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“Going to be handled, my love.” I whisper back, bending as though I planned to kiss her, but I won’t because he wouldn’t. Her breath hitches as I let my lips caress her cheek. My love may be a deviant, a liar…
But so am I.
The smell of burning charcoal is heavy in the air, the large bonfire and the growing smell of harder liquor. Cora’s wide pale eyes settle on a group of kids all complaining about being sprayed with bug spray, their mother’s frustration growing. She’d much rather be back drinking with her unhelpful husband and his friends. None of her own. The other mothers are too busy pressing their breasts up for the group of husbands to lend a hand to the frustrated woman. I couldn’t care less about all that because the look in my loves eye’s is enough to shatter even the strongest hearts. The utter longing and, underneath that, anger.
“Man Oliver, maybe I should dip out for a few months. It seems to have worked for you guys.” It’s a joke, Tony makes them a lot, but I know the truth behind his desire. He hates his wife almost as much as Oliver hated Cora. I open my mouth before tipping the bourbon glass into it, blocking the slew of profanity that tried to escape.
Oliver. You’re Oliver.
“What can I say? She missed what I had to offer.” I respond carefully.
“Nah man, it's more than that. You guys barely used to look at each other. I don’t think your eyes have left her all night.” Jenson adds, downing the last of his beer. A pisswater drink that’s even worse than the bourbon Oliver used to drown himself with nightly.
I clock thesoon to be not an issuedetective by the BBQ pit blending and instructing the men there how to do it properly, making herself stand out more instead of blend in. The people of Lake Haven are far too polite to question why the complete stranger is here. Everyone assuming someone knows her from somewhere. I suppose we do.
“The pussy in Vegas was good, but there’s no place like home.” The words taste like shit in my mouth, but they all start into a riotous laugh, each one attempting to be louder than the other. If nothing else, it turns those pretty pale eyes back to me, the best place for them. Always on me, my love. By my side.
I focus my hearing listening to the surrounding conversation, all the women politely ignoring the elephant in the room.Me.Keeping the conversation light, as Cora excuses herself with that same sickening politeness. I know it’ll take mere seconds for the conversation to turn to gossip. I don’t bother excusing myself with the same practiced lines. The gaggle of people parting as I make a beeline for her. Sucking the air deeper through my lungs as I approach, letting her scent wash away all others, distracting me from the bad taste in my mouth. Wishing desperately I could still tasteheron my true tongue, feel her soaked walls clenching around me as she-
“Oliver!” Rachel’s hiss jolts me as she slams into my path, her long nails prodding my chest through the fitted t-shirt. “We need to talk now.” Her breath smells like charred hot dogs and cheap beer. Judging by the slur of her words, she’s been mixing with her pills again. Not very vegan of you, Rach.
I go to step around her when I meet Cora’s eyes, something else in them now that’s not quite sad but… resigned. One I’ve seen in his memories often and my heart constricts for it as she shakes her head. Her small hands clenched as she turns away from me towards the hill to the house. That rage from earlier bubbles over as a loathing smile carves up my face.
“Oliver baby, let's go somewhere private for a minute; I’ve missed you.” She slurs, petting my chest like I’m a fucking cat. It takes everything in me not to shove her off, and then some more as I turn that smile on her, gripping her wrist and leading her towards the houses. Out of the street… away from people.
I told you not to touch me again, didn’t I? I did warn her. I did everything I could do. My hands really are tied, aren’t they?
“Walk straight you’ll get us caught with all that stumbling around.” I whisper, seething as she reaches around grabbing at my flaccid cock. The poor appendage practically retracts. My own cock sinking back further into its slit as if to protect itself from her desperate grabbing.She isn’t touching me, she’s touching him.I tell it to myself as I practically drag her into the dark narrow walkway between our houses.
I don’t shove her away as she pushes me into the siding of the house, unwanted flashes of memories popping up in my mind like a grungy porn movie. Her mewling loudly as Oliver suckles at her oddly shaped tits. I force my face to stay impartial as her tongue meets my neck. “Mommy missed you so much. Mommy needs a fuck bad baby; can you fuck mommy?” She whines, and I stifle a laugh.
Oliver, you weird fuck.
“Baby’s dicky being shy?”
“So shy.” I growl, letting the monster into my voice. My voice, not his and she stills her drunken rubbing on my limp dick, stopping abruptly her face still buried in my neck.
“Mommy, is something wrong?” I growl again. My voice echoed as I split the skin at his face, letting it separate. The muggy air feels less offensive than the cool conditioned one inside, but it still hits like a whip. Her breath shutters as she draws back, her blue eyes wild with fear as she sees me…
The real me, the monster underneath the skin. The parasite puppeting the handsome host.
“Oh, my god!” She half screeches before I slap a hand over her mouth, keeping it closed.
“Now, now, Rachel, I did tell you to keep your hands off me. Didn’t I?” She’s thrashing wildly now, panic overriding everything. “Hush mommy, we don’t need a scene.” I taunt as she stares in horror at my face. “Breathe a word of this and I’ll suck the bile from your entrails and string up each and every one of your test-tube babies with it, yes?”
Gross, no.
She nods, tears streaming down her cheeks. I take a short moment to enjoy it. This fear is nothing compared to what she deserves all those years playing a hand in the torment of my love.
“Hey! Is everything okay over here?”
Fuck.
I release her mouth dipping my head and quickly urging the skin back in place as Rachel stumbles forward towards the fuckingsoon to be deaddetective and vomiting.
“Yes, of course. Rachel had a bit too much to drink and forgot the setting. All is well, detective.”
I turn towards her, smiling widely but she takes a step back. I already know what she saw, a seam. Tricky little fuckers, I can hear father now, that son is why you don’t rush the skin.
