone else.Perhapsit was the only time he slept with a minor.
Ifonly that were enough to make this a pleasant visit for him.Istill couldn’t leave his offense unpunished, but at leastIdidn’t have to kill him in concern of him repeating the behavior.
“Youknew she was fifteen,”Ichecked for clarity.
Forsome reason, he didn’t try to lie. “Um.Yes.B-ButIasked her if she wanted to”
Thekick to his stomach cut off the half-ass excuses. “Afifteen-year-old cannot give consent, you dumb fuck.Doyou know what would happen ifIwent to the police with this?Ihave evidence of what you did.Somepictures had just recently resurfaced of you two together.”
Hestarted shaking his head vehemently. "No, please, no.Ican give you money.Ihave money.I’mstarting a new job.Itpays well”
Ikicked him again, this time on the chest.Theway he howled,Imust've broken one ofDankworth'sribs.Thistime,Idid it to shut him up.DidIlook like someone starving for money?
"Youseduced a fifteen-year-old girl when she was vulnerable."
“Please, please, stop.Ican give you anything.”Hewhimpered.
Thefunny thing was thatElijahhad bypassed trying to rationalize his behavior.Heknew what he did was wrong.Theguilt was written on his face.
However, it didn’t seem like he was a pedophile.
Myteam did some research.Dankworthhad no taboo pornography, nor did he walk around at playgrounds.Mywife simply had a way of turning heads.
Whilehe might’ve had concerns regardingPoppy’sage, he overlooked his conscience for a chance with the unattainable girl.EvenifPoppyconsented, she wasn’t old enough for it.Ideally,Dankworthwould’ve never gone near my favorite thing in the world, let alone put his grubby little hands on her.However, ifIhad to deal with someone else coming before me,Iwould’ve appreciated it if they handled my things with more care.
Thecarelessness he exercised withPoppywas a sinIcouldn’t forgive.Iwouldn’t kill him, butIwanted him to think he was about to meet his maker.Iwanted him to shake death's hand and be ready for acceptance so he could genuinely regret his actions.Onlythen wouldIlet him go.
Ikicked him in the stomach.Leaningover,Istruck him across the jaw, blood spraying out of his mouth.Hishead jerked to the side, and he wept when one of his teeth was knocked out.
Itook pleasure in seeing him writhe in agony.Isavored every moment of his torment, especially his fear.Hethought he got away with it and there'd be no consequences because no one cared enough.Someonelooking out for the lonely girl was the last thing he expected.Thelast time they saw each other,Poppywas sixteen.Ithad been two years, and as far as he was concerned, the entire experience was in the rear-view mirror.
PerhapsPoppydidn't think much about losing her virginity.Butshe was only fifteen and an emotional wreck.Hewas twenty-one.Whatshe might've considered okay,Ididn't.Itwasn't okay.
Kneelingonto the floor,Igrabbed the front of hisT-shirt to raise him and land punch after punch on his face.Helet out a bloodcurdling scream.Suckingin air through gritted teeth, he pleaded, "Whyare you doing this to me?"
WhywasIdoing this?It’dbe hypocritical to sayIdidn't fantasize aboutPoppywhen she was fifteen, but actions differed from imagination.Iwaited for her, but this fucker foundPoppyon her lowest night and took her virginity.Perhapssome of my anger also lay with the fact that he took what was supposed to be mine.
Iwanted him to be beyond unrecognizable.Iwas pretty sureIbroke his nose and his jaw, too.Bloodcovered his mouth, and one of his eyes was sealed shut.Itwasn’t enough.Ishould kill him and remove him from existence.Theworld would be better for it, butIknewPoppywouldn’t like it ifIkilled every person to come before me.
Therewere four before me, and they all paid the price for touchingPoppy.Myanger was somewhat dissuaded the longer they waited for her to be of a reasonable age.Dankworthwas the only one to escape my wrath becauseIcouldn't find him.Thisfucker deserved the worst of it.
Apunch to his face had his head lolling to one side in the process of passing out.Istood over him, disgust and hatred dripping in spades.
Inbetween his sputters, he managed to spit out something resembling, "Whois she to you?"
“Mywife.”Iwasn’t worried aboutElijahfiguring out my identity or going to the police.Ifhe did, he’d have to divulge sleeping with a fifteen-year-old and be taken away for longer.
Iwrapped a hand around his throat, cutting off his oxygen.Hegagged, gripping my hands with both of his to stop me.Beforethe light could go out of his eyes,Ilet go, and he gurgled out a mouthful of blood.
Itshould've been satisfying, but it only made me angry at myself.HadIfound a way to be with her atCornell,Icould've prevented fuckers like him coming near my girl.
ChapterThirty-Two
