Page 17 of All I want for Christmas is Boo
Billy’s body lay splayed out on the floor. I crouched down to examine just exactly what happened. His dick was hanging outof his open pants, and his eyes... I leaned closer, flicking the small pieces still showing from the wounds. Candy canes.
Jesus Christ.
I stood, looking at the scene as a whole. He deserved whatever went down.
That’s my girl.
I left the kitchen and started searching the rest of the house.
“Ruby? Lumen?” I called, opening every door and turning on every light. Ruby fled when the gun went off. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’d taken the car.
I didn’t blame her.
Soft sobbing sent me to Lumen’s room. I moved softly, to not alert her. The lights were off, and as I opened the door, it creaked loudly. Shit.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are, Lumen.” I went to the closet, whipping it open. I looked down and saw her looking back up at me, tears streaming from her face.
“You did that to Billy, and now you’re here hiding? Seems a little contradictive.” I pulled her up and dragged her from the closet. She dug her boots into the floor, but my strength outweighed hers.
“There’s someone on the roof!” she hissed.
“What?” I asked and suddenly a bang rang out just outside the door. I whipped the door open and saw a smoking hole in the floor. I looked up to see where it had come from.
“Sssh, she’ll hear us!” Lumen whispered. I crept back in the room as quietly as I could. I sat down on her bed and looked at her. We were trapped in here.
“He was going to rape me,” she said, joining me on the bed. “I was defending myself.”
“And what exactly did I do?”
She glared. My body reacted to her anger; my cock hardening. She was gorgeous when she was angry. She stood,and I joined her. We were both careful to keep our voices down and our steps light.
“You did what you were told. Billy didn’t have someone with a gun telling him to do it.”
“And what if I told you I didn’t either?”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying, what if it was all an act. To get you to trust me.” I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her to me. She looked into my eyes, searching for the lie.
“You killed my family,” she whispered.
“I did.”
“Why?”
My mouth suddenly went dry. It hit me then that she wasn’t fighting my embrace. She didn’t seem angry, she was... sad. I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
I held her closer as she silently cried, but then a loud sob erupted from her, and we both jumped as another bang came, this time only feet from us.
“Don’t make a sound.”
Her eyes turned hard and she tugged out of my arms. She went to the bedroom door and slammed it. Ruby shot down again, missing her. I yanked her back and smacked my hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming. I pressed my body to hers.
“You want to know why I slaughtered your entire family? Fuck me for it.” My cock strained against my jeans. I spun her around to look her in the eyes. They were frightened, which only made me want her more. I leaned closer to her, so that I could whisper in her ear. “Ruby is up there, right now, waiting for you to make a sound. How many bullets do you think she has left?”
I knew the answer, but did she?
I ran my hand along the side of her breast, her ripped pajama top that covered almost nothing now that her bra had been cut off.
