Page 350 of Phobia
I will make this right. I will give Anthony the head of this human waste of space on a platter. And then, one day, when my love is strong enough, I will personally steady his hand, as he plunges a knife through the heart of his childhood tormentor.
I offer no other healing but wrath. Revenge is what I shall be teaching my little bird.
I pick him up and carry him to the bathroom, where I clean him up and brush his teeth. He is so exhausted, he hardly moves.
I choose this moment to finally dress him in something other than his much-beloved robes. I’ve gotten him soft flannel pajamas. As I help him slip his feed through the bottoms, he steadies himself with one hand on my shoulder. I pull the bottoms up as I slowly rise and pick him up again, feeling him tuck his face into the crook of my shoulder.
“I love you,” he murmurs half-asleep.
“I love you, little bird.” I kiss him softly as I lay him in our bed.
***
The day that follows is a blur.
I must part with Anthony to put my plan in motion.
“You’ll watch me, right?” He points to the cameras.
“The whole time,” I reassure him, and kiss him slowly, feeling some of the tension leave him.
“And…and you’ll be back…back before…” he mumbles, looking down at his feet.
“Before sundown. Of course, my love, I promise.” His eyes sparkle with fresh tears as he beams at me.
“Thank you.”
My bird is anxious but complies. It hurts to watch him in the rearview mirror as I drive down the rough road. His palms pressed to the thick glass, his breath fogging up the view of his lovely face.
I told him I must go to check on Andre and the restaurant. Halloween is coming up, and we always do some holiday-themed nights leading up to the event.
Not sure what he’s come up with now that we’ve lost all our decorations after his argument with the truck driver. For once, I’m not really feeling guilty for letting him deal with his mess alone.
I will help him with the preparations and the menu though.
I’ve been gone for days. I owe him this much.
But there is another reason why I must go to town.
***
I find John cruising. It’s easy to grab him, injecting him with his own poison, while he takes his pleasure in another homeless boy. The little walker has no qualms about cutting his performance short.
“Pay me.” He boldly extends his hand, like he’s got nothing to lose.
I smirk, remembering those days, when I was brave and reckless, asking for trouble, daring it to come out and play.
I toss him a fifty, and he leaves after giving me a once-over and winking invitingly, “You know where to find me.”
Cocky little shit. I huff a laugh then drag my bounty to the car.
***
I drive through the opposite end of the property, pulling John’s drugged body through the tunnels beneath the house. I inject him once more. I really don’t care if his body can handle the drugs. If he dies, it will be a less exciting surprise.
Truth be told, I’d love to kill him for Anthony, but I want my lover to choose his own revenge.
I lock John in one of my holding rooms, quickly punching in the code in the electronic lock pad as I hear Anthony’s bare feet paddling over my head.
