by Dani René
Unless we do it to them. We can get revenge.
“Baby girl,” Pike’s voice comes from behind me in the dark, calming my erratic heartbeat that I know he can feel because his hand is on my breast. He’s been holding onto my tit for hours, and I haven’t moved because it gives me some kind of reassurance that he’s not going anywhere. If I can feel him against me, I know I’m safe.
“Yes?”
“You’ll tell me if there’s ever anything bothering you, right?” It’s as if he can read my mind sometimes. As if he can see the wheels inside my brain spinning a million miles a minute with the secrets I’ve kept from him.
“Yes, of course, Pike.”
“The only way we can make you feel better is if you tell me things.”
I know he’s needling his way in, he wants me to confess. Does he know what happened? Did he see? Or hear? The idea that Pike knows what happened to me makes me shudder. Granted, he did live in our home for a long while. That’s how we became closer, that’s how I fell in love with him. Just two kids unsure of how to be together when they were forbidden from birth.
Whenever I’m in this mood, he doesn’t like it. He won’t tell me, but I see it in the way he looks at me. There’s a sadness that burns in his blue eyes that reminds me just how fucked up I am. I hurt him and there’s nothing I can do about it.
He sighs, rising from the bed before he pads into the living room. There’s a deafening silence, only broken by the lighter flicking and him inhaling a long drag of his smoke. The creak of leather echoes when he moves, and then I hear it. He groans and I’m off the bed, racing into the living room. He’s at the window, watching the couple across the way. They’re fucking again. The lights are on and they’re clearly enjoying themselves.
My body tingles, and I notice Pike’s hand moving over his crotch. I’m saddened that he’s not behind me—fucking me—and that he has the need to watch them fuck. Does he not love me anymore?
The anger my thoughts conjure up have my feet moving. I’m in the kitchen, silently picking up Gigi who’s lying on the table. I move effortlessly to the door and once I’m on the landing, I race down the stairs and across the road. He won’t see me in the dark, perhaps he will but I don’t care.
When I shove my way into their building, I’m up the stairs and moving to the second floor in no time. Adrenalin pumps through my veins. I must look crazy, but then again, I am.
When I reach the floor they’re on, I note only five doors that it could be. Barefoot, I make my way over the worn carpet, but when I reach the end of the hallway, I hear them. The grunts and squeals.
Reaching for the handle, I shove open the worn wooden door and find the foyer empty. With a soft click, the door closes. My heart is thudding wildly in my throat.
They’re so loud, they don’t hear me as I inch my way into the room. I’m certain Pike sees me now. He can’t not see me from our apartment with the room blacked out. I offer a wave before I launch at the man. Shoving Gigi into his back and twisting it hard, I smile as blood spurts from the wound, drenching me. I which I had a bigger blade that would sink right through, hitting the dark hair that darkens his chest.
The woman attempts a scream which is muffled by my hand as I press her against the window. She’s tiny. Then again, so am I, but I’m stronger. Her body is trembling against mine. Her hands flailing as I stare into her soulless eyes. Jealousy burns through me knowing my Daddy was watching her get fucked. Did he like her? Did he want to fuck her too? I don’t like that he was hard for her. Me. I’m his girl. He’s only supposed to get hard for me.
“You whore! Fucking in the window like this. Do you like men jerking off over you?” I hiss in her face, smiling when her eyes widen with fear. “My Daddy is mine. Do you hear me? Mine! He loves me. Not you. You’re nothing but a filthy whore. A slut who wants men looking at her.” I lift Gigi, placing her at the slut’s throat, “time to go night-night,” I grin, slicing a smooth line from left to right. “You’re a slut, you’re a whore, you deserve to die perched on all fours. Your holes are fucked, your mouth is torn. Trying to steal my Daddy, makes me angry, and Gigi said we need to make you regret being born.”
Smiling down at the corpse, I want to wait until pales, but I know Pike’s probably on his way here. Shaking my head, I make sure to wipe the surfaces where my hands have been and leave the building satisfied that Daddy is still mine.
