Blood on my hands

86. Blood on my hands

🖤🖤🖤 West 🖤🖤🖤

Looks like somebody had their first fight. I cannot help but wonder if I am the reason behind it. I wanted to listen to her voice when I called. It didn’t take me much to figure out she was at his place late at night.

I am not jealous or anything. She can fuck anyone she wants. But the problem is them getting closer would mean she wouldn’t even talk to me or give me any chance.

That’s why I sent that text at unsourly hour. It was a long shot.

But I think it worked.

I must be damn lucky. I snort at the thought.

She refused to meet me tonight and said we can talk at my party this weekend. But with Jacob hovering around her, I am not sure how I will do that. I just need to figure out some way to keep Jacob away from her that night.

....

I pick up a pile of dirty laundry from Alfred’s room to clean up. It fucking stinks. His clothes, and his room in general, stinks real bad. Sometimes I want to burn his stuff. Truth is sometimes I want to burn this house too.

I need to clean up the house for the party. With hockey practice, studies, cooking and selling fucking drugs, I barely have any time left to take care of this house.

“I don’t want you at home on the weekend.” I tell Alfred.

“Why?”

“I am having a party. I don’t want you around my friends.”

He snorts, “You have friends?”

I don’t answer and go to the kitchen after putting clothes into the laundry machine.

“Why are you having a party?”

I almost tell him it’s my 18th birthday. Finally, an adult.

“First winning of the season.”

He chuckles. “Overconfident brat.”

I am not.

I just know.

I saw the tapes of the other team’s matches. They suck.

Even if they don’t, we are good enough to win, anyway. Matches usually get harder in the middle of the season.

“And where will I go?”

“Go die! least that I care,” I say casually, while loading the dishwasher.

“Didn’t you receive the money yet?”

“No.” I lie.

“Why?” he asks in frustration.

“Call and ask her.”

Every month or two, I receive some money in my account. It’s my joint account with my Mom. It used to make me furious when I received money before. I thought if she cared enough, why would she leave me to die here?

But ever since Alfred stopped working, I have learned to appreciate it.

Sometimes it’s a few hundred dollars. Sometimes a few thousand. It helps with my sports gear. There is no way I could afford to play otherwise.

Alfred used to get furious with me when I spent money on my gear. He had attacked me a year ago for this very reason. I felt so ashamed. I wanted to stop talking to my friends and stop going to school after that incident. Too bad he still couldn’t stop me from playing. I like to think my mom sends this money. I freaking hope so.

After cleaning the entire house and cooking, I get exhausted and lie in my bed.

My phone vibrates, and I see Riley’s text.

Riley: ‘Miss you.’

I roll my eyes. We met at school today. What’s there to miss?

Me: ‘Come to my place.’

Alfred is drunk and sleeping. We could fuck each other with no worries.

Riley: ‘Maybe… Only if you use better words.’

Me: ‘I wouldn’t call it making love if I plan to screw you hard from behind.’

Riley: ‘We rarely do skin to skin.’

I sigh. I don’t like it. It feels too close and personal. It stirred too many emotions in me when I was with Natalie. So I try to avoid it with Riley as much as I can.

Me: ‘Come on.. Come here.’

Riley: ‘Ok. But we will do what I want.’

Me: ‘We will see about that.’

I fall asleep in my bed, waiting for Riley. After half an hour, I hear a knock on the door and I go downstairs.

My stomach churns when I hear Riley talking to someone across the door. I open the door and see Caleb talking to her. Caleb looks at me and smirks with a ‘Got Ya‘ look on his pathetic face.

“Never knew you had such a beautiful girlfriend, West!”

I give him a tight smile and ask Riley to wait inside.

“Bye beautiful… Hope to meet you again,” Caleb says to her and I want to break his jaw.

I lock the door behind and hiss at him, “You aren’t supposed to come here.”

“Don’t tell me what I am supposed to do!”

“This girl must be a good lay in bed...” he says and I clench my fists.

He notices and grins. “She is way more beautiful than that last girl.. what was her name... Natalie.. “

I glare at him. I didn’t expect him to remember.

