Page 8 of Hades

Renee continued to strike him, and he let her. Her face beet red, she was practically foaming at the mouth.

He’d fuckingprotectedher from being killed in her own damn kitchen and she was mad athim! Shehatedhim? As if a veil was dropped from his eyes, Kyle grabbed both of her thin wrists, squeezing them tightly to gain her attention, his face turning nasty, eyes deserted and dark he pressed his face into his mom’s. Nose to nose. He was no longer the son who obeyed. The son who took a battering, the son who took everyone’s shit. No more.

His own revulsion rattled his voice box.

“That man was a monster, not a fucking priest and he was strangling you, you, dumb bitch, so I’d watch what you say to me. Maybe throw out some thanks.”

“They’re going to come for us! I won’t go to the chair for you, Kyle. I won’t lie for you. This is—this is wicked, you killed a man!”

His father. The man who used his power in the community to rape her repeatedly and many others. And yet she defended him. Kyle sneered disgusted.

And the award forMom of the yeargoes to.

Minutes ticked by.

Blood began to seep out of Xavier in a slow puddle around his lifeless body spreading across the kitchen floor. Kyle looked down at it, watched how the crimson pattern grew bigger.

The beat inside his chest slowed. Calmed.

He was fascinated.

Only the incessant weeping and wailing of Renee brought him out of his musings and back to reality with a bump.

Out of frustration and adrenaline coursing through him he shook his mom to stop her noise, telling her to shut her fucking mouth while he could think what to do next.

“You killed him. You killed him. You killed him.”

Tell me something I don’t know, moron.

“Yeah, I did. You’re welcome.” Mentally rolling his eyes, he dropped her wrists, pushing her aside so he could crouch down and make sure the asshole was really dead.

Yep. Dead. It was a parade kind of day. Macy’s had nothing on how Kyle was feeling.

The amount of euphoria pounding through his brain was amazing. Jesus. It was better than the orgasms he’d experienced just a while ago, better than watching Dana suck his dick between her innocent, pink lips and telling her to take him deeper. She’d choked at first before she got the hang of it.

Better than that.

His father was dead on the kitchen floor and Kyle didn’t feel a thing.

Maybe he should. Remorse. Regret. Grief. Guilt. The need to call the police and confess everything. He just didn’t.Ding Dong the bastard is finally dead.

Instead, his blood began to cool through his veins, his mind crystal clear like this was always meant to happen somehow. Why else would he be cool as fuck?

He’d just committed murder.

Was he a psycho now?

Was he deranged as his father always accused him of? The devils spawn.

He was not evil. He didn’t feel evil. Shouldn’t he feel it if that’s what he was? Without a plan, he’d killed a man and here he was dead, his floor looking like a map of the world with parts of it missing. He delivered a kick to Xavier’s ribs testing he was dead.

Yep dead.

He began to smile.

Hearing quiet weeping he turned a scowl on his mom wringing her hands looking down at the asshole like she was missing him already. Did she forget he wasjuststrangling her? Women didn’t have the brains they were born with. “Are for real right now? Shut the hell up, he doesn’t deserve a single tear.”

“We’re going to hell for this.” She cried.

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