Page 22 of Sweet SIN Slaughterhouse

Before getting too caught up in my fantasy, I wave her off. “Perfectly fine, I stepped on glass.” As if it’s not a big deal, because it’s not, to me, at least. Her eyes remain on me, but not judging my appearance or why I am even here. To a tourist or outsider, this entire ‘I am Sid’ vibe would be alarming, but not to those who know me, as they have always accepted me and my crazy.

“Get on outta here, Lucy. You’ll only feed into her dramatics,” Greta jokes, and we both laugh because she isn’t wrong.

Lucy winks. “I’ll see you around then.” With that, she sashays ahead of us, but before disappearing, she looks back. “Call if you need anything. Oh, and ask for Ava, she is a fucking rock star.”

I watch her disappear into the dark, captivated, until Greta shouts at me. “Get in the fucking car.”

Bringing my focus back to the present, I see Rogers has both doors open for Great and me. Once in, they close behind us. Classy fucking ride. The star roof isshining bright, bringing a smile to my face. It’s the little things sometimes. Briefly, I catch a glimpse of Rogers packing Greta’s walker when a purple jewel reflects off the light. He is a good man. Not only for tonight, but always. He has always taken care of others, including Papa, for years before joining the society.

Once we are settled, Rogers puts the car in drive and takes off. The iron gates open and we enjoy the ride in silence, no questions, no conversation. Tonight has been strange, but also meant to be. I believe that everything happens how it should, even if we don’t recognize it as it’s all playing out. Greta’s head is resting on the window, her breathing heavy as she sleeps during the journey home.

Looking up, I catch Rogers looking back at me through the rearview mirror. “I see all evil,” he cryptically whispers.

I side-eye him in confusion, but then nod as if I understand the meaning of his words, playing along but absolutely clueless.

Pondering the cryptic message, my brother acts like he is evil.

Abi is.

And then sadness invades once more, this is why I’ll never love.

10

SID

Days have passed. We are closer to my initiation than we are to my breakup.

Time heals all wounds.

This is true for my feet, but my rage and anger still live strongly inside of me, and it’s all directed toward Abi and whoever keeps fucking with me.

Rolling out of bed, I see my babies sleeping peacefully in theirs. My phone buzzes on my nightstand. Peering over, it’s the guys at the gate.

Fortress Protectors

Abi ishere for her things.

The audacity of this bitch.She’s lucky I haven’t burned everything, while hexing her soul.

Boss Bitch

I’ll be down with it shortly. Do not let her in.

Once I’ve replied,I throw the phone on my bed so I can’t hear any further buzzing. She can fucking wait.

Diseased bitch.

Every part of me wants to storm into my closet, cut her clothes up, then burn them in a box in front of her. But, petty Sid must take a back seat today, because I have other plans for this bitch. I mean, I can still put on a small show for the good folks, right?

Sliding on my oversized black band tee that hangs just below the knee, I add a pair of tall black leather boots even though I know they’ll hurt my feet. It doesn’t matter, because I am dressing for revenge. Looking in the full-length mirror, my hair is disheveled and my makeup from yesterday is a fucking mess, but it goes with my grunge vibe today, though it’s still missing something. Rummaging through my accessories drawer I find exactly what I need. It’s vintage, from the nineties, a black tattoo choker. Putting it on quickly, I take one last look at myself, loving myself right now.

Tugging her clothes off rather aggressively from allthe hangers, I hope they stretch in the process while I bunch them into a pile. I grab a few things she kept in the draws and add them to the mix, not caring how disorganized her things are. Once satisfied in the collection, I bend down, gathering it all into my arms. The smell of her no longer brings me pleasure, her scent is that of a rotting body on a warm day. I hate it. I hate her. The stench is strong enough to make me vomit.

Heels click against the wood floor and I use my elbow to push the latch on my door, then my hip to open it. The bright daylight shines down, warming my skin as I make my way proudly, down the private street to the large, guarded gate. Leaning against the hood of her car, arms crossed and wearing a scowl, the cunt waits.

The audacity, she has no fucking right to feel an ounce of anger, none. Petty Sid makes an appearance and I slow my pace, smiling in satisfaction. I hear the low chuckle of the guards, which only encourages my behavior. I knew I liked these bastards for a reason.

For the final fifty yards, I add a skip, a hop, to my step along with some humming, and the closer I get to Abi’s nasty-ass face, the stronger her scowl becomes. Not only is she ugly on the inside, but the outside is directly reflecting it now. I was blinded by pussy and charm, but now I see her so clearly. Evil, she is pure evil.

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