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Oh my god.Did he just say his dads were killers too?What the hell kind of family were they? No wonder he was such a psycho!
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Blaze
WhydidIjusttell her that? I guess I thought she’d be horrified, or more afraid, although probably not heartbroken, because I was right about him being an asshole.
Instead she was just kind of stunned and quiet, and that was kinda boring. I closed the door and went downstairs, because outside of doing what I was doing to her, I really had no purpose right now, did I?
It’d been partially about paying her back for what she did, and partially about taking what had always been mine, even though I felt attraction and some love for her, and it had been crushed beneath the hate.
Had I imagined it’d go down exactly like this? No, I don’t think I’d really thought that far ahead, had I? Take her, own her… then what? The idea of impregnating her was definitely my new burning urge, but then what? Keep her longer? Kill her? Raise a fucking kid on my own?
I was smart enough to realise that I hadn’t been raised to be normal, and that was down to the twisted nature of my parents’ relationship and beginnings. Was starting out with Anneka in the same way really going to do a better job of anything? I sat on a stool at the kitchen counter, and rested my chin in my hand. What the hell was I doing?
“Blaze?”What the fuck?I lunged up from the stool and turned to see my parents in the living room, all fucking three of them.
I immediately cupped my hands in front of my junk as I glared at them, as pissed at the knowing smirks on my dads’ faces, as I was at the unexpected intrusion.
“What the hell are you guys doing here?”
Mum rolled her eyes, folding her arms as she stood between my dads.
“That’s a delightful way to greet your parents, Blaze. I take it you haven’t seen our messages?”
Messages? What the hell messages was she on about? I turned to look for my phone and heard my dads start laughing again. Oh Jesus, now I was flashing my bare butt at them, wasn’t I?
“Can I at least get dressed?”
They seemed to agree with that suggestion, so I ran upstairs to grab some of those dated looking sweats, and a t-shirt of mine that I’d brought here. I loved band merch, and mostly listened to rock and metal, so theFive Finger Death Puncht-shirt was a favourite of mine.
Back downstairs, I realised pretty fast that mum had disappeared somewhere else.
“Where’s mum?” Dad Gray was sitting down at the breakfast bar, while my other dad was making coffee.
“She’s gone to check on your uhprey,“ he said, catching my other dad’s eye as he turned away from the coffee machine.
“She’s what?” Dad Gray caught my arm as I tried to turn and leave, and he winced and released me, as he wrapped his hand over his forearm. It was the arm he’d burned years ago. The nerve damage he’d been left with had left him with frequent pain and weakness in that arm, but he usually never showed any reaction to using it.
“Dad?”
He pointed to the stool beside him using the other hand, as he rested the injured one in his lap.
“Sit the fuck down.”
I frowned as I joined him, and dad Dory passed coffee to each of us.
“How’s it going?”
The weirdest question for the situation, right? How’s my kidnap and rape scenario going? And just as confusing was the answer to that question, because I had no idea right now.
“Uh… I… uh we…Jesus… I don’t know what exactly you’re asking me, dad.”
He grinned. “Dory said we should check that you’re not scaring her too much or something. I mean, with your mum, she kinda found some of it hot right from the start. Is that the case with Anneka?”
Was it? I had no idea. I slumped as I stared at my drink, ignoring the sympathetic look on dad Dory’s face.
“I don’t know, dad. It’s different from you guys, isn’t it? It’s just me, not two people, and I don’t know how much that changed the dynamic for you guys.”
