Winter's Fury - Volume Two of The Saga of the Twelves (40 page)

Sunday, November
28
^th
,
11:01 am…

Sonny placed his knee
between Tilly’s, edging her legs open and hiking up her pleated
mini-skirt at the same time. She had been sleeping going on two
hours now and he was bored. He wanted some. Fuck, he needed
some.

This is going to be good,
he told himself, enjoying the growing thickness in his pants. It
had been a while since he had felt like himself. Ever since that
bitch Kimberly had dumped him, he had been a little off his
game.

It did not matter he had
been stoned to the point of delirium just about every day or that
he drank himself into a snoring slumber each night. Those were the
sort of details Sonny never let creep into his mind. They were a
waste anyway. It was irrelevant if he abused drugs and alcohol. A
man’s equipment should work regardless. Plus, he was young, in the
motherfucking prime of his life. He could drink a gallon of booze
and still be as hard as steel, shit! He did not need no little blue
pill or a hit of strong weed either. His pecker was the Black &
Decker Pussy Wrecker! Hell ya!

That’s church!
he agreed with himself, distributing his weight
on the balls of his feet and one elbow. With his free hand, he
explored the pale, emaciated girl’s flaccid breasts. He had free
reign since she wore only a loose-fitting t-shirt. He could have
cared less if she was as strung out as him or if she had not
showered in the four days she had been shacking-up at his pad.
Besides, he liked natural girls, not those prissy bitches he
watched on TV or seen in magazines. A real woman, an uncorrupted
slut could take what God gave him and want more.
Yessir!
She would take
the load, flip over, throw what she got from her mama in the air
and ask for seconds.

He glanced down. He was
going to use all he had on her.
Yup.
Absolutely – porno-style.
He giggled
through his teeth, putting his mouth on hers, forcing his tongue in
her slack maw.
Yeah,
porno-style!

She mumbled through the
smash of his lips, in the throes of a narcotic-induced
sleep.

Sonny came up on all
fours, yanking Tilly’s skirt up and roughly pulling down her
panties. They rolled up as he slid them down her rail-thin thighs
and over her knobby knees. She might not be as fit or as pretty as
Kimberly, but she was good to go. There was no bullshit with Tilly.
All she needed was a good hit now and again, and she would let him
do whatever the fuck he wanted.
She’s a
real woman, not some stuck-up, little kid.

Kimberly had always been
such a prude. He had to just about beg her for piece of her ass.
Even when she did give it up, she would just lie there like a dead
fish. She never seemed to enjoy it, always on the verge of
goddamned tears and shit. What the fuck was wrong with her anyway?
He had been good to her. He had been caring, doting, faithful –
well, maybe not all the time, but shit, he turned down more pussy
than he took to bed. That had to count for something right? Why had
she been so ungrateful, so selfish? Why couldn’t she just have a
good time? Why couldn’t she just ease up, chill-out? It was only
sex. All the other girls liked to get a good ramming, why not her?
After all, she was human, wasn’t she?

Fucken prude.

And why the fuck did she
dumped me? Who the hell does she think she is? Some beauty queen or
something?

He felt the anger begin to
come back as thoughts of his one-time girlfriend washed over him.
What the hell had he ever done to her? True, she was young. True,
she had been a virgin. But, she had wanted it just the same. She
had told him on many occasions. So, what had been her
problem?

Ah, fuck that
bitch!
He peered down at the unconscious
nineteen-year-old splayed below him. He made himself ignore the
smell wafting from her.
Tilly’s good
enough for now.
He tugged her t-shirt
upward, exposing her bosom. Her light-pink nipples greeted him,
lethargic, deflated. They looked as “baked” as the rest of her. He
giggled in spite of himself, knowing it was lame to laugh at one’s
jokes, but who the fuck cared? Right? He giggled some
more.

He began to fumble with
the buttons of his H&M skinny jeans, cursing, because they were
difficult to undo with only one hand. Since they were the only
garment he was wearing, all he needed was to unfasten three or four
of them and he could shimmy his way free. He wanted to be
completely naked when he indulged himself within Tilly’s girlie
parts.

He had only undone two
when Tilly’s eyes fluttered open, bloodshot orbs glancing about
under a furled brow.

“
Welcome back from the
dead, you freakin’ crackhead,” said Sonny, smirk melting his face
to one side.

The girl looked up at him
and then down at herself. “You finally gonna be able to use that
thing?”

His ire was back in a
flash. “Fuck you, bitch!”

She sneered. “I wish. What
the hell do you think I’ve been waiting for all these days? It’s
about time you got your shit together.” She harrumphed through a
derisive laugh. “Fucken limp-dick, motherfucker…” She had mumbled
it but Sonny heard it loud and clear.

Suddenly, he saw red.
Blinding, unavoidable crimson that made his ears burn, his stomach
knot in his gut. Before she could react, he slapped her right
across the face from left to right. “You better watch your mouth,
bitch!” He said it so vicious he almost drooled on her. The heat of
his anger fired through his body, making blood pump where it had
not been able for the past few days.

Tilly’s head swiveled back
around, her eyes narrow and her cheek smarting and pink. “Hit me
again, you little prick. I hardly felt that one.” Ignoring her
compromising position, she did not move other than to brace herself
by stiffening her arms and legs. “I’m not your Emo-slut, Sonny. You
don’t scare me.”

Sonny felt his right hand
ball into a fist. “You want me to fuck you up?” Now his chin
jutted, pulled taut as though he was on the verge of a seizure.
“Cuz, I’ll fuck you up something proper, if you’re
game.”

She chuckled without
merriment, her eyes glaring. “You better make it worth your wild,
sonny. You better.”