“Molly, what the fuck did you do?” Pike’s deep voice is troubled when he finds me in the street. I’m drenched in blood from that bitch. He tries to touch me, but I pull away. I don’t love him when he looks at other girls. They must all fucking die. I hate them all.
“Leave me alone.”
I start running, but I hear his boots behind me. I know we’re in for a fight and there’s no way I can get away from Pike. I’m strong, but he’s stronger. I can run, but he’s faster. It’s only a matter of time before he catches me.
The sound of my shoes on the concrete play out a melody. Pike’s deep voice behind me, calling to me, makes me giggle.
I know I shouldn’t laugh, he’s probably angry with me for what I did, but sometimes, I get jealous. I don’t like it when other girls look at my daddy, and I certainly don’t want him looking at them. It makes my body hot, my blood feels like it’s boiling through my veins.
I’m about to turn around the corner when a large hand grips my arm, tugging me backward, causing me to slam into his solid frame.
“You’re a bad, bad girl, Molls,” Pike growls in my ear, making my thighs squeeze together. “Do you want me to punish you like a bad girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmur as he pulls me into the alleyway out of sight. There are broken bottles, garbage, and all sorts of shit lying around, but the only thing I see is Pike. He presses me up against the wall, his body pinning me between two hard objects—him and the bricks behind me.
“You cannot just go out doing shit like that,” he grunts, his cock poking my belly. I know he likes when I do things like that.
“I don’t like when you look at other girls,” I pout, lifting my gaze to meet his heated one. Those blue orbs spill over like waves crashing through me as he stares down at me. His one hand is planted against the wall beside my head, and his free hand is snaking its way between my legs.
“The only girl I look at is you, the only girl I touch is you,” he murmurs while his fingers taunt my pussy. I’m wet. I’m so fucking wet.
“Daddy’s fingers taunt and tease. Daddy’s fingers make me wet. Fuck me daddy, show me what you’ve got. I want Daddy’s dick inside me please.”
He shakes his head no. “You’ve been naughty. I don’t fuck naughty girls,” Pike smirks. His fingers taunt me as he leans in further, his mouth at my ear. “If you ever do something like that again, I’ll never put my dick inside your pretty little pussy again. Am I understood?”
His thumb finds my clit, circling it methodically—one, two, three, four… Then he stops all movement which only causes my hips to buck into his hand, seeking the friction he offers.
“Please, daddy,” my voice is a raspy whimper.
“Be a good girl and walk home with me. Then I may think about fucking you, baby girl.” He releases me, then laces his fingers through mine as he leads me back down the road to our apartment. I know he’ll fuck me when we get there. If there’s one thing I know about daddy, it’s that he always wants me.
Long Lost Brother
Pike
It’s a new day and is starts without me inside of Molly, which is kind of unusual. I think she’s finally coming to terms with the fact that her birthday is the day after tomorrow, but probably not that she will have been alive for a quarter of a century.
I’m not that far behind her, but it’s the one thing that we don’t do together, and I know it fucks with her sometimes. Of course, I think that had we been born on the same day and at the same time, we would have already shared far too much than we already do.
Nothing is ever too much for my
gal, I think with a small smile as she stirs in my arms.
“Good morning,” I say to her gently.
“Hi Pike,” she replies tiredly with a yawn.
Pike. Not Daddy; fucking Pike.
I try my best not to let my body deflate in the disappointment I’m feeling. It’s just one of those days where she’s actual Molly and not my baby girl, which I haven’t been privileged to lately. It should be a happy moment to actually “see” her again, and I’ll do my best not to bring up the past nights’ events. Molly wouldn’t appreciate those things—not the way my baby girl would.
“Hungry?” I ask, sliding off the bed and getting to my feet.
“Not really.”
