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John shakes his head as he tries to protest.
“I was disappointed, too. I was hoping she’d want me to do something really nasty to you, you know? Like cut off your dick and make you choke on it or some shit.”
He lets out a horrified noise.
“You know what? You’re right! Itisstill on the table.”
I’m not doing it, of course. The last thing I want to do is touch my stepdad’s dick. No, I have other plans. I’ll inflict the pain Athelia asked me to, but I’ll also humiliate him.
With my boot, I shove him onto his back and pounce on him. He grunts and wheezes under my weight as I grab his face with a gloved hand.
“Hold still,” I tell him.
John screams as I bring my knife to his forehead. He tries to turn his head away, so I slash down hischeek.
“Stay. fucking.still.”
After that, he’s much better. Tears fall from his eyes as I carve the wordRapistinto his forehead. He won’t be able to see it, but whoever finds him will.
Once I’m done, I move to his chest, carvingLiarinto his skin. Blood is everywhere, getting onto my gloves and dripping onto the forest floor.
“You disgust me,” I spit out as he whimpers in pain.
I get up, half expecting him to try to crawl away, but he just lies there crying. With an angry grunt, I kick him in the side, right where Athelia is bruised.
John cries out and curls up into a fetal position on his side.
“Oh, so it’s fine when you do it, but you don’t like it when it’s done to you?”
I kick him again. Then again, and again, and again. I don’t stop until my boots are covered in blood and he’s lying motionless on the ground.
Time slips from my grasp, and I have no idea how long I stand here staring at my stepfather’s corpse. Shaking myself, I crouch down to check his pulse. When I can’t find one, I throw my gloves in a plastic back and shove it all into my backpack.
As I walk through the dark forest, it hits me that I’ve finally gotten everything I wanted.
I have my money.
I’m no longer under my stepdad’s control.
Athelia is mine.
My shoulders may feel ten times lighter, and I might be free, but something isn’t sitting right. By the time I’m climbing onto my bike—which I parked a good mile away from my parents’ house—I’ve figured out what it is.
Would my dad be proud of me?
For some things, I’m sure he would be. But as I head home, I realize the thing I care most about is how he’d feel about my treatment of Athelia. I can practically see the disappointment in his eyes. He never would’ve hurt Mom the way I hurt Athelia—even if he’d found out she’d been cheating on him.
More regret seeps under my skin. By the time I’m home and have my bike parked in the garage, it’s the only thing I can focus on.
Cal and Kellan aren’t home yet, so I’m surprised to see the light in Kellan’s room on. I thought by now Athelia would be sleeping, but as I approach the house, I can make out her form in the window.
When I catch her gaze, she immediately pulls the curtain shut.
I smile to myself, taking the porch steps two at a time.
Nice try, Athelia, but you’ll have to be sneakier than that.
Inside, I kick my shoes off and walk straight into the living room. I had to make a pit stop to throw my boots in the lake because they’re soaked with blood, but I anticipated it and packed extra shoes.
