Page 11 of Deadly Web
The closer I get, the louder noises get and what I hear is someone moaning. That has me picking up my pace, while still trying to be quiet.Who the fuck?Then my dad’s voice grunts out in between the moans, and all I want to do now is vomit.
“That’s it, my sweet girl. Just like that, Sky,” he groans, and I put my hand over my mouth to keep myself from gagging.
Who the fuck is Sky? My mind races with the question. Is this the girl he has been messing around with all this time? Reaching the door, I see it’s already cracked. Quietly pushing it open some more, I peek in and see my dad and someone else in the room going at it.
Her moans fill the room along with his grunts, not to mention the slapping noises.Now my eyes need to be burned, and I could be deaf forever after this. Just as I’m about to move out of the doorway and pull the door shut, my dad moves over justenough that I see the girl he’s fucking, and immediately I cover my mouth.Charlee?!
I gasp but realize my mistake when my dad’s head whips around, catching me standing in the doorway like a peeping Tom. Covering my mouth, I take off running down the hallway and out the front door. My feet carry me, never stopping until finally, I collapse on the ground out of breath, the rocks in the road digging into my skin.
My best friend in the entire world is fucking my dad! My dad, the monster that I just found out he is, is sticking his dirty dick inside my best friend.Oh, hell no, I have to tell Charlee.
My knees are scraped up from the asphalt, and I realize I ran to the cemetery when I look around. The one place I will forever feel safe. How could they? Why would she? He’s literally been around her whole life. My mind runs a million miles a second with all the unanswered questions.
God, what will he do now that he knows I saw? Maybe I can just tell him they can do what they want. I don’t know, but I do know that he's not a great guy, and I refuse to keep falling victim to his bullshit. Now to put my foot down so my friend will open her eyes to the pedophile he is.
“Well, that was unexpected.” Sadie makes a gagging noise beside me, and I cut my eyes in her direction.
“I just don’t understand, and I have so many questions. At the end of the day, yes, it's her life and her business, but we tell each other everything,” I reply and drop my head, because in all honesty, I have my own secrets I have kept from Charlee. Like Sadie and Kai, for instance. How bad I let the demons get, but those are my burdens to bear and no one else's.
“Come on, Little Ruin. We can spend the day here, and it'll give her time to leave. Jeremy might leave; you never know. He’s still wondering about your mom,” Kai says reassuringly, his shadows surrounding him while he changes from spider to demon form.It’s still weird to see him in this big, scary demon form. Deep down he’s not scary at all.
“Wake up, Quinn Reaper,” Sadie whispers, gently nudging my shoulder. I try to roll but hear Kai grunt beside me.Did we all just nap in the cemetery?Let’s just add to the creep factor at this point.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” I reply, rubbing my face and sitting up. Kai is about as close as he can be to me without actually trying to wear my skin. Sadie is standing in front of me with her tiny hand on her hip, tapping her foot like the impatient doll she is.
“Keep tapping that foot, doll, and I’ll break it off,” Kai mummers as he tries to sit up. Sadie just huffs out in annoyance at him and looks back at me.
“Time to face the music and go see daddy dearest. I want to know if he will say anything to you,” she cheers and starts skipping away to the front of the cemetery.
“Alright, Little Ruin. Let’s go, don’t wanna make the little dolly mad,” Kai mocks, and I can’t help but chuckle. He stands, lending me a hand and helping me up to my feet.
“Mmm, she only gets mad at you. Not me.” I chuckle and take off after Sadie.
We walk through the gates of the cemetery and back towards my house. Thank God it’s not super far. I really just want to get all this over with. The whole day has been shit. The first person I want to call and talk to is Charlee, but I can't until I find out why my dad is sleeping with my best friend.
I also would love to hear him admit all the shit about what happened back in the day at the tracks that night with Savannah too. I’m so caught up in my own thoughts I don’t even realize we’ve made it back home. I stand there, frozen, looking at the front door. I want to go in but my feet won’t move, afraid of what my dad will do or say. I swallow thickly, the noise audible.
One step in front of the other, I walk to the door, reaching out, I turn the handle and push it open. As I step in and look around, there in the living room my dad sits, watching something on the TV. Sadie and Kai immediately disappear,wish I could too.Walking into the living room, I plop down on the couch, and he looks over at me.
“How was school?” he asks nonchalantly, and I’m stunned for a second, because that’s not the question I was ready for.
“It was good, just another day closer to graduation,” I reply, trying not to meet his intense stare.
“That’s good. I need to talk to you, but I’m going to get us a drink first. Want one?” he asks, standing from his chair. I just nod my head in reply. He takes off to the kitchen, and I sit here, my leg bouncing like it’s about to take off, waiting for him to come back to get this ‘talk’ over with.
He walks back in and hands me a glass of water before sitting back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his crystal cup. I take a huge gulp of my water and then turn to face him.
“What’s your question, Dad?” I ask, taking another sip of the cool water to quince my dry mouth.
“What did you see today in that room?” he replies, raising a brow and turning slightly in his chair to face me.
“Oh, you mean the guest room? The one you were fucking my best friend in?” I seethe, not holding back anymore.
“How long, Dad, because Mom knew you were cheating. We could all smell it on you. My best friend though, seriously?” I finish, and at this point, he’s glaring daggers at me. If looks could kill, his would.
“First off, don't worry about me and her. That’ll never be any of your business,” he states. But he’s dead wrong, it is my business. “Secondly, I still haven’t seen or heard from your mom. Have you? This isn’t like her,” he finishes and just stares at me, waiting for an answer.
“Well, first off, Father, we will get to all that. I want to know about Charlee and what you did to a girl named Savannah at the tracks in high school. Oh, let’s not forget Tripp, that’s his name right?” I taunt, and I can see the rage take over, and his eye starts twitching. I gulp down another drink of my water. I’m not sure why I feel so funny, but I do, and my chest feels weird. I let it slide though, maybe it’s my anxiety.
