Page 7 of Hades

Kyle knew what people saw when they looked at him. And why girls were attracted despite him not having the designer shoes or the good cell phone or lived in the big fancy house with servants. He understood he received attention from girls solely because of his gray eyes, his blonde hair and ropey tall frame. His bad reputation didn’t hurt him either.

One kiss and Dana was putty in his hands allowing him to lead her around the back of that Seven-Eleven where he fucked her for the first time with her skirt rucked up over her perfect ass and he made her scream into his hand. Fucked over a pile of crates. Sweet, innocent princess took it and begged him for more.

Classy. And with the boy who lived in a house with whores. Kyle walked ten feet taller the rest of the day. The thought of what he’d done gave him real heart palpitations.

But it wasn’t all about his first time fucking a girl.

The day got better. And who knew it could after he’d felt the wet gripping his Johnson.Dick. Only his asshole of a dad called it a Johnson, as though that absolved the father from his sins of screwing anything with a snatch.

Fifteen was going to be a great year. He’d shot up over a foot just a few month ago, putting Kyle nearing six feet, every chick noticed him now, and if he put on some muscle he knew he’d get more action than any of the boys in the town. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt for the plans he had to get the hell out of this place for good.

But he’d think of that later.

Sauntering home on a sex high, still smelling like a sweet, innocent princess he smiled to himself, jumped over the wire fencing surrounding his house and let himself in. This time of day he didn’t know if any of the aunts would have clients around, he kept out of the way anyway, he’d puke if he saw a dude with his shrivelled dick swinging, he didn’t know how the aunts could do it, just take any dick into her like that, cause the guys he saw coming in were pig-ugly, some the size of an overheavy walrus, how could he even find his dick under his blubber?

A noise from the back of the house caused Kyle to detour from his bedroom. His excited forgotten palpitations drowned out by a cautious tickle over his skin.

The closer he grew to the kitchen he sensed it was some bad shit, the noise was pain and despair, it was dark, and it was danger. The hairs on the back of Kyle’s neck rose, he breathed in confusion as he burst through the door before he could change his mind and took in Father Xavier, a graying man now, lanky in limbs with barely any bodyfat to count, bald on top, wearing a pair of black spectacles on a chain to go with his priest collar. The man always smelled of moth balls and laundry detergent. An odd mix that caused Kyle a kick of nausea if he got too close to him.

But none of that registered as he watched the crazy man of god strangling his mom against the old rust bucket of a fridge that was far too old and turned food to mold inside.

Xavier’s eyes narrowed a bit, but Kyle’s presence didn’t have the old man letting up, if anything his mom’s face turned a deeper shade of purple, her legs dangling in mid-air tried to kick out and failed.

Springing into action before he could even think of what he was going to do once he’d reached the madness, his mom gasping for air, panic filling his chest, Kyle shaking terribly, he grabbed the first thing he saw; the bread knife he’d used that morning to hack at the uncut loaf.

“Get off her!”

“Leave, boy! This is none of your concern.” Xavier hissed with contempt, never once had he used Kyle’s name. His looked at him as if it were normal to be strangling a woman, turning a devil face on Kyle, pure hatred came out of his eyes, hands tightening around his mom’s neck, she was a slight woman, barely a hundred pounds if that since she scarcely ate a thing, her skinny fingers clawing at the wrists. “See what you’ve raised, Renee? Nothing but a disrespectful bastard who doesn’t know when to be invisible, the boy has the devil in him. He’s stained in sin! It’s all your fault. Your fault!” Said the man choking his mom.

“You fucking hypocrite. It’syourJesus who is kind to sinners and loathes hypocrites like you. Would he really approve of you raping and battering women? You, glorified predator!” Yelled the boy to the man as he charged forward to aid his mother. Kyle saw no other eventuality to what was happening, only he had to stop the priest before it was too late.

Xavier’s face twisted mottle red as he squeezed, squeezed, squeezed.

Kyle’s entire body was on autopilot. Xavier outweighed him by a good bit, though their heights were pretty much even. Maybe it was the devil that made him plunge the knife directly into Xavier’s chest with all his might, maybe the devil was his mom’s savior. An animal-like noise rode up his throat with the hard momentum of steel forced into skin and bone.

It was nothing like you see on TV. For one, no one said how adrenalin would turn Kyle into a killer. The knife was hard to penetrate. Kyle needed to use all the strength he had, making his arms shake with exertion.

Renee fell to the floor with a thud, her knees buckling under her as Xavier stopped stunned and tried to grab the knife. Kyle was pure unimaginable rage at this point, his entire body trembling from shock at what he’d done.Oh, fuck. Oh, shit.He’d done it now. Backing himself up he kept on going until his spine hit the side of the sink unit.

Xavier’s jaw clicked like he wanted to say something, but no words came out of his mouth, he was as silent as he was ashen gray.

His mom started screaming a high pitch banshee noise trying to break his ears. “Shut up.” He muttered, white din rushing through his skull, he could hear the harried beat of his heart, bile gathered at the base of his throat. “Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!” Eyes wild. Blood on his trembling hands, he needed her to shut the fuck up, so he could think before he threw up all over the floor.

It was as if all three of them were trapped in time. Locked into a moment that would be irreversible. Lives changed in seconds.

Kyle sneered at the man who had helped give him life. Nothing but hatred looking back at him. Not a fucking surprise, the priest hated and hated hard. The coward hid behind a collar to commit his crimes in plain sight for decades.

“Don’t look to her for help, you, sanctimonious prick. You were just trying to strangle her! Ask your God to save you.”

Xavier fell right there in the middle of the kitchen floor, toppled over like a collapsing tower block, his head cracking on the side of the table. Kyle would never forget that noise, not for as long as he lived. It was horrible.

It was fuckingamazing.

Freeing. Powerful.

With his heart beating furiously within his chest wall, hands flexing into two tight shaking fists ready to fight, nostrils flared as he tried to pull in air, everything fell away inside his mind as he took steps to stand over the body of the man that had been father and tormentor. The man who was the biggest fraud of them all.

“You killed him! Oh, god. You stupid, fucking idiot! We’re all going to jail for this! Do you realize that?! You killed a priest! Oh dear, god. We’re going to burn for this.” She came at him, battering her fists into his body, each thump landing with abhorrence. He hadn’t truly known until that moment she hated him. Sure, Kyle was an annoyance to Renee, she never hid that fact from her son, he’d ruined her life, so she told it. But to truly hate him for existing? Comprehension hit harder than her fists did. Plowing into his heart with rejected agony.

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