The Bitter End (2 page)

“I am hungry.” I said as I stood up and Ryan stood up too. Holland smiled and damn near fell off her chair as she stood and I rolled my eyes and grabbed my book from the table.

“There is a great Thai place down the street.”

“
Huh,” I said, as he looked me over even harder which was uncomfortable on a few different levels.

“I love Thai,
” Holland said.

“Cool.” Ryan stared at me some more and I sighed.

“I don’t.” I added and he rubbed his neck with his hand and looked around the room and then back to me.

“What do you like
, Beth?” he asked me. I bit my lip like a schoolgirl and irritated the fuck out of myself.

“I like a lot of things
, but not that. It stinks.”

“Well,
you tell me what you want and I will make it happen,” he said and Holland opened her mouth and then shut it as I looked at her.

“I am very capable of taking care of what I need
, Ryan.”

“Really?”

I stood my ground and started to become a bit aggravated. “Yes, really.”

“So why do you hate Thai food
, Beth?” he asked me and I looked down and then back up at him.

“Disgusting smell and…”

“And what?” he added. I suddenly felt like leaving and I took a step back, pushing my chair in.

“Nothing.”

“Is it the food or your new Mommy, Beth? You know, the one who is what…like 2 years older than you?”

I stopped and felt all of my muscles clinch up in my stomach.

“She is from China.”

Ryan smiled at me and then opened his mouth.

“How is that working out, I mean she replaced your old one.”

“Beth,
” Holland said as she touched my arm and I pushed her from me.

“Go tell the driver we are leaving.”

“Let’s just…”

I cut her off as I held my hand up and stared her down gritting my teeth.

“Okay,” she said as she shook her head and left us standing there. I took a breath and looked him over as if to say “Fuck you” and honestly I was so thinking it. I walked around the table and then stepped up to him as I saw we were almost the same height with my heels on. I looked down his body and then reached out and popped his jacket open a tiny bit as he watched me. I read the label and smiled.

“This is a $500 jacket,
Ryan.”

He grinned and adjusted it as he looke
d down my body.

“You are
probably wearing about $1000 dollars in shit today, I would call that modest for you Beth, running late?”

“You know. There was no one more surprised when you strolled into school
our freshman year and suddenly you were at Patterson, nice little jacket with the patch and shiny shoes. I mean, I know you wanted to fit in but I remember you and your Mom,” I said as he stopped smiling and looked into my eyes. I had no intention of stopping so while I had his attention I continued on. “I mean you are a bastard right? I certainly don’t mean to be rude but your Mom has no idea who your Dad is, or maybe he is in jail, who fucking knows, right? I mean she was trashy, probably still is and I am sure her mouth has wrinkles from all the blow jobs she was handing out while she cleaned toilets in homes she could never afford to give to you Ryan. I mean…she cleaned my toilet, in my room…or wing of the house that I lived in downtown. You remember that, don’t you? I mean you would come with her because she could not get anyone to watch you and you would steal food.”

He took a slow breath as I walked around him and then I stopped and leaned into his ear.

“While you ate our food, your Mommy ate my Father’s cock for an extra $20 on her paycheck.”

He clinched his fists slightly as I stepped back in front of him and he raised his eyes to mine. I grinned and he stepped close to me and licked his lips.

“How does it feel to be so alone
, Beth? You know, since your Mom died and your Dad ordered in some new pussy?”

I raised my hand and he caught it as I almost
hit him. He held me tighter than I expected and it hurt slightly but the pain was not something I hated. He then rubbed his thumb across the deep scars on my wrist and I jerked my hand away as Holland called out to me.

“We are ready
, Beth.”

I looked down and then back up at him as I tilted my head a bit.

“I bet you suck cock as well as your mother did.”

He narrowed his eyes as I walked away from him and he allowed himself to stare at my ass, tightly held in my skirt and begging for someone to slap it, but not him…fucking never him. He can wish forever
, he will never have me.

I sat watching the people far below us from one of the tallest buildings in the city. I often step out and linger near the edge. My Father owns the building and I have the top floor. It was a g
raduation gift he handed to me three years ago. I still don’t know if he just wanted me to leave the house or if he really was trying to be nice. I mean he has given me so many things over the years that presents don’t hold much weight anymore. Cars, homes, anything the average person would be thrilled to receive, but he had ruined me long before this when he bought me an amusement park for my 5
th
birthday of which I still own. That was when I first started to understand what and who I was. Elite, above the fray, whatever you want to fucking call it, but the one thing he never gave me was time, nor his love. Two things my mother also longed for and he allowed her to fade right into nothingness. If I had any hatred for him before it happened, then I certainly hated him now and even at her funeral he left early for “business”. I would call that fucking rude. I saw the bitch who lives in the house with him now, Miko, in the limo as he hurried away from the graveyard before Mom was tucked away in the huge family Mausoleum of which we will all be thrown in someday…unless we become immortal, but fucking fat chance of that happening.

I placed my arms out wide and tilted my head back as the wind blew up and caught me off guard for a moment. I stumbled and looked below me as the lights flickered on and
off, red to white…red to white, and my mind flashed to the ambulance that had come to collect my Mom. I had been sobbing when they carried her out and screamed as I reached towards her. I always felt so close to her, not some weird Mother/Daughter bonding bullshit but as friends. I was the only child my parents had and even though I knew as did my Father that she had killed three children with abortions after me, I still loved her. That bit of trivia popped up when she was drinking and she would grind that one into him like a lit cigarette on bare skin. She refused to give him anything more she said often and especially a male to carry on his evil ways. Like she knew no evil herself, but that is a story for another time. So she had robbed me of any siblings but with that came her undying attention she paid to me which I needed more than I ever knew before she died. I blame him, I always will, and it is only now that I wish I had a brother that I could call my own. Claim him like Mom claimed me. I get it now. The love thing, I just wish my father did…or maybe I should grow the fuck up and not worry about it.

