Page 220 of Satan's Spawn
“We actually hated each other at first.” I tell her, hoping that offering some information will make her finally shut up.
“You did?” She seems concerned.
“No, of course not.” Rebecca kicks me under the table. “We were friends first, and then he swooned me.” She smiles brightly at me, but I can see theI will slice and dice you if you don’t stopundertone of it.
“I don’t do swooning,” I say anyway, “but I did manage to land her, so there’s that.”
Rebecca’s mother blinks stupidly at me, then shakes her head. “What ever happened to that nice boy, Felix, you became friends with? The one you were sitting with at the dance that night?”
Rebecca’s shoulders go rigid.
“Are you two still friends?” She asks her daughter, but I’m the one who answers for her.
“No, she fucking isn’t.”
Okay, I could’ve took it down a notch, but the meer mention of the fucker’s name makes me want to flip this table over.
“No? Why not?” She pouts, staring at Rebecca as she takes another drink of wine.
“Because I almost killed the piece of shit last time I found her with him.”
I say almost because the asshole’s got more lives than a fucking cat. Shortly after the night on the piers, I find out he only suffered a broken back and jaw, but is still fucking breathing.
Of course his dad is keeping the truth hush hush, not wanting the world to know his son’s a dirty little rapist.
And now it’s Nina’s turn to do the choking.
Rebecca laughs nervously, looking between both her parents. “What Crayton means is…Felix turned out not to be a good guy.”
“And you are?” The old man chimes in, all fatherish and wary.
“I am, what?” I snap.
“A good guy?”
I shrug. “Today I’m alright.”
“Who wants pie?” Rebecca stands, nudging me to do the same. So I do.
“But we didn’t even finish dinner yet.” Her mom looks down at her plate. “What’s the rush?”
“Presents. Duh.”
Shit, was I supposed to give her something else besides my dick today?
“Oh, baby, you always are so impatient for them.” Nina chuckles, going back to eating.
That’s when I feel something rubbing against my ankle. I look down to find Potato staring up at me.
I shoo him away with my boot, but that only makes him jump up on my leg.
Since when are rats so friendly?
“Fuck off,” I whisper to him, taking a step back.
“Crayton.” Rebecca practically hisses my name. “Can you come with me into my room for a sec?”
Now we’re talking; I deserve grade A pussy for the bullshit I just had to endure.
