Chapter Seventy Four Michael’s Point of View The day just wore on, and I couldn’t shake off the need for ITCH to just get back out there and find my next victim, but it was still too early. I had to wait until tonight… I just didn’t want to. When the sun started to set and I started to get hungry, I texted the guys to see if they wanted anything, but they all said they had other plans, so I just decided to have a look in the freezer for something simple. … at least it killed some time before I could actually go out and have fun. By the time my food was done, just a simple frozen Pizza, Luke had arrived. He kept asking where the other guys were, even though I repeatedly told him I didn’t know. He was hanging around, and I could just tell that he was loitering with intent. ‘So, why are you here?’ I asked, just wanting to get it over and done with. ‘I just think we need to talk about stuff before it gets even more out of hand’. I froze for a second but then tried to carry o
Chapter Seventy Five We hadn’t even been at the club long before Damon left us to go and find someone, and the girl I had noticed earlier was making it very clear she was interested in me. Apart from the very ‘’high school’’ attitude of starting over, looking away when I look at her and then giggling with her friends, she kept dancing suggestively in front of me and Thomas on the dancefloor with her friends. I was most certainly NOT attracted to her, but even if I was, that would be very off-putting. Girls trying too hard is just.. Pathetic. Really, really pathetic. More women need to realize their worth and not make themselves look like fools to get a man's attention. Unluckily for her, she was trying to get the attention of a serial killer and even more unluckily for her... She caught it… for all the wrong reasons. As the night wore on, I realized whenever I went to the bar, so did she. If I went to the dance floor, so did she. She was making it all very obvious, but it just mad
Chapter Seventy Six Once inside the cabin, she did the whole ‘’ooh’’ and ‘’ahh’’ thing, complimenting me on how it looked. I really didn’t fucking care, but again, not to tip her off to anything negative, I faked thanks. I’ll be sure to let Thomas know his decor is ‘’Victim approved’’(!). I followed behind her while she explored her way around. There was nothing out that would scare her, so, again, I really didn’t care. Eventually, we settled down on the sofa and a big, hot and heavy make-out session ensued. I let myself get wrapped up in it and enjoy it. I don’t know why, but it felt nice and it quickly started to lead to hands exploring, both mine and hers and once my hand went up her skirt, she started moaning. Lips trailed down from hers to her neck and I started sucking and nibbling, leaving marks all over, her moans got louder when my fingers slipped inside her underwear and paired with my assault on her neck, I started rubbing circles around her clip. ‘Oh, god!’. She p
Chapter Seventy Seven Michel’s Point of View **Weeks later**Weeks had passed and things were getting easier. Not everything, but certain things. Luke was constantly riding my back, mainly because I knew Peyton was riding his about everything. I wish she would just butt out of things that don't concern her. Me, the gang, everything, it was none of her business. She thinks she's all important and special, but she isn’t. It was just pure luck that Luke took an interest in her that night, he could have just as easily slit her throat and saved all this hassle. I was out with Joey tonight. It feels like forever since we have just chilled and hung out... Even though we live together, I’ve hardly seen him. We were just grabbing a drink. JUST a drink. He wasn’t killing again, at least, not with me and the other guys, so it certainly wasn’t on the agenda tonight. Pulling up at the bar he had chosen, I parked the car, grabbed my wallet and phone and got out, locking it. I headed inside. He
Chapter Seventy Eight **A Few days Later** Pulling up outside the house I turned off the car engine and just sat there, staring up at the house, trying to see in through the windows who was home. None of the other cars was parked here, but that didn’t mean anything. I turned the rear mirror to look at my face and growled in annoyance when I saw the cut across my cheek. I fucked up. I really…really fucked up. The girl I brought back to the cabin last night, or shall I say attempted to, freaked out before we got there and used her keys as a weapon against me. I had no idea what the fuck had happened, what had tipped her off, but she tried opening her door, which, of course, was locked and when it wouldn’t open, she started screaming. I had to pull over and that's when she twatted me in the face with her keys. Luckily though, I managed to subdue her and choke her until she blacked out, but not taking any chances, I quickly tied her up and gagged her and grabbed her from the car,
Chapter Seventy Nine Stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around my waist, I headed back to my room, but faintly through the walls, I could still hear a baby crying, even over the music. I turned it up