Page 6 of Hades

Kyle Williams that’s who.

Diluted anger was still anger, and it fizzed beneath his skin for years. Mistreated, abused, neglected. Call it what you will, but he was an angry little kid until he hit fifteen and it all changed … for the better, according to him. By the law? Maybe not so much, but what did they know.

Fifteen was the moment Kyle seized back his power, no longer under the thumb of bitches and a cunt of a man who used God as his shield. What did God know when he had allowed Xavier to exist, to permit that cretin to use his fists and biblical anger to terrorize his mother and the aunts alike.

At last count Kyle had ten brothers and sisters that he knew of, the ones he didn’t, the number could run into hundreds. The Lord’s work, what a fucking joke.

His fifteenth birthday began much like all the others; he got up, ate toast for breakfast, dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt under his Green Day T-shirt. With plans that had everything to do with not being around the house, he ate fast. By fifteen, he knew exactly what his mom and aunts did when men of all ages and authority piled through that door and he was fucking sick of listening to it. No boy should know what his mom sounded like when she … well fuck that, he was done.

She was disgusting, all of them were.

His friends called them whores, they didn’t know he knew what they said, but he heard everything. She was his mom, the worst possible human being to splat out a kid and expected to keep that kid alive, but he’d bloodied his knuckles far too many times when shitheads dared say a word about her in front of him.

Renee Williams was never much of a mom, he didn’t wake to a birthday breakfast like normal kids got. There was no card or gift waiting for him. He grabbed his backpack and took off out of the side door, climbing over the wire fence that separated his house from the main highway, he crossed by jogging in between the moving cars, a rush not to get hit by one, once he was clipped on the hip and it hurt like a bitch for days and even gave him a limp for a while, it never stopped him from doing it again.

He was no chicken.

Around lunch time he bought himself a spicy burrito and stood outside the Seven-Eleven to eat it, but spat most of it out, those fucks inside didn’t know how to nuke a decent thing, half was still frozen. If there was time to go back inside and cause trouble he would, but the thing he was waiting for was walking towards him.

He liked the Colorado mountains, but he was gonna leave this place one day.

Eyelids hooded, he watched her approach, her skinny hips swishing under her expensive clothes. She reeked of privilege.

“Happy Birthday, Kyle.” Her smile made his belly twitch.

Dana Daniels; the hottest girl in the neighborhood and the chick was horny forhim. Kyle smirked playing it cool though he was dying to tear into the square gift she handed him, his fingers running over the pale blue paper and the bow carefully stuck on top.

The very first birthday gift he’d ever received from anyone.

With long white-blonde hair and ice white eyes she was beautiful. Her dad was a foreign bastard from some other country he couldn’t give a crap about, one of those Scandinavian places, they’d moved to Colorado when Dana was still a baby, he worked in some pharmaceutical company in Denver, making the big bucks enough to have the largest house behind a big gate that saidKEEP OUT. It didn’t bother Kyle who roamed the grounds many times even with the threat of the three Rottweilers Dana’s dad owned. Maybe he did it to spy on Dana in her pink princess bedroom while she got changed for class, or her dance lessons, or after her shower. Maybe he jerked off and let his come stain the ground underneath her window. He felt powerful, somehow marking a territory he knew he’d claim one day. The girlanda house as big as that one. He knew it, he wouldn’t live in a whorehouse the rest of his life.

“No birthday kiss?” He teased her with a slight leer of her body up and down before watching her face turn pink and redder still when he motioned her forward, before she glanced checking no one was near, she rushed forward pressing her soft lips to his and her skinny body against his chest.

He was her bad little secret.

Let’s meet somewhere private. She’d tell him.Can we go somewhere quiet? She’d ask. Kyle understood its meaning, she was ashamed to be seen with the boy from a whorehouse.

That’s why he planned to take Dana’s virginity.

He would stain her inside with his reputation. He’d give her the best fucking of her life she’d always remember in years to come when she was sat in her boring kitchen with screaming kids at her ankles and her anally boring husband with their two SUV’s parked outside and the grass cut perfectly to two inches as per the HOA ruling, that years before she’d let the boy from a whorehouse give her the kind of sex she craved and wasn’t getting from the fat oaf she was married to.

He’d read books, he sort of knew what to do, he jerked off enough to know how to hold his climax.

“You look pretty, baby-girl.” She blushed at his compliment.

Kyle took her hand lightly, her palm warm, inviting and she always smelled good. Clean. Not like his mom and aunts who reeked of cloying perfumes.

“Aren’t you going to open your gift?” She questioned.Oh, yeah, he was.Eyes wandering over her chest, she had perfect, little tits.

For a moment when they looked at each other, time stretching out the silence, he thought she saw him, the real him and understood. Maybe she did, he never did ask her.

Her adoration was potent as any drug, though. Dizzying.

Kyle could get used to that kind of fawning, especially from a chick who looked as good as Dana did.

Eyes, wild and glassy, she bit on her lower lip, leaning into his body, using his shirt to walk her fingers over his chest shyly testing how far he’d let her touch him.

The feeling was intangible and new. It caused his breath to stutter even when he continued to pretend he was cool and he knew what he was doing with the girl.

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