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212 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 27, 2015
When I managed to open my eyes, I could see he was crying, and that wasn’t right. Dad didn’t cry. I’d never seen him cry. My big, brave dad wouldn’t cry.
Eliza wasn’t close to anyone anymore.
Then shit went to hell and the little princess was kidnapped and gang raped. Not that it was her fault. It was just luck that they hadn’t snatched more of the old ladies
Then shit went to hell and the little princess was kidnapped and gang raped. Not that it was her fault.
He’d had enough fucking misery of his own in his life to start dealing with other people’s shit.
It was my eighteenth birthday, and it was also exactly six months since I’d been taken.
After about a month or two of hiding in my room, Dad had sent Billie to me. She’d said, ‘Your dad seems to think I have some magic fix to make you feel better just because I’ve been raped, too, but I don’t. They don’t exist.’
“She was smiling.” “Who?” “Eliza. In the alley. She was with Roach, and she was smiling. A real smile.”
Brick was all for second chances; it was thirds he didn’t bother with.
“Maybe not. Just get the fuck out and stay out, or I’ll tell Brick why you really wanted this so-called job.”
“Because I like him, and I don’t want to be the one who tells him his precious baby girl is just like every other junkie who does whatever it takes for the next fix, even if it’s lying and stealing from her family. I just hope I’m far away when that shit blows up in his face.”
“I’m alive,” I repeated. It felt necessary to point that out. “Yeah, but having a heartbeat doesn’t mean you’re living. Like I said, let me know if you want to do something about that.”
He hadn’t bought her act for a second, her big blue eyes and wide smiles, and he couldn’t fucking believe they were all swallowing that shit down—hook, line, and sinker.
But once he’d started seeing it, it was impossible to stop seeing it. Like how she was stoned or tripping most of the time, that she wasn’t eating, and how her smiles died as soon as she didn’t think anyone was watching. As annoying as she was, she was in trouble, and apparently no one else was noticing it.
“I’m not Brick, Princess. If he tells someone to back off, they do. If I do it, it’s more likely to be considered a challenge. Has to do with where you are in the food chain, and I’m pretty far down.”
“You did a lot of drugs?” “Yes,” he laughed. “A lot. I’m a recovering drug addict.”
“If I get drunk, I’m a lot more likely to think a joint is a great idea. Before I fucking know it, I’ll probably be stabbing myself with a needle trying to find a good vein.”
“So… are you better?” I asked. “I mean… well?” I wasn’t sure how to put it. “No,” he answered. “I’m an addict. I won’t ever get ‘well’.” “What does that mean?�� “It means I’ll always be an addict.”
“I’ve been clean for over four years, if that’s what you were trying to ask.”
“It wasn’t sexual. A sexual experience isn’t something you have to survive.”
“Used it?” “Yeah, sometimes to get money, or just to be close to someone, get some comfort. So, no, it didn’t take me long, but I wasn’t as hung up on sex and virginity as you were.”
“The Bell Jar?” “Yeah. Mitch said it was a book for crazy feminists.”
“I was wrong about you,” he said. “How?” “I’ve always thought of you as Mel’s girl, but you are your father’s daughter.” “How’s that?” “You just peed on your rapists’ grave. Don’t think that’s something Mel would do. Your father on the other hand…”
If members were there as guests, or if the strippers found out there was a party, some of them usually ended up at the clubhouse after a shift. That was Roach’s free time, and on occasion he took one of them with him to his dorm. He wasn’t a monk, after all, and he liked sex.
One of them was Sapphire. She was a brunette in her early twenties who’d picked Sapphire as her stripper name since it was her birthstone, and she was really interested in astrology.
He’d been with her the night before, and when he woke up she was still in his bed.
Sapphire had apologized when she woke up. He told her it was okay and they left his room together, and she was still apologizing by the time they were at the bar, where he found Eliza waiting for him.
“Isn’t ‘Sweetums’ the big hairy thing on the Muppet show?” Brick asked, which made Bull laugh even harder, since he’d made the same observation. “With the flopping lower jaw.”
“Who’s Miss Silicone Tits?” Bull asked, once Brick and Eliza were out the door. “Sapphire. It was nothing.”
“She fell asleep, so she was still there this morning.” “They don’t fall asleep by accident,” Bull laughed.
I wasn’t an idiot, and that actually wasn’t what bothered me, it was how that… Barbie type… bitch had acted all possessive and kissed him before calling him Sweetums. How fucking stupid was that nickname?
“Okay, Sweetums. I’ll see you.” “See you, Princess.” She gave him the finger as she walked out.