“Yeah boy, I remember, and I keep tabs on you.”

I get it. He wants some big fucking favor. He wouldn’t threaten me for no reason.

“Stop beating around the bush. Come to the point!” I snap and he hands me a heavy package from his bag.

“This is worth a lot. Keep it safe for a week and if something happens to it. I will recover my money by selling both of your-“

“One more word and I will kill you,” I warn him in a low voice.

He tilts his head at me and says, “You are learning our ways... It’s a good thing!”

He turns and walks away saying, “Do you have any idea how many girls go missing in USA each week?... Keep my stuff safe West. I will come to get it in a week.”

It takes my whole willpower not to attack him. If I get blood on my hands someday, Caleb will be the first one. Then I will probably kill Alfred too. That fucker. I am paying the price for his mess every single day.

I get inside and hide the package in the bathroom. I will have to choose a better spot in my room once Riley leaves. Somewhere Alfred cannot find it. He is usually too drunk and stupid to understand the implications of his actions.

“I didn’t know you were friends with big scary dudes,” Riley says, leaning on the kitchen counter, taking a bite of strawberry she took out from the fridge.

“Next time you see him. Keep your distance. Don’t even talk to him.”

She frowns and asks, “Why? He seemed friendly enough... Scary to look at, but nice to talk to...”

I prowl towards her and say in a low voice, “He might be friendly to talk to. But he is the kind who rape girls and leave them on the sidewalk naked in the middle of night...”

Riley’s face pales. I grab her hair and say, “So when I say avoid him. You do that!”

Then I kiss her before she can ask me anything. She must be thinking why I am friends with a fucking rapist. I have no stomach to tell her. Reality is much worse.

I have risked her safety too.

I kiss her senseless, tasting the raw strawberry in her mouth. Then pull her dress above her tiny waist while she lowers my trousers and shorts. My cock springs out and is thick and throbbing to fuck her. I pick her one leg and place it over the kitchen counter. She is on her tiptoes. I slide her panty aside and push my cock inside without preparing her.

She yelps with discomfort, but I am too angry and frustrated to care about anything right now. When She doesn’t object, it makes me even more furious. I slam into her again and again, hoping to get some anger or reaction out of her.

Why does she take shit from me?

She has her own voice. Why doesn’t she fucking use it? I want her to object and fight me, question me like Natalie does. Timid girls like her wouldn’t make it a day in the dark world I see every night.

And then I see a flash of anger in her eyes. I grab her hips so tight I am sure she is hurting.

And Finally, she snaps and surprises me with a hard slap across my face. My face tingles with warmth from where her palm landed.

That was nice for a change. I look at her intensity with my cock still stuffed inside her.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!”

I tear her dress and throw it away. Then bite her nipple between my teeth while pinching the other. When I try to turn her and bend her over the counter, she snaps, “No! Be with me or without me! There is no in-between West!”

I smirk. Looks like she wouldn’t bend for me today.

She always complains I fuck her from behind as if I don’t wanna be with her. I barely know what I want. Good luck trying to figure it out.

We fuck each other raw, over the kitchen floor, just the way she wants it. She bites and scratches me like a cat to show her aggression when she doesn’t like me getting intense. It’s a pleasant change from soft and tender Riley I know. She doesn’t look like the kitten she usually is when I am upset. Right now, she looks like a wildcat.

Once I have fucked her enough times, I lay on my back, tired. She rides me like a Goddamn Goddess. With sweat dripping from her body and juices dripping from her pussy, I don’t mind that she is doing this just to wring me out. It’s her way of getting back at me.

It looks like I have finally unlocked a new level in her. I am actually enjoying this.

She lies on top of me, exhausted after climaxing one more time. The fucking skin to skin, she demands.

“That was intense,” she says.

Yes, it was.

As my eyes get heavy with sleep, I try to think if I am supposed to warn Natalie too.

An open threat has come my way for the first time. I had cut her out of my life for a much smaller risk.

I text her before falling asleep.

Me: ‘There is something serious I need to talk about.’