Page 104 of Wallflower
“Patrick, you’re going to want to stop yelling at me, or this meeting is over.”
“He fucked her,” Michelle says coolly. “Didn’t you, Mr. Keller?”
Patrick’s eyes snap between his wife and I. A smug look blooms across my face because I can’t hide the euphoria Rose brings me. It’s impossible to mask the fire that rips across my skin at the mere thought of her pussy sliding down my shaft.
I shrug, neither confirming nor denying the accusation.
“Did you fuck them both?” Tyler asks.
“Get a two for one deal?” Liam spits.
“I told you, Patrick. A couple of sluts, your daughters are.”
“Shut up,” the crumbling father whimpers, unable to process this storm circling around him.
“Is that why you sold them?” I growl.
“Yes,” Michelle deadpans, glaring me down. “Loose cunts like that would fit right in at a whorehouse. Why shouldn’t I make some money from it?”
A smile stretches across my face. Rose wasn’t lying to me. She wasn’t trying to manipulate me with some sob story about a mean family. These people really are the scum of the earth, and I can’t wait to praise the shit out of her for being honest.
“You did what?” Patrick exclaims, finally clueing into the conversation, his brain firing back to life after filtering through all the information swirling around him.
“Oh, don’t act like you didn’t suspect it. None of us got along, and after years of hell, I wanted payback.”
“Why?” Patrick chokes, holding back the lump in his throat. “Chelsea was away at fucking med school, and Rose was moving out.”
“I know. I had to do something before it was too late.”
Patrick looks to me. For guidance or support, I’m not sure. But I know he won’t find solidarity with me. Not this time.
“Now my boys can finally do what they’ve always wanted with those girls. Constantly parading around here in sluttylittle outfits, just asking to be fucked, teasing and taunting them. They’re lucky they made it this far without being raped.” Michelle’s head turns from side to side, observing each piece of shit flanking her. “Such good boys,” she coos. “Such gentlemen.”
This bitch is a fucking wacko. She’s unearthing my past without even realizing it, awakening the darkness I’ve been disconnected from.
Her sights linger on Tyler so long it’s uncomfortable, I half expect them to start swapping spit.
Looking to Patrick, she says, “I sure hope you can move past this, sweetheart. Or I’ll take you for all your worth thanks to our prenup.”
The widening of his eyes is the only response to her threat, and I can’t imagine he’d agree to this.
Shallowly, he nods.
I wouldn’t believe it if I wasn’t witnessing it with my own two eyes. What a spineless motherfucker.
“Marvellous,” she drawls. “Now, Mr. Keller…” Michelle’s gaze shifts to me. “I think you’ve stirred up more than enough trouble by being here. Please see yourself out, and give my best wishes to your whore.”
Before I even register my own actions, I’ve fired off three shots. Tyler, his mother, and Liam drop to lifeless heaps. Their warm blood leaks out, pooling to colour the light oak floor, as the cast-off spray peppered across the light blue walls streams down in crimson trails. Energy explodes beneath my skin, the high from killing spiking my heart rate. But at the same time, there’s a loosening, the tension in my chest slowly dissipating the longer I soak in the sight before me.
“What have you done?”
His voice almost startles me. Patrick’s so insignificant, I forgot he was here.
Rose’s father chokes back a sob as he slides from the couch, crawling across the floor to cradle his cooling wife’s body in his arms.
“What did you do?” he screams, spit flying from his mouth as tears curl around his lips. They pour unrestrained from his red-rimmed eyes, and disgust swirls in my gut.
“Are you serious? You’re crying over that bitch?”