Molly rolls onto her back and rubs the sleep from her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. I can’t help but smile back because of how sweet and innocent she looks right now. Freshly roused from her rest, hair wild around her head, and sleepy eyes watching me like a predator.
Maybe she’s not completely back yet, maybe she is.
I won’t know for sure until the day continues, and that’s a game I’m willing to play.
I shrug as I turn and make my way out of our bedroom. I make a quick stop in the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a leak before I go into the kitchen. She may not be hungry but there’s nothing that’s gonna stop this girl from getting her morning coffee, so I press the button on the machine and let it brew.
I can hear her feet as she shuffles around the bedroom, then slips into the bathroom, followed by the sound of the shower turning on a few short moments after.
With the shake of my head, I decide to go into the living room and have my morning smoke. I’ve thought a few times about kicking this habit, but then we’ll go on a crazy little adventure and the toxins help calm my nerves. I light one and lean back in the chair, taking a long drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs. Today will be a good day regardless of what version of Molly I get because I refuse to let it be anything else.
A knock at the door draws my attention and curiosity. No one ever bothers to come to our place unless they’re invited, yet it seems we have a visitor. I get to my feet, deciding it’s best to take care of this before Molly’s done with her shower since I don’t know what kind of mood she’ll be in.
“Yeah?” I ask, as I crack the door open and peek out into the hallway.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“I’m not here for any trouble, Pike. I’m just here to see how my sister is doing.”
I level an even stare back into the steely blue eyes of Tobias, Molly’s older brother, and I scoff.
“She’s fine. Fuck off,” I reply, pushing the door closed again, but he sticks his foot into the small crack I’ve left, holding it open.
“I’d rather hear it from her,” he shoots back.
I chuckle and kick his foot out of the opening, push it closed completely, then undo the lock chain. I unlock the door but decide to leave it up to him to decide if he really wants to come in here as I head back into the living room and turn the T.V. on. I yawn widely before I take another drag from my smoke, flipping through channels to find something more mindless than him to drown him out when he starts talking again.
I don’t even bother glancing in his direction again when he walks in the front door, slamming it behind him. He’s either doing that to piss me off or get Molly’s attention, or maybe even both. I would have to honestly give a shit and I don’t. Tobias will talk to Molly, she’ll tell him everything’s grand, and he’ll fuck off for another year.
He takes a seat in the love-seat across from me and makes himself comfortable. I’m not entirely sure how long he thinks he’s going to be here, but as soon as Molly’s had her chance to say her peace, he’ll be lucky if I don’t toss him through the fucking door.
“That shit’s bad for you, man,” he says, waving a hand in front of his face. The smoke lingers in the room, forming a silver-white cloud of toxic air. I glance in his direction as I take another drag from my smoke and blow it at him, before stubbing it out in the ashtray. I didn’t do it for him—I did it for her since I know that she hates it sometimes too—even if she won’t say it to me.
I bend an arm behind my head and stare at the drama show that’s just starting on the screen. I have no idea what the fuck it is, but perhaps I’ll be able to pick up some tips for the next time we decide to go out and have a little fun.
I need to check our supply of magical paper.
“Tobi?”
I turn my head to the right and smile when I see Molls standing just inside the living room, a towel wrapped firmly around her small frame, and her damp hair resting on her bare shoulders. She looks so damn cute when she’s as disheveled as she is right now and the look of stunned curiosity on her face only adds to it. No matter how old Molly is, she’s always that lost little girl on the inside.
“Molly!” he says happily as he gets to his feet. I watch the scene unfold from the couch. He rushes over to where she’s standing, wraps her up in a tight hug that she doesn’t return, then takes a step back to look at her.
“How have you been?” he asks.
“I’m fine. Pike takes good care of me,” she replies quietly.
I smile, even though I can tell she’s uncomfortable having him here. She doesn’t like to talk about our relationship with any of the bastards that call themselves family and I don’t blame her. I don’t tell my family shit about us because it’s none of their fucking business what we do. We’re both grown, consenting adults, and what we do has no bearing on anyone other than us.
