Damaged Love (Bound Series Book 2) (10 page)

“Please, let me go, I will never hurt her again. I swear.”

“Too bad I don’t fucking believe you.” I slap him hard and hear his nose break.

“You mother fucker. You will pay for this.”

“Oh please, you don’t even know who I am. Kayla will be here soon and she will give you what you deserve but before that, I am going to show you how it feels to be tortured.”

“She will never do it. I know that
Superstar
will save me.”

“Funny how you think you know her. Guess what? She paid me to come out here. She paid me for the drugs that killed your brother, and she is paying me to fuck you like you did her.”

I pull him out of the chair and throw him on the ground.

He tries to fight but it does him no good. My guys have him held down, and I have his jeans down around his ankles.

He is begging me.

“Beg please, god beg. I love it when a little bitch begs.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know your name but please tell Kayla I am sorry. It was all my brother. He was the mastermind.”

“Oh isn’t that grand, you are blaming your dead brother. He can’t even defend himself.”

“I swear on my life that it was him.”

“That is not what I hear.”

I breathe in his ear. “I hear that you were worse than he was, that you took great pleasure in hurting Kayla. That it was you who also took great pleasure in raping her. That it was you who would beat her. That it was you, Elijah, that burned her with cigarettes.”

And in one swift motion, I have him flipped around and I have my cigarette pressed against his neck.

He is breathing heavy and screaming each time I touch him with the cherry end of the cigarette.

“You thought I was going to rape you, didn’t you? I am not like you, I don’t have to rape someone to get them in bed, but I had your bitch ass scared shitless. You are no man, more like a little mouse.” I flip the switch on high, and he screams in pain.

I knock him out and tell the goons to place him back in the car and make sure all traces are gone.

I send Kayla a message to tell her that he is ready.

***

It’s pouring outside. I see the black car sitting on the side of the road. I tell VI to stay in the beast.

I get out and walk over to the car. He is bleeding and has bruises everywhere. Damn I see the cigarette burns along his collar bone and have to laugh because those bitches hurt.

I put a pair of latex gloves on and open his car door. He jumps at the sound and looks at me.

“
Superstar
, I knew you would save me, I told them that you would save me...”

I look at him with pure hatred, grab the rig, and drew back the syringe filling it with air. I move his neck so I can get to his carotid artery. I stab him suddenly and look out the window and see VI looking at me. I push the plunger, letting the air go into his vein.

He struggles, and I know he will die of an embolism.

I lean in close and tell him, “I am done being afraid of you. You can’t hurt me any longer. Oh, say hello to your brother when you get to hell. Oh, the reason you didn’t get raped wasn’t because of me. I told him to do it, but you won’t be so lucky because you are going to die. But I forgive you.”

I walk away and never look back.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Meeting the Monster

“Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.”

~Confucius

When we get back inside the beast its quiet and I can see what had occurred is bothering VI.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I never thought you had that much hatred. I saw the look on your face. You really hated him.”

“He was a monster, VI. You have no idea the vile things he was capable of. For years he had a power over me and by holding that needle in his neck, I took back all that power. He can no longer hurt me or anyone else.”

“I understand that Kayla, but I’ve never seen that look on you before. To be honest, it scared the shit out of me.”

“I’m sorry, but in my defense I told you to stay in the truck.”

“I know you did and I probably should have but I wanted to make sure if you needed help, I was there. I had my gun in my hand.”

“Thank you for that, but I need to know if you can forget what you saw?”

“Yeah I can, but if you want me to forget, you need to tell me a few things first”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Well first off, what did you do?”

“I filled his artery with air which will cause him to have an embolism.”

“Okay, you are going to have dumb that down for me because I have no idea what the hell that is.”

“I injected air into his artery that caused him to have a blockage. Basically I put a bubble of air into his blood supply.”

“And how did you know you could do that?

I look over at her and see she is trying to figure things out.

“So what exactly are you asking VI? You know I am not just going to start talking about my past but I will answer if you ask the right questions.”

“Okay, so when you were using, did you always use needles?”

“Sadly no. I snorted, smoked, and shot up.”

“What is the difference? I know I sound like I’m an idiot, but I want to know.”

“VI, I never thought you were an idiot babe, but I will tell you. Snorting is inhaling the powdered form of an illegal drug, especially cocaine, through the nose. I will give a run down on smoking Heroine. Heroin smokers start by attaining a rectangular aluminum foil about three centimeters by seventeen centimeters. You’ll also require some kind of funnel tube to help you inhale the vapor. You can create one__”

“No! Stop! I don’t need that many details. I understand,” Vi interrupts me.