Now,
this
is going to be
good
, he had just thought when there was a
heavy trod across the rickety floorboards of his front porch. This
was followed by a thunderous knock on the front door.

Sonny’s face went from
violent to surprise, the knock had startled him. “Sonofabitch!” he
cussed, vexed over his untimely visitor. Not only was he going to
waste his hard-on, he was going to lose out on beating the shit out
of Tilly as well.
What’s the world coming
to when a man can’t even beat a bitch and then fuck her
silly?

Now, he was going to have
to deal with some ass-cheese, Jehovah’s Witnesses. He knew they
would try to push something like fifty pamphlets down his throat.
He knew they would hold him hostage at his own front door, talking
a mile-a-minute, never pausing, non-stop. It would take him a
quarter of hour to get rid of them. He knew it for fact, because
those fuckers had done it to him in the past.

“
Just my luck, dammit!” he
cursed. A decent piece of wood wasted, a nice little knockdown
blown, what a waste. He clicked his tongue in disgust. It would
have been a blast. He could feel the truth of it all the way down
to the base of his nut-sack. He would have grabbed her by the hair,
socked her a few times in the face and…

Shit!

He came up from the bed,
still on his knees between the girl’s legs, her sex bare to anyone
who stood at the threshold of his studio apartment. He grabbed the
soiled comforter and flung it over her the moment he was standing.
“Don’t go nowhere sweetie. I’m gonna fuck you one way or another as
soon as I gets rid of these Bible thumping, ass-munches at the
door.”

“
I’ll be waiting… one way
or another…,” she reposted on the heels of his sentence. Her eyes
were like molten steel, sweltering, hot.

It still surprised him to
no end that the crazy, meth-head liked the beatings, got off the
hardest when he was inflicting pain upon her. Her orgasms were
thunderous beneath the workings of his knuckles.

Yeah, a real woman
alright.

Sonny snorted. “You’re one
crazy bitch, Tilly.” He was shaking he head. He had to give it to
her. She was no simpering princess. She could take a lot of shit
and not complain. That’s what he liked about her. So what if she
smelled like piss and smoke. So what if she was the neighborhood
strawberry, giving up her crease for a hit of anything she could
get her hands on. She was no bullshit. She was
straight-up.

“
You like me like this,”
she said, as if she had read his mind.

Sonny stared down at her,
while she rubbed her chin, aching from his misuse. “Don’t worry,
Till, I’ll break you off as -.”

A second round of
deafening pounds struck the door, insistent, demanding.

“
Wait one fucken minute!”
he yelled at the door. He peered back at the girl on his bed. “You
stay right there.”

She was nodding as he
strode across the garbage-strewn carpet, intent on giving this
God-fearing asshole a piece of his mind.

Then, I’m gonna fuck her
right into the mattress like she deserves.

He stepped up to the
portal of his apartment. He flipped the deadbolt and the sliding
lock in two rough motions. With the deliberation of a junky, he
puffed up so he would be in the proper frame of mind – what he
called his “fuck-off” mode.

“
What the fuck do you
want!?!” he said much too loud, flinging open the door with all the
strength his withered body could manage.

All he had time to see was
the red hair and the biggest pairs of hands he had ever seen in his
life. Then, he was, body and all, pulled outside the apartment and
hauled off his feet.

“
What the hell did you do
to Kimberly, pencil-dick? Where is she!?”

It was like staring into
the fiery eyes of a dragon. Sonny could not find his voice. He was
speechless, unable to move in the grasp of the hulking, freckled
beast.

“
Where
is she?”
it asked with unadulterated
menace. Its’ orbs were as big as baseballs, shot-through with livid
veins.

“
I-I-I-I,” was all he
could manage.

Shawn Moore, holding Sonny
by the biceps, shook him like a ragdoll. “Answer me, you
panty-waste, or I’m going to beat the living shit out of
you!”

Sonny felt his throat
constrict, the words racing through his mind died in his throat.
Instead, they turned to ash, making his mouth go dry,
chalky.
Kimberly? Why did this red-haired
creature want to know about Kimberly?

And how in the fuck was he
supposed to know anyway? He had not seen Kimberly in over a week.
What the hell was this thing talking about?

Sonny never got to answer
any of his own questions. He never got to vocalize them
either.

They seemed to disappear
from his consciousness of their own free will. This was right
around the time he realized he was no longer upon the threshold of
his domicile. Rather, he was sailing through the air. He was on his
way to a rude meeting with the juniper hedge on the opposite side
of the walkway that led to his front door.

This is going to be
bad.

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~ 24 ~

Confrontation

Sunday, November
28
^th
,
Seconds Later…

Shawn watched, unmoving,
as the boy’s body collided with the juniper hedge. His momentum had
been so great, it swallowed him completely.

Sonny’s screech drew out,
pathetic as he twisted and turned within the branches and twigs of
the bush. He tried to squirm his way free, but only succeeded in
miring himself deeper within the plants pokey confines.

There came the muffled
sound of small feet running across the carpeting within the reeking
apartment.

Shawn turned in time to
see a half-naked girl, loosely wrapped in a filthy comforter come
toward the threshold. She had one hand clutching the fabric of the
thick blanket, the other pointing an accusatory finger in his
direction.

“
You leave him alone!” she
yelled.

The six and a half foot,
high school basketball star rounded on the young woman, feeling his
face twist with disgust. “Or what, you skank?”

She recoiled at the
ferocity of his tone, stumbling back a step and a half, her feet
tangling underneath her. “Don’t hurt him,” she said by way of
recovery, much of the aggression draining from her face.

Shawn straightened. “Have
you seen Kimberly?”

“
Who?” It feigned
ignorance, an affront to his intelligence. The girl knew who he was
speaking about, there was little doubt.