Page 95 of Loved

“I already forced this shit. I’m not forcing sexual chemistry too.”

“Let’s just forget about the daughter,” I said. “We can leave her out of this.”

Rob shook his head. “If you say so. But it would make him really mad.”

Yeah, probably.But I didn’t really want to make him mad. I wanted him to just stop being a creep. “Let’s just focus on the plan.” I grabbed the end of a roll of toilet paper and threw it over a nearby tree.

Ian followed my lead as Rob tried to open the window to break in.

“It’s locked!” he said.

“Did you think it would be open?” I grabbed another roll of toilet paper off the grass.

“I thought it might be. Let’s try the front door.” He walked up and turned the door knob.

An alarm immediately started blaring inside the house.

“What the fuck?!” Ian hissed. “Abort mission! You guys are more wasted than I realized.”

“I gotta leave the shit!” Rob pulled a lighter out of his pocket and tried to set the bag on fire.

A light upstairs turned on.

“We gotta go!” Ian yelled. “Now!”

“Not until I punch him,” I said and stepped up beside Rob. Another light had turned on inside.

“What is wrong with you guys! You set off an alarm! The cops are probably already on the way!”

“Got it,” Rob said and tossed the flaming bag of shit onto the doorstep right as the door opened.

McCarty stepped out. “What the hell is going on?!” He stared down at the fire and then started to stomp on it to put it out.

I smiled.

“Ah! What’s that smell?!” he yelled and shook his foot as the blaze climbed up his pant leg. He screamed like a little girl.

“He’s on fire!” Ian yelled.

“Yeah he is!” Rob cheered.

“Ahhh!” McCarty yelled. He tried to run forward, but his face found my fist.

“You piece of shit!” I said and punched him again. “If you touch Penny like that again, I’m going to fucking kill you. Or if you even say one fucking word to her.”

“James? Is that you?” he asked as he slapped his pants. He normally wore glasses, but they weren’t on his face.

“Burn in hell!” Rob yelled.

McCarty tried to stop drop and roll, but he just smothered his pants in shit.

I leaned down and punched him again. And again. And again. His pants finally stopped burning, but they were in tatters, hanging off his tighty-whities.

“Enough,” Ian said and grabbed my arm before I could do any more damage to his ugly mug.

“Who are you people?” McCarty yelled. He still couldn’t see anything and now there was blood smeared on his face.

“Your worst fucking nightmare,” Rob said.

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