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Chapter Five
Logan
Slamming the controller down on the coffee table in Caden’s pool house, I lean over and slap him across the back of the head. “Nice one, jackass, you totally let those fuckers get the drop on us.”
Laughing, Caden throws a handful of Cheetos at me.
“Learn to chill, man. You take this shit way too seriously. Thank God little Ms. Murder is on her way to give you something else to focus that energy on.”
“Fuck, was that today?” Ricky stared down at his phone, a dark, mischievous smirk pulling across his face. He’s always up for causing a little chaos. “What time do they land?”
I glance down at my own phone, my brows furrowing. Two missed calls and a text from Mom. Why didn’t I check this before Stryker talked me into Call of Duty this morning?
Mom: Hi my sweet boy, I know you are probably still at Caden’s right now, but we just wanted to let you know that we got an earlier flight home last night. We’ll see you when you get home today. Love you, honey.
“Fuck!” I leap from my seat, sending my can of coke flying to the floor. “They’re already back. She’s there now.”
Stryker laughs, standing to clap me on the back. This fucker takes far too much pleasure in seeing me all twisted up. “Looks like it’s showtime, brother.”
“Let’s go guys. I wanna make sure she gets a warm fucking welcome.”
After we all get ready, we jump into my Midnight Blue Ford F-150 and head over to my house. Four fucking years. It has been four fucking years since everything in my life changed. One moment, I had my cousin and best friend, and the next, they were both gone. One dead, and pretty soon, the other would wish for death too.
Mom and Dad never talked about that night, telling me it’s best if we leave it in the past and move on. Every time I would bring it up, Mom’s eyes glassed over with unshed tears, and Dad would stalk off in a brooding silence. I tried to find out what happened by looking online, but there was not much to find.
My Aunt and Uncle thought I deserved the truth about Kyle’s death. I’d gone to them as a last resort, but I had to know what Mom and Dad refused to tell me. The truth was, the girl I loved was fucking my own cousin, and when her daddy caught them, he fucking killed him.
Kyle died with a pair of scissors lodged in his neck because crying rape was easier than admitting what a lying whore she was. I’ve kept my parents in the dark for years to plan my revenge. When I make her pay for Kyle’s death, no one is getting in my way.
You don’t mess with my family and get away scot-free. Her dad may have killed my cousin, but her lies put it all in motion. She broke my family in half—she broke me in half. Today she’s going to be delivered right to my doorstep, and I plan on making every day of the next year a living nightmare for her. My parents don’t know what gift they are about to deliver me, and I am going to make sure they never find out.
Phoenix Brooks is going to pay. When I am through with her, I am going to make sure everyone knows what a lying skank she is. I’ve had four years to plan this. Four years to recruit the help of my best friends—Stryker Roberts, Ricky Morrison, and Caden Russell. Four years to perfect the special brand of hurt I want to inflict.
We’ve been friends since the day I started my freshman year at St. James Academy. I was a mess. I was taken from the only home I’d ever known and whisked back to the country where Dad had grown up. I left my best friend—the only girl I thought I would ever love—no goodbye, nothing.
The last time I saw her, she was crying, and all I wanted to do was make her happy again. It makes me sick to look back on that day, how I felt the need to console her after what she’d done. I lost my cousin because of her, the closest thing I ever had to a big brother.
I used to love her, and I wanted to protect her from whatever pain she was going through. But that’s all over now. I don’t want to take her pain away anymore. I want to use it to bend her and break her into a million pieces.
Pulling up into the driveway, I notice that my parents are home. Feeling slightly pissed off that my big welcome has been ruined, I walk into the house making my way toward the voices coming out of the kitchen, while the boys head up to my room.
“Heya, Mom, and Dad, you’re home early. I wasn’t expecting you to arrive for another thirty minutes.” I greet my parents, pulling my mom into a warm hug then giving my dad a fist bump as I open the fridge to take out four cans of soda.
“Oh, my baby boy, I’ve missed you. Hey, how was your camp?” Mom greets me with a warm smile, but Dad cuts in before I can answer her.
“We got an earlier flight out of LA and arrived home last night, bud,” his eyes never moving from the paper he was reading at the kitchen table.
“Ahh, okay. No worries,” looking around, I notice that one person is missing here. “Where is our little house guest anyway?”
“Oh honey, Phoenix left this morning,” Mom replied almost as if she were excited to have her here—surely that couldn’t be possible. “She headed out to scout a dance studio here in town. Her old teacher arranged for a friend’s son to pick her up and help her. He was a charming young man.”
WAIT, WHAT? That can’t be right. This cannot be happening. She shouldn’t know anyone; I was counting on that. I’ve done my research over the years, and though she doesn’t put much on Facebook, I can tell she’s a loner. Her lack of a boyfriend is what surprises me. A girl like Phoenix Brooks turns heads. If things were different, I’d be all about wrapping that pretty blonde hair around my fist and seeing what she can do with that tight body. Who knows, I may still do that. Why shouldn’t I have a taste, seeing as she so freely gave it up for Kyle?
Trying to school my fury behind a neutral face, I shrug my shoulders, turning to leave the room. “What time is she due back, Mom?”
“Oh, I’m not sure, hun. Maybe around four or five, she said she would call if she’s going to be later,” I nod silently and head up to my room. I was beyond fuming. She wasn’t supposed to be out, let alone with other people. I wanted her to feel isolated and alone like she should be. Not out making friends and having fun.
This was going to have to change, I just didn’t know how I was going to do it. I can deal with anger, that’s an emotion I can channel into my plans. But the betrayal I’m feeling, I don’t know what to do with that.