The look on her face makes me start crying.

“Oh Kay, please don’t cry, I am just trying to figure things out, but I really don’t need that much detail. I never plan on smoking the stuff.”

“I know VI, it’s just I looked at your face and you looked like you were disgusted. I am not proud of the path I took those years ago, but I did it and I have to own up to my mistakes. If I could do it all over again, I would but I can’t. My past has made me who I am now. I am not shy about telling people I was a drug user. Hell, I will proudly tell anyone to not use drugs. Do you have any more questions?”

“Yes, how did you pay for your drugs?”

“I had money, but I didn’t always use the best judgment when I was high. I slept with men for drugs. I traded sex for drugs. Hell I even stole for drugs. I am no angel,” I say to her and hang my head.

“Oh Kay, I was not judging you I swear. I was just trying to get some background because the Kayla I saw a few minutes ago, I have never saw before.”

“I never wanted you or anyone to know that side of me. This is my dark side. I’ve got the blood of Edwin on my hands, I have the blood of Elijah on my hands, and when I die, I will have to answer for my sins.”

“Can I ask what it makes you feel?”

“I told you that if you ask I will answer. The euphoria of heroin is normally the first thing that hits you. The rush, coming up, whatever you want to call it.”

“Can you break down snorting like you just did for smoking?”

“I can try.”

“Here’s what I can tell you about snorting Heroin or Black Tar. The first method, the one I call monkey water, is my preferred way. You put a bit of tar into a spoon as you would if you were prepping for IV. Then you add some hot water to the spoon, but not boiling hot. Hot water from the tap is more than adequate because it helps the tar dissolve easier. Next you mix it around in the spoon until all the tar is dissolved. I like to use a little piece of a straw to do the mixing, but it doesn't really matter what you use. Now you should end up with a spoonful of water ranging from dark brown to light orange. How dark it is will depend on how much tar and water you used.”

“Now careful not to spill, bring the spoon up to your nose and snort a bit of the water. Do not try to snort the entire spoonful in one big sniff. If you do this, some of it will probably go down the back of your throat and/or just fall right back out of your nose and make a big mess. Snorting a liquid is a bit different than snorting powder, mainly because liquid doesn't stick to itself and every piece of moist tissue it comes in contact with. Also the liquid has much less resistance going up so you don't have to snort hard at all.”

“The point being, what you want is it to cover your mucous membranes in your nose and sinuses. So do a little at a time until you get the hang of it. Sometimes what I would do immediately after snorting the "monkey water", is tilt my head forward so gravity helped move the solution towards my sinuses rather than just dripping out of my nose or down the back of my throat.”

“If done correctly you will feel a mild burn and the onset of effects will be rapid. This method is extremely effective and not really very difficult to learn/execute. I just wanted to be detailed because I remember the first couple times I remember just railing it hard and having most of it go down the back of my throat and not getting me high lol.

“But anyway, this is the only way I did tar. In my honest opinion, the advantages of doing monkey water are it’s fast to prep. You can get the dose accurate, there are no needles and track marks, and compared to snorting powder, it’s a lot easier on the nose.

”The second method is called cheese. This is how you actually turn your heroin from tar into powder that can then be snorted. It's a bit more complicated than monkey water. The first thing you need is a surface to work on. You can use a plate, a mirror, a marble counter top, or a very smooth piece of plastic or glass. Really any flat, smooth, and non-porous surface will do. Wood is a no-no. I usually use a plate because it’s easy to move around and clean up afterword.

“The second thing you want to do is make sure your plate is very clean and has no dents, chips, or cracks in it. If it does the tar is going to get stuck in them and it’s a bitch to get it out. Also any residue on the plate is going to end up in your nose, and that's gross. If it all looks good then we can get started making our cheese. Now take your tar and place it on your plate. If the surface you’re working on isn't very big try to place the tar close to the center so you have more room to work with.”

“This next step is very important—“

“No! Stop! I’ve heard enough. I can’t listen to this anymore. I understand now, and I know there’s no fucking way I’d ever do that shit.” Vi screams.

Now the look on her face is pure terror. I reach over and grab her hand. “This is why I never told you this stuff, Vi.”

“No Kay, I wanted to know.”

I look over at her and she is crying. I wipe away a tear because it’s hard seeing your best friend cry. “VI, please don’t cry. I can’t handle seeing you upset.”

“Kay, I am crying because you lived a whole life in seven years. I am so sorry that I was not there to help you”

“Oh VI, you could not have done anything. You would not have even liked me then. I was cold, had no life in my eyes. I did not care who I fucked over.”

***

We sit in silence all the way until we get to the Christmas tree farm.

“Where are we?”

“I told you I didn’t have a tree, so we’re going to get one, and they’ll deliver it tomorrow.”

“Do you know what kind of tree you want?”

“I didn’t know there was more than one kind.”

“Oh, geez! There are all kinds.”

We get out of the beast and start walking toward the lot of trees. I see a man dressed as Santa, and he is selling Christmas trees. I give a chuckle because I never believed in Santa.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Santa over there. I never had a present from Santa.”

“Girl, you’re killing me. What the hell did the Stanton’s do for Christmas?”

“They gave us money. It was easier for them, and they didn’t have to be home for that.”

“That is so sad, but I understand why you wanted a huge blowout for Christmas. This is your first one.”

“Yep, so let’s get the biggest tree we can find. My ceilings are twenty feet high, so I think we need at least a twelve foot tree.”

About that time, Santa walks over and tells us that he has the perfect tree for us. I look at him like he’s crazy but who am I to judge? He walks us to the back of the lot, and there stands a tree so grand, it would put the tree at the White House to shame. I go up and touch the branches, and they’re so soft. The tree has an amazing smell, and I know this is my tree.

“I’ll take it!” I yell.

“Don’t you want to know the price?”

“No I don’t. I want this tree. Can you have it delivered tomorrow?”

“Ma’am, this tree is not cheap.”

“Sir, with all due respect, I did not ask how much the tree was. I want this tree, and I am willing to pay whatever it is. I also need a tree stand. So when it is delivered tomorrow, please make sure they bring a stand that will hold it.”

“I can see that I am not talking you out of this tree ma’am.”

“No you aren’t. So, let’s ring it up. I’m exhausted.”

I go and pay for the tree and the stand. He was talking like it was expensive, but it was only two hundred dollars—that included the stand.

“Come on, VI. I am exhausted and ready to get home and prop my feet up.”

“Let’s go, doll.”

We make our way home, and by now, it’s beginning to snow. I pull in to the garage, and VI and I grab a few bags before heading toward the elevator. To our surprise, Rodney is waiting.

“Are there more?”

“Oh, yes. The back of the beast is full.”

I see him open the back, and I hold back a laugh.

“Holy shit, Kayla.”

“We bought out the stores.”

“I can see that.”

“Come on. Grab what you can. I want to see them muscles work.”

“I have them all, just hold the elevator.”

“Okay,” VI and I say in unison.

We get into the living room, and everyone is in there talking.

“Damn! Did you leave anything in the stores?” Wyatt asks.

“Nope, we bought it all.”

“I’m just going to drop the bags and sit down for a few minutes because I’m dragging ass.”

“Me too, Kayla. Me too.”

As I drop the bags, Patrice’s phone rings.

***

“Hello, this is Dr. Doyle. How can I help you?”

“Patrice, this is Seth, and I am not taking no for an answer. I will be at Kayla’s in ten minutes, and we need to talk.”

He hangs up the phone and Patrice looks over at me and says, “Kayla, Seth will be here in ten minutes. He says he wants to talk and is not taking no for an answer.”

Rodney and Garrett both start talking.

“Fine, let him come in. I am sick of the damn phone calls, but I will not be threatened in my own home.”

Within a few minutes, there’s a knock on my door. Rodney goes and answers it.

“Officer Jernigan, what are you doing here?”

“That’s none of your concern, but know that I will continue to be here.”

“I just want to talk to my daughter.”

“Come on Seth, we can talk in the office.”

I walk towards the office and Patrice follows. All other eyes are looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.

“I’ll be okay. There will be no problems, will there Seth?”

“No, Kayla there will not. I only want to talk.”

I walk over and shut the office doors and tell them both to sit. I walk behind my desk and sit in my comfy chair.

“So, Seth, you wanted to talk. Now’s your chance.”

“First, I want to apologize to Kayla for letting the rape go on for as long as I did. I should have put a stop to it the moment I even suspected it. I should have kept you safe, but I was too caught up in my own life and political career. I am sorry.”

“What are you sorry for? That you let it happen, or that you let it continue?” I ask, crying.

“Kayla, I am truly sorry.”

He tries to come and hug me, but I push him away.