Better Hide

by Alina May

So my nasty, dirty hoes are back for more, huh? Masochists, lol.

“I would take great pleasure in forcing that pill down your pretty little throat.”

“Daddy’s talking. Listen up.”

“If you don’t come while watching him, I’ll make you come all night. It’s going to hurt if it doesn’t already.”

“C’mon. Wanna learn how to hotwire a car?”

The anger calms and grounds me. I know anger. It’s been the only thing to keep me safe all these years.

She ought to know better than to let the predators sense weakness.

I’m fucking ruined for her.

for a second, I let myself imagine it’s because she trusts me. I want her to trust me.

She won’t submit to me willingly. Right now. But I’m a patient man.

once I have her heart, I’ll never give it back.

I flipped the ATV. A small hit of exhilaration runs through me. Fuck, that was fun.

Flipping the ATV made me feel alive for a second, but it’s already starting to fade. I need more.

I blink the tears out of my eyes as rage fills me. I grin, shaking my arms out. Electricity runs through them. Alive. I feel fucking alive.

Exhilaration runs through me. He’s going to fucking kill me.

I’m alive. I’m alive and angry again.

It’s the high I’ll never stop chasing.

Cole is herding me in. Exhilaration runs through me.

“That a girl. Let me in.”

“Eyes, little one.”

“Good girl. Keep those pretty eyes on me.”

“I’ll be your everything, Jo. I’ll be the air you fucking breathe. And every time you forget it, I’ll remind you of it.” His voice lowers, “You can’t live without us. We won’t let you.”

They’ll heal nicely into little pink scars. She’ll wear our initials for the rest of her life.

“Good. Hate me all you want, baby, but don’t you dare ignore me again.”

I can’t chase her. Not in front of the cop who’s watching both of us. She’s a missing person, and I’m wanted for murder.

I slam my hand on the steering wheel, hitting hard enough to hurt. I do it again, hoping it’ll ground me. It doesn’t. It’s not enough. I need more pain.

Jo is afraid of me. She ran again. I didn’t keep my promise to make things better.

I act confident, but I’m not. I spent high school fighting, but Cole spent it wrestling. I know the only way I can win this is if I fight dirty. And I don’t want to hurt him.

“By all means, keep fighting me, Jayden.” Cole sounds bored. “It hurts. I like it.”

“Good girl. Be a nasty thing, and come on my knife.”

“So why don’t you stop being a fucking ungrateful slut and stop. Fucking. Fighting.”

I could gut this bitch.

I feel Cole shove me back. He knows I’m about to lose my shit.

“Fucking cut me, Jo. Make me hurt for what I did.”

“Please.” Then he says softer, so soft I almost don’t hear it over the spray of the water, “Make it better.”

“Lick it up, nasty girl. I want to be all over you, in your mouth and hair and eyes.”

“Fine, but don’t try to cut me, Jo. I’m not into that shit, and I’ll beat your ass black and blue.”

“Jo, I’m so fucking hungry right now; if you don’t tell me every single meal you cooked, I’m going to smack that ass red, then eat you until I’m full.”

“What’s your favorite food?” Cole grins, “You.”

And when I look at you, I see a little bit of me.”

Oh, this hoe wants to get spanked. A slow grin moves across my face.

I dive in, eating her out, trying desperately to make her forget. Trying to make her happy again. I need her to be happy again. Jo’s happiness is like crack, and I need it more than I need my next breath.

I’m not a dick. Well, maybe I am. But my brat loves it, and therefore, I won’t be changing, ever.

Ralph tries to act relaxed, but he’s stopped eating and keeps glancing at my waistband, checking for weapons. That sends a thrill through me. So he is scared. Cute.

“Does the Lord approve of your porn history there, Ralphy boy?”

“Fight me, Ralph. Fight me so your boy doesn’t think you’re a scared little bitch.”

“Cock-hungry whores belong in one place: at my feet.”

feels good. It feels like when I’d pick fights with my dad and would leave bloody. It feels like relief.

I can’t stop the rage. The anger. The blind wrath. I’m not even sure what I’m mad about anymore, but I can’t stop.

“Go to hell.” “Fully plan on it.