Page 28 of Love Obscene
If only someone would have told me all the things I didn’t yet know.
Chapter Twenty-Three
I leaned against the door of my car, staring down into the Devil’s Canyon.
My mother died down there; drove my father’s car straight over the edge. Her mind broke, and the wrong people took advantage of her.
And, no, that didn’t fuck me up in some psychological way. I had a perfectly healthy mind. I was just raised not to abide by the rules of society, so I didn’t. My father, on the other hand, had never quite gotten over her death - not that I blamed him.
Katie had me bewitched. She took up a corner of my desolate soul. I wish she knew how much I knew her. Everything I did was for us, in the long run.
She didn’t look so suicidal anymore; there was a lightness slowly creeping back into her eyes. Denying her true nature wouldn’t work much longer. She liked bloodshed almost as much as I did. Which reminded me - I hadn’t painted since she got home.
The crunch of car tires on gravel pulled me from my thoughts and alerted me to Glenda’s arrival. Her maroon SUV pulled up beside my car; she flashed me a smile before getting out.
“Well, how is my little Genie?” she questioned, walking around the front of the car. I kept my composure, not giving her any reaction. I wanted to toss her pathetic ass off the cliff. She treated my Katie like shit.
How couldn’t she see the girl she was supposed to raise was ten times smarter than she was?
“She’s perfect.”
“Oh? So you told her the truth?” She stepped in front of me, bringing us chest to chest. I reached out, and not so gently nudged her back.
“That’s not what we’re here to discuss. She’s no longer your concern.”
Her face soured on the spot. I ignored her, reaching into my car through the window and popping the trunk.
“Hurry up; I have to get home.” That part wasn’t a lie. I’d been so busy the last four days, my time with Katie was down to fucking in the shower or waking her up bright and early in the morning with my cock. I couldn’t get enough of her; she was my fixation.
The day I could make the Chateau my permanent home, my life would be stress-free. Almost.
Glenda brushed past me, heading for my trunk where she thought there would be an envelope of money waiting for her. You never exchanged sensitive material hand to hand in the open.
“Where is it?”
“You don’t see it?” Feigning confusion, I walked around to stand behind her, concealing my cut-throat razor up my sleeve.
“No, wher–”
I clamped a hand over her mouth, silencing her inevitable scream, and sliced from the jugular forward, aiming her blood spray into my trunk.
Did she really think I would give her a dime of the money owed to me?
I held her twitching body by the forehead, patiently waiting for her to bleed out before letting her land haphazardly in a small puddle of her own blood. I swore I would never let her hurt Katie anymore; this was me keeping that silent promise to both of us.
Chapter Twenty-Four
We never discussed what he did with the bodies.
Thinking about it, the last few days all we did was add more bruises to my body, and then he disappeared. I felt like I’d traded one prison for another, but now I was dangerously addicted to my jailor.
When he wasn’t trying to hurt me, he was so gentle. Almost treating me like I was fragile. It was almost harder to swallow.The tenderest touch left the darkest mark.
I needed to purge all thoughts of him from my mind, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
Yes, something was wrong with me, because I swore I was starting to love him. It didn’t make sense to me sometimes, but he made me realize home was not a place; it was a feeling. Every time I looked in his eyes, I was there. I’d never felt so carefree while being confined.
Mason was not mentally ill, nor was he broken. He was a man who lived his life exactly the way he wanted. If it was true that it only took moments to fall in love, then I fell into the abyss long ago.
