Page 60 of Ruin

Lifting the hood of the car, I start working on it, because I’m only getting angrier thinking about her.

My brothers are at college, they all live there even though the house is only a fifteen minute drive away. I also know what the three of them are like, and if mom finds out they have a different girl in their bed every night, it’ll not be good for them. I’m sure mom would kill them.

Getting started on my car, I’ve taken most of the engine out. There wasn’t anything in this car worth keeping. It was so bad. Plus, I enjoy fixing it up. It’s a place which keeps my mind away from other things. My brothers love the ice, they love playing hockey. It was their thing to take their mind off things when Cain was training them, but for me, it was having my head under the hood of my car. Even now, this is my place. When The Pit wants to come play mind games with me, I come out here and start working on my car.

It helps my mind go blank from the sounds around me, so I’m hoping it will take my mind off Trixie. I need to not think about her, and other men touching her.

“Have you done anything to the car yet?” I pop my head out from under the hood and see Cain walking closer to me. I stand up as he gets to where I am. “Still looks like the piece of shit it was when you got it.”

“It takes time to make it perfect. My old car took me almost two years to fix up, and this piece of shit is in worse shape than the last one was.” I wipe my hands on the cloth over my shoulder, and lean on the car, folding my arms over my chest and take another look at Cain. “Where’s the suit?” I ask him. You don’t see Cain out of his suit very often. When we first met him, I used to think he slept in them, as it was the only thing I ever saw him in.

“Went to the gym,” he answers, then looks at me for a moment, then looks under the hood. “What did you need to talk about?” he asks, not turning to me, as he moves a few things under the hood.

“The hit.” I walk over to the counter where I threw the file so I can show him. “I’ve done my research. My weekend is spent watching him, then I can go in, but it doesn’t say if I should kill him, or if I need information from him.” Cain takes the file from me, leans on the car and looks through everything I have, and shakes his head.

“Like I told Hayden, remember all this information. Never have it written anywhere.” He doesn’t even look up from the file as he tells me, and I tell him I will next time. I walk over to the fridge and take out two water bottles while he continues to read.

“You don’t do anything, you find out who he’s talking to, what he does with his day, where he’s spending money.” Cain closes the file and takes the water bottle from me.

“I have.” I reply taking the file from him. I’ve spent a week looking into what the freak is doing. “His laptop is full of child porn, I have a feeling he’s talking to someone underage; he spends all his time at home.” I’m not telling him everything I’ve found, because he’s read it.

“Monitor him. We need to know if he talks to anyone on the phone, or if-”

“Who is this?” I ask. I looked up his name, and he was a lowlife, nothing big on him. He went missing, then showed his face a few weeks ago, but where he went, I have no idea.

“Declan, what is the one thing I always tell you, and I told you in The Pit?” Cain asks, and I take a sip of water while I try to think about which comment he is talking about. The man said a lot to me. “Think.”

“Remember everyone you meet?” I ask him. I thought it was a weird one to mention to me, how can anyone remember every person they have met? I didn’t.

“Yes. You’ve seen the man before. Now think where you’ve seen him.” Cain asks, as if he thinks I know what the hell he’s talking about, because I have never seen the man before.

“I don’t know who he is.” I’m honest, there is no point lying to him. The man can read a person even if they were standing on the other side of a football ground.

“He was in The Pit. He was the man I asked to watch you. He did as I asked, so I let him out. Now I want him back in there before he hurts a child, but he might be the person behind the family after you. I don’t know. That’s why you need to watch him.”

I narrow my brow, waiting for him to say something else, because this is fucked up, but he stays quiet.

“And what if he hurts a child when I can’t watch him? I’m not taking the risk. Are you crazy?” I almost snap at him, but keep myself together. “If he hurts a child, that’s on me, not you.” I shake my head in disbelief. To keep me safe, the family is willing for this pervert to live more days than he needs to.

“It’s only for a-”

“Cain, there has to be another way.” I cut him off, but I can see he’s not changing his mind, and it pisses me off even more.

“One week. I only want to see if he talks or calls anyone.” I shake my head and hear my phone beep in my pocket. Still annoyed with everything, I dig my phone out and open the message.

Unknown.

Did the teacher not open her legs for you? Is that why you’re angry?

It beeps again.

Unknown

It won’t be long until I kill you. Fuck as much as you can now.

I hand my phone to Cain so he can see the message while I look at the file and the man’s face, still not remembering him in The Pit. It’s not sitting right with me that he gets to walk away after hurting children. The Pit isn’t where he should be. Killing him is what I’m going to do. There is no way he is walking down to The Pit again.

“We need to find out who they are. We’ve made a list of all the people you killed, and which family they were from. There is a pile of nobodies who have no money to do anything, and a pile of mafia members and people with money. We’re working through it.” Cain throws my phone to me and nods. “Send a message. Only a pussy hides behind a phone. Why don’t you give me the pleasure of meeting the man who will kill me?”

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