Punished Into Submission (42 page)

“What are you talking about?” Hunter reaches for me, but I slap his hand away.

“Revenge is sweet, and best served cold,” I whisper, feeling my heartbreak at my own words was inevitable.

Everyone in my life was going to find this out the hard way, whether they wanted to or not. I had a list that was ever growing. The name on the top of that list was Simon, followed by America. My parents’ names were there too. When I look at Hunter, I want to run to him and forgive him for everything, but I can’t. I walk out of this office and run. I run to the door and pray the phone call was made in time. I hear my name being screamed but I don’t stop. The passenger’s side door opens and I jump in not looking back in fear I would feel all over again. He’s a temptation to me. But most of all Hunter was my limit. It was time for me to take back. It was time for vengeance. And well, you know what they say...

Keep your friends close, and enemies closer...

I
jump into the car and slam the door. The car jerks forward and screeching sounds from the tires as we speed off into the night. I left earlier then I wanted, but I couldn’t stay. I missed saying goodbye to David and Arrow and they are two people I wanted nothing more than to hug at least once more. I wanted to make peace with Rumbles also, but I just couldn’t. I already missed Hunter as it was. I wipe my eyes one last time and reach for my bag on the floor. I pick up a pair of panties and hold them up in the air.

“Sorry, America has this thing for sexy panties.” His rough voice chuckles, as I throw them in the backseat.

“That’s just fucking sick and twisted, and fucking low. Even for you,” I snarl, reaching down to find a bra as well.

He continues to laugh, as I pull a disgusted face and groan. I pull out my cell and realise it’s so fucking dead; it belongs in the cemetery. I throw it onto the back seat with America’s clothes and pray it stays there. No matter where I go from now on, I have a feeling that bitch is going to be there too. A part of me was furious about that, but a part me of was joyous because it would make the pain all that much sweeter.

“You still pissed at me?” His hand reaches out and grabs mine.

“If you think I’m going to forgive you, you are so fucking wrong.” I pull my hand from his grip but he grabs my thigh instead.

“Oh, come on.”

“No, you are an asshat and I hate you.” I slap his hand that’s on my thigh but he continues to hold it tight.

“You’re also an addict and you love me.”

I shake my head as he laughs loudly. I look out the window and into the night at the trees flying past. The further we get out of the town, the more nervous I get about where we’re going. I didn’t have to say anything because I knew there would be only one place he would take me once he had me back again. Houses started to become far and few between as we got closer to the destination. I should have come back here to visit, but I never wanted to again. But circumstances made these things happen and now I had to face the music. I wasn’t sure how my revenge would be felt at first, but I was sure something would come to mind soon.

We turned down the street and the butterflies started to go crazy inside. Suddenly I wanted to shout for him to take me back and pretend none of this happened, but I just couldn’t get those words out in time. We pull into the driveway as several men leave the house. The car stops idling and we just sit and stare in silence. Several more people leave a few moments later and I have this sudden urge to run into the house before I do actually change my mind.

I grab the handle and pull, but I’m stopped with a firm grip on my shoulder.

“You sure you want to do this, Pussy Kat?” he asks, his voice soothing for some reason.

I look back to the front door that swings closed as someone walks inside.

“I’m sure, Simon,” I say, looking back and thinking of only Hunter.

He gets out the same time I do and meets me at the front of the car. He grabs my hand and threads his fingers through mine and moments of lust come flooding back. Hunter wasn’t wrong when he said I would continue to think about him after I had gone. We walk through the gate and I stop at the bottom of the short stairs.

“Come on, Pussy Kat.” He pulls me forward and I follow forgetting my fears.

I look at Simon before pushing the door open. Several people are sitting on the floor in front of a small coffee table lining up coke in the front room. I walk over and blow the coke on the floor and keep walking. Simon laughs while the drug fucked morons continue to yell and curse. I walk up the hall to the kitchen and a vision of my childhood flaws me. I see two people sitting at the table pouring shots as I approach.

As I step into the room, a glass shatters and I look up to my father.

“Holy, Mother of Joseph,” he says, eyes wide with shock.

My mother turns around and squints trying to see through her drugged haze. When she realises who I am, she holds her chest with her hand. Her hands shake and her lips move at first but nothing comes out. Finally... she speaks.

“Oh my God,” she shouts. “It’s the devil herself.”

I smile at them both. They have no idea what I have been through and what’s happened to me for ten years. They probably wouldn’t care if I told them. Simon walks over to the table and picks up the bottle of Gin before taking a seat. Seeing all three of them together reminds me of why I am actually here to begin with. Why I am so fucked up, I can’t see straight, why I walked out on the one person I felt for, and why I am an addict.

“No, mother. The devil isn’t ready for the person I’ve become.”

To be continued...........