I looked at my wrists and stared at the deep wounds on both of them. I tried to go, just like she had in the bathtub. But fucking Miko wouldn’t let me. That cunt came home and the next thing I knew…therapy and drugs. I smiled as I popped two more of what I call my happy pills and smiled, letting the breeze blow my hair up and around my head.
Then I stumbled back as a brighter than bright light lit me up and everything on the extended deck of my apartment, which is actually a pool, waterfall…well, all done up too big just like Dad likes it. I covered my eyes a bit to shield myself from the ridiculous wind it whipped up and saw that it was a helicopter and I narrowed my eyes to see Ryan repelling down from it. I shook my head and yelled at him but he untied his rope and then did some bullshit hand signaling to the pilot and off the helicopter went as he rubbed his hair back and then grinned at me. I stood there in complete disgust with my hands on my hips.

“Um…rape?” I yelled at him and he laughed at me. He then reached behind him and pulled his backpack. He set it down and unzipped it as I wondered if running and calling the police was my next move. He then pulled out a bottle of wine, two glasses and big tablecloth looking thing and stood as he pulled up three red roses.

“You wish.”

“What the fuck are you doing here…I mean, how the fuck do you even know where I live and shit?”

He stood up and smiled at me holding the roses out in front of him. I rolled my eyes.

“Three?”

He looked at them and then tossed them behind him and pulled out a small box and I eyed it and then him.

“Diamond studded cock ring?”

He grinned.

“Really?”

I shook my head and stepped back from him.

“I thought we established a fucking zone of hate between us?”
I said and he shook the box in his hand like candy at me.

I tried to grab it and then he grinned as I swayed a bit on my feet.

“Are you high?”

“Fuck you,
” I said as I turned and walked back towards the large glass panels that served as the walls to my apartment on this side. I stepped up and then looked back at him.

“I am changing,
” I said and I stepped in with a wave of my hand to the keypad. If nothing else my Father loves technology and everything is all futuristic in here. As in the lights come on, the water runs…like I live with fucking ghosts. It has an A.I. built in and it often talks to me like a child.

“We seem to have a pe
rimeter breach on the roof Miss Beth.”

“No…it is a…” I started to say
and the screens went up as my virtual babysitter, who I lovingly call Carson, which is what I would have called my brother regardless of what my parents would have named him, started to phone the security company in the building.

“Carson…stop,
” I said and the screen went down with a bit of silence.

“Should I adjust the temperature and start a fire?” Carson asked me and I laughed.

“No, he will not be staying long.” I looked out and Ryan was taking his coat off and then started to unbutton his shirt as he flipped his shoes towards me.

I ran towards him as I almost fell. I pulled my heels off and slid out onto the balcony as he pulled his pants off and jumped into my pool.
I raised my hands up and held my head as his STD infested body wrecked my water.

“What are you doing?” I asked him and he looked up at me as he moved his legs under the water slowly.

“Swimming…don’t you ever do this up here?”

I shook my head at him.

“That is a prop, I don’t swim in it.”

Ryan laughed at me.

“Seriously? Why do you even have shit if not to use it?”

He dove under and I saw his perfectly formed ass and cleared my throat. I then glanced to the blanket he had laid out and saw the wine and glasses sitting next to
the box. I looked back as he tread the water and walked to it quickly. I squatted down and opened it up and stared at the most beautiful red ruby, diamond ring I had ever seen in my life. It was cut into a perfect square and flanked with so many diamonds I found myself counting them.

“
14.” He said behind me and I fell over with it in my hand, the ring popped out and slid away from me and I reached for it but he did too and it was then that we ended up face to face, in the moonlight and pale hue of the lights of my balcony. His eyes looked kind, although I knew he was not and his skin was glistening from the water. I shook my head and stood up to get away from him. I kept my back to him and reached behind me with the ring in my open palm.

“Very pretty, I can’t,
” I said and he smiled as he leaned down and took it from me with his lips ever so softly, kissing my hand until I balled it up and pulled it to my chest in front of me.

“I am sure you are used to getting these.”

I turned to him slightly, still not wanting to see him naked.

“I don’t have any rubies.”

“Really, that is so strange. I mean women…and this may be a talent I have, look like certain things to me and you look like rubies and diamonds of course. I am sure if you put it on you would see what I mean.”

I then turned to him and kept my eyes locked on his.

“My mother always wore rubies. I am sure you know this as she was at many functions in the paper weekly with all the charity work she did and quite honestly I do not appreciate you barging in here and using that like some sort of romantic gesture towards me, hoping to what? Soften me?”

“I came here to apologize. I should
not have said that about your mother. I was being a dick and I thought I would come swooping in and make you love me.”

I laughed and let my eyes wander, big mistake. My god his cock is huge, holy shit. I cleared my throat and turned again. My happy pills were sinking in and my armor dissolving with it. Soon I would be nicer and closer to me than I ever want to be but I have to as I tend to have panic attacks from fucking hell. I crossed my arms on my chest.