Page 14 of Sweet SIN Slaughterhouse

Glancing up at my dad, his face screams ‘I don’t know what to do.’ It makes me smile whenever he tries to help me, even if he doesn’t have a fucking clue what to do.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I channel the brave Sid, the strong Sid. “Call Uncle Thomas. Put him on speaker.”

Dad listens, not questioning me. Mom’s face contorts with confusion. “Baby Sin, what’s happening?” she murmurs while still comforting me on the ground. She joined me lying on the ground. Facing me, her thumb rubs circles on my face as the phone rings.

“Whatever it is, the answer is no, I don’t have the energy today. I just had my dick sucked the hardest I’ve ever had it sucked by one of Greta’s girls. I don’t even think I can walk.”

Mom and I burst into laughter by the unexpected greeting, meanwhile Dad’s nostrils flare. “I can still take that machete away from you, you little shit. My kid heard that.” And in that moment, I can feel Uncle Thomas’s heart drop to the pit of his stomach.

“Hi, Uncle Thomas!” I try to cheerfully shout, but sorrow lingers and he knows me better than that.

“Sid. What’s wrong?”

I pause, pondering how to phrase this without lettingthem know anything. Tears well back into my eyes at the thought of it all, clearing my throat, I remind myself to be brave and ask, “Was Abi on a mission last night?”

His response is immediate. “No, I gave everyone the night off before the ‘all hands on deck’ meeting at your grandfather’s.”

I nod, absorbing it all. “Thank you! And please… don’t mention this. And I’ll keep your adventures my little secret too!” I giggle, trying to make light of my world crumbling around me. And my brother being at the forefront of it all.

Dad doesn’t wait for him to reply, hanging up the phone as soon as I’m done speaking.

“Can someone please explain to me what in the ever-loving fuck is going on? Sid, baby, you get to eat pussy whenever you want. What is there to be sad about?” My eyes widen in shock. I can’t believe he just said that to me.

“I’d eat your mom’s pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if she let me.” He follows that boundary-breaking bomb with a wink to my mom, his soulmate.

Mom scolds him with the biggest grin adorning her face. “Elijah!” Then returning her focus to me, she says, “Aw, sweetie, your mascara is running all over your blood splatters.”

Shrugging my shoulders, I bet it looks pretty and I reply, “It’s fine. Let it.” I blow out a sigh and deliver the news and end the suspense. “Uncle Thomas just confirmed it. Abi is cheating on me…” Pausing, I let them absorb this news as this is the first time I’m saying it out loud, making it real. “Last night. She said she had a job. Got a text and left. Then I saw things… so many things and I don’t think it was the first time either.”

Mom keeps rubbing my cheek. “I’m so sorry.” She looks just as heartbroken as me. Abi has been in our family for years now, moving through the ranks from The Damned to Hellhound under Uncle Thomas, while also being directly under me at night. She’s been my girlfriend for nearly two years. My first relationship and my last.

“Say the word. I’ll do it. Anything for you, baby Sin.” Dad’s pissed, his skeleton face tattoo amplifies it, and if I didn’t know him, I’d be shitting my pants in fear. He gets this black eye effect sometimes, and I worry this could provoke it.

Shaking my head, I say, “I’ll handle it, Daddy.”

His brow raises. “She’s fucking out. That bitch is no longer trusted. Do you understand?”

I nod once.

I do. And I agree.

Then, at the worst possible fucking moment, my brother walks through the front door. Placing my hands flat on the ground, I push my body up, turn to face him and glare at Blaise fiercely. I would burn him, make him melt on the floor at my feet with my glare, if I could.

Resisting the urge, “Can someone grab my babies?”

Dad doesn’t move, so Mom jumps to her feet and heads out back to get Jack and Sally, she senses the looming violence.

A deep snarl comes from me.

The many stages of grief have begun, and now I’m just pissed. Mom comes back with my pigs and I swipe the leashes from her hand.

Blaise is smiling, gloating even. As I walk by to leave with Jack and Sally, I mumble while passing him, “I hate you.”

Dad is quick to hear my words and jumps to my defense. “What did you do?”

Smirking, I relish in the tension.

Mom instantly steps in. “Enough! She’s just mad, hurt… broken. Sid, you don’t mean it, do you?”

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