Page 79 of Tattered Souls
Something else Garrick had done for me... that was a planned trip in December to take me to the mountains for a week-long getaway, and I couldn’t wait.
And to return the favor... I made one of Garrick’s dreams come true.
I had searched and searched for weeks in secret, and when I told him where we were going and what we were doing, he had taken me into his office and fucked me senseless.
The 1971 Plymouth Hemi ‘Cuda Convertible was going to be beautiful after they got done with it.
When Dom saw it, he had picked me up and hugged me senseless, and placed a kiss on my cheek.
To which Garrick growled, “Do it again, and I’ll shoot you.”
Garrick
I had just loosened the bolt on my Harley when she came back with two cold beers. She handed me one. I popped the top, then handed it to her, and then I took the second from her.
After I took a pull from the beer, I watched as she walked over to the rolling chair I had bought just for her in the corner of my garage and sat down.
It had to have been a few minutes when she said, “Garrick?”
I looked up from the carburetor and jerked my chin at her.
“Tell me something no one else knows?” she asked.
I looked over at her and winked. “What do you want to know?”
She smiled. “Anything you want to tell me. You know everything about me. And your family probably knows everything about you. But...”
I nodded, then looked out of my garage, and thought about it.
And I knew.
Knew that she was it for me. And like I said, if she ever tried to leave me, I was going to fight dirty.
That was why I took in a breath, and then looked back at her, stood up, and walked over to where she was sitting.
I knelt right in front of her and said, “I need your eyes when I tell you this, okay?”
She set her beer down on the floor and then gave me her undivided attention.
Those sable eyes showing me everything that words couldn’t explain.
I swallowed. “When we were younger, Dad used to take us all out hunting. Deer. I was pretty good at it. Anyway, I had stayed late at school for tutoring. Dad was running late. So, I sat down on the steps and waited. It had to have been five minutes or so when I heard something. Something that didn’t belong.”
I swallowed.
“It was a little girl’s voice screaming and then silence. At first, I thought nothing about it. Until I heard her scream the word stop. Yeah, she could have been playing with someone. But that wasn’t the sound of a girl playing with someone. That was fear.”
“I got up and crept across the street to the row of houses across the street. I heard it again; the moment I got closer to it. And then, when I was right outside a cracked window, I heard, ‘Scream all you want. No one is going to come and help you. No one is going to help a whore’s daughter’.”
Those sable eyes of hers never left mine as I told her the story.
Sure, they shimmered with unshed tears, knowing where this story was going.
“I checked the door and found that it was unlocked. The man really didn’t give a shit. I opened it, saw a hunting-style type knife on the mantle. Tagged it, and then I crept toward the sound. And when I saw him, a man in his fucking forties, on top of a young girl who I knew was only a year younger than me, I moved, and I blacked out.”
I watched as a tear fell unbidden down her cheek. I brought my thumb up and brushed it away.
“When I came to, the girl was cowering in the corner. I had the knife in my hand, and the man was dead.”