“That’s good,” he remarks tightly. I turn my attention back to the show that’s droning on, wondering how long it’ll be before Molly snaps. I can feel it in the air—it’s like when the hair on the body stands up right before lightning strikes.
Maybe one day he’ll fucking get that she doesn’t want him around.
Of course, for that to happen, she has to snap at him, which I don’t think she’s capable of doing. The lost little girl deep inside of her loves him too much to do it.
“Okay,” she says indifferently. “Was there anything else?”
“Um, actually, yeah there is. You got a birthday coming up soon and I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch with me today? Just the two of us,” he adds pointedly. “It would be nice to catch up.”
Lunch?
I glance quickly at the clock on the wall and realize that we’ve slept till’ almost noon. Guess it’s not morning after all.
Molly’s nervous gaze lingers on me. Not once have I ever made her ask me for my permission to do anything, and with as much as I fucking hate Tobias, this is no different.
“Have fun, baby,” I say, eyes still on the screen.
I can hear her sigh of relief as well as her brother’s and I roll my eyes since I know neither of them can see me do it.
She comes over and places a gentle kiss on my cheek, and I turn my eyes up toward her smiling, running a finger down the side of her face.
“We’ll be back soon,” she promises me quietly.
“As long as you have fun,” I reply, still smiling.
Molly’s eyes reflect confusion, then darken as a knowing smile creases across her lips. She knows what I want her to do and she’ll take it as a challenge, as a way of her testament of love for me.
“I plan on it,” she whispers hotly into my ear before she pulls away and heads back to the bedroom to get dressed.
She reappears about ten minutes later and as her and Tobias head toward the front door, she runs back to kiss me hungrily, straddling me while her brother watches us with disdain. As Molly continues her lustful assault, I open an eye and look at Tobias, raise a hand, and make an air gun motion in his direction.
If Molly doesn’t have fun with him today, then I will by the end of the evening.
Especially now that he knows just how close we are.
Bloody Lunch
Molly
My brother.
We’ve never reall
y gotten along, and when he’s here, I hate how he looks at me and Pike. With judgmental eyes. All of my family does. They don’t understand that I need Pike’s stability to calm my mind. The erratic thoughts that race through me don’t get better with medication. It’s love that heals me.
“So,” Tobias says with a smile as we sit at a small table in a cafe not far from the apartment. I brought him here because I know if I need Pike, he’s only a few blocks away.
“So?” I meet his eyes, those that still hold confusion at my choice, at the life I lead. He doesn’t know the real me, not like Pike does. And he doesn’t know just how broken I am. Which is fine with me because I don’t need my family trying to break me and Pike up. Because if he knew…
“I’ve missed you, Molls,” he smiles, an attempt at brotherly affection.
“It’s Molly, Tobias,” I bite out in frustration. The only person who can call me Molls is my Daddy. “And I haven’t seen you in so long, I’d thought you would’ve forgotten you have a sister.”
He sighs, sitting back as the waitress sets down the two glasses of water and coffees we ordered when we walked in. I wait for him to respond, to apologize, but that’s going to take a long time before I’ll ever hear something like that from him, or from anyone in my family for that matter.
“I have missed you, Molly,” he finally utters. His hands shake as he lifts the mug to his lips. I watch him sip the steaming liquid and my mind falters for a moment, imagining his skin peeling from his skull as the hot liquid burns its way down like acid dripping over his porcelain skin.
Little Molly and her brother, born to a liar. Their daddy is a fuck up, their mommy is too, it’s time for little Molly to run away, because of the things they make her do.
“I’m doing very well by myself, Tobias. As you can see, I’m not ill,” I tell him, smiling as if the world is my oyster. And it is.
“Molly, you can’t seriously be living with Pike,” he utters the name with disgust. Anger burns through me at the way he spits out Daddy’s name. Like he’s nothing. As if he’s the bad one. Tobias is the one who’s blinded by our families lies.
