Page 19 of Ashes to Ashes
The guys start wailing on Dad, he screams, pleading for me to make them stop. I won’t, he deserves this and more.
“Cala, I signed it. Make them stop!” He yells, but I just yawn and pretend to check my nails. Does the yelling ever stop? My god.
I wish! They never shut up until they’re dead…maybe we get some duct tape for their mouth next time?
When he blacks out, the guy's step back. I admire the number they did on him. His arms and face are turning black. There’s blood dripping from his lip and nose.
Hunter hands me a knife and I walk over to him, knowing this will get his attention. I slash at his chest and he jumps awake, “Good, you’re awake.” I continue making cuts up and down his body, watching them as they start to bleed.
He whimpers, “Cala, I love you. Please stop. We can get past this.”
“You love me? You let Uncle Tom assault me. You let the family treat me like shit. You treated me like shit. Don’t even get me started on what happened with Savannah. There’s no coming back from that.” And with one final force of strength, I plunge the knife into his stomach. Not his heart because I want him awake when I set things on fire. That seems like more fun.
It is. You’ll love it.
Daze lights my torch and shows me how to use it because Lily was the one lighting things up. Once the lesson is over, I turn back to my pitiful father.
“It’s time for you to go, Daddy,” I say as I swipe the flame across his body leaving his throat and face alone. His screams are like music to my ears and I want to hear him as his skin is burned to the bone.
This is fun.
Told you.
I don’t stop until I can’t smell anything but burnt flesh and his screams finally stop. Hunter takes the torch from me as Peck slices his throat, I stand watching the blood drip down onto his melting skin below. Now he’s dead for sure.
Ashes to ashes…
“We will take care of this, go take a break,” Hunter says. He and Daze start cleaning up my dead father as Peck leads me to the car.
He sets me in the back seat, something comes over me. As Peck turns to go help the guys, I reach out and grasp his wrist pulling him back to me until his lips crash with mine.
Dropping my hold on his wrist, I hurriedly unbutton my pants and slide them down my legs, while Peck unzips his jeans enough to pull his cock out. God, I'll never get used to how big my men are.
He lines up and thrusts it in my already drenched pussy, making me cry out, “You feel so good.”
He grunts, “You do, too.”
I ask him to go faster, harder, make it hurt and he doesn’t disappoint. As the guys come out of the warehouse, I lock eyes with Hunter and come. Peck follows me, breathing heavily.I needed that.
“You okay?” he asks, helping me up so I can pull my jeans back on.
“Yeah, I needed that. Thank you.”
He nods and helps me into the front passenger seat as the guys slide in.
“What now?” Daze asks.
“I’m hungry,” I say and Hunter laughs, pulling away from the warehouse. I’m not sure what they did to clean up or what they did with my dad. But the letter on the dash will send my mom over the edge and I’m ready for it.
After we eat, the guys take me home. They stay for a while, watching TV then playing video games. Daze orders pizza and we pig out while I wait for Mom to read the letter.
I left it on the kitchen table, right next to the coffee mug that reads wife. I thought that was a nice touch. That’s just the first step in my revenge on her. I need something big, something outlandish.
What I have in mind requires the dead bodies that have been left in our wake.
Pictures.
I guess I could use pictures. But I also need her to look crazy.
