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what
was happening. What the fuck was Antony doing? Even he could have taken them
out, if he had the balls to.
As if he knew
that I was thinking about him, a text flashed on my phone. He was keeping
Rachel company for the evening.
I didn’t think
that he wanted to fuck her. If anything, he felt like more of a father to her,
but he needn’t. I could take care of her. I was all that she needed.
Inside, one of
the brothers pulled the blinds and I started the car. I was done here for
tonight. I needed food and sleep.
Those were the
only things that I ever needed.
I dreamed, and
it was of Rachel.
It was when I
made her straddle me. Made her, made her, made her‒I forced her through
sheer terror, I needed to own up to that. But in the dream, I didn’t take smug
satisfaction in it. Instead, I was mesmerized by her. This golden creature put
her mouth on mine and sunk down on me, engulfing me in pure warmth. A lump
formed in my mouth and my eyes stung and to my horror, tears began to form. I
hadn’t cried in years and now liquid was falling onto my cheeks.
Rachel broke her
kiss and gazed at me, her lips curving into a smile as she saw me crying.
“Oh, Aaron,” she
said softly and kindly. “Don’t cry yet.” Suddenly, her eyes hardened. “I’m not
even half way done with you yet.” Her voice had changed into a deep tone that
wasn’t hers. It sounded demonic and I tried desperately to shove her away but
she had an iron grip on me. She laughed as I struggled and then her mouth
opened wide and something black flew out. It was a fly, and then another
followed, and then another. A continuous swarm emerged and I screamed.
My eyes flew
open to be confronted by the dark of the motel room with just a small shard of
false light creeping in through a gap in the curtain.
I threw the
blankets from me as I struggled for breath. Sweat covered my body and my heart
beat rapidly. Shit. How did I get so freaked out by a nightmare? Terror was for
children, not me, and I was the one who committed that terror. I was the
predator, not the victim.
“Bitch. Rachel,
you bitch,” I said to the empty room.
I reached for my
phone and hastily pressed her name in the contacts. It rang for a while before
her sleepy voice answered.
“What?”
I didn’t answer
straight away. My mouth was dry.
“Aaron?” she
asked. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” She sounded like she cared.
“Yeah. I just
pressed your name by mistake. Is Antony still there?” He shouldn’t have been.
Not at that hour.
“No, he left
hours ago.”
“Okay. Go back
to sleep.”
“Are you sure
you’re alright?” she pressed.
“Yeah. I’m
sorry.” I ended the call.
Chapter Seven
Another day of watching. The brothers
grabbed a football and headed to a nearby park. Young, strong and athletic.
That could be a problem.
I stayed
watching the mother. She waved her sons off before sitting down on the porch
and lighting a cigarette. She inhaled deeply as if this simple act gave her such
joy. She would have been pretty when she was younger; before time and stress
engraved lines deep in her skin to make her look older than she really was.
I tried to
imagine Rachel at her age. A mother? A loving mother? It didn’t really seem to
fit, just like the image of Rachel aging, that didn’t fit either.
And if she did,
she would age like her mother with smooth skin, excellent hair and stylish
outfits. No, the evil did not age with grace. Everything was a game to her
type, even outplaying time…
Not that Rachel
was evil. I had to get that fucking idea out of my head, but nor was she
innocent or naïve. That bitch that gave birth to her had destroyed that.
I tried to put
images of the mother and daughter out of my head. Why the hell did Antony want
these people dead? It wasn’t my business. It didn’t really matter anyway.
Too late, I
figured out that the woman was watching me. I’d parked too close and become
complacent by how utterly unthreatening
was happening. What the fuck was Antony doing? Even he could have taken them
out, if he had the balls to.
As if he knew
that I was thinking about him, a text flashed on my phone. He was keeping
Rachel company for the evening.
I didn’t think
that he wanted to fuck her. If anything, he felt like more of a father to her,
but he needn’t. I could take care of her. I was all that she needed.
Inside, one of
the brothers pulled the blinds and I started the car. I was done here for
tonight. I needed food and sleep.
Those were the
only things that I ever needed.
I dreamed, and
it was of Rachel.
It was when I
made her straddle me. Made her, made her, made her‒I forced her through
sheer terror, I needed to own up to that. But in the dream, I didn’t take smug
satisfaction in it. Instead, I was mesmerized by her. This golden creature put
her mouth on mine and sunk down on me, engulfing me in pure warmth. A lump
formed in my mouth and my eyes stung and to my horror, tears began to form. I
hadn’t cried in years and now liquid was falling onto my cheeks.
Rachel broke her
kiss and gazed at me, her lips curving into a smile as she saw me crying.
“Oh, Aaron,” she
said softly and kindly. “Don’t cry yet.” Suddenly, her eyes hardened. “I’m not
even half way done with you yet.” Her voice had changed into a deep tone that
wasn’t hers. It sounded demonic and I tried desperately to shove her away but
she had an iron grip on me. She laughed as I struggled and then her mouth
opened wide and something black flew out. It was a fly, and then another
followed, and then another. A continuous swarm emerged and I screamed.
My eyes flew
open to be confronted by the dark of the motel room with just a small shard of
false light creeping in through a gap in the curtain.
I threw the
blankets from me as I struggled for breath. Sweat covered my body and my heart
beat rapidly. Shit. How did I get so freaked out by a nightmare? Terror was for
children, not me, and I was the one who committed that terror. I was the
predator, not the victim.
“Bitch. Rachel,
you bitch,” I said to the empty room.
I reached for my
phone and hastily pressed her name in the contacts. It rang for a while before
her sleepy voice answered.
“What?”
I didn’t answer
straight away. My mouth was dry.
“Aaron?” she
asked. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” She sounded like she cared.
“Yeah. I just
pressed your name by mistake. Is Antony still there?” He shouldn’t have been.
Not at that hour.
“No, he left
hours ago.”
“Okay. Go back
to sleep.”
“Are you sure
you’re alright?” she pressed.
“Yeah. I’m
sorry.” I ended the call.
Chapter Seven
Another day of watching. The brothers
grabbed a football and headed to a nearby park. Young, strong and athletic.
That could be a problem.
I stayed
watching the mother. She waved her sons off before sitting down on the porch
and lighting a cigarette. She inhaled deeply as if this simple act gave her such
joy. She would have been pretty when she was younger; before time and stress
engraved lines deep in her skin to make her look older than she really was.
I tried to
imagine Rachel at her age. A mother? A loving mother? It didn’t really seem to
fit, just like the image of Rachel aging, that didn’t fit either.
And if she did,
she would age like her mother with smooth skin, excellent hair and stylish
outfits. No, the evil did not age with grace. Everything was a game to her
type, even outplaying time…
Not that Rachel
was evil. I had to get that fucking idea out of my head, but nor was she
innocent or naïve. That bitch that gave birth to her had destroyed that.
I tried to put
images of the mother and daughter out of my head. Why the hell did Antony want
these people dead? It wasn’t my business. It didn’t really matter anyway.
Too late, I
figured out that the woman was watching me. I’d parked too close and become
complacent by how utterly unthreatening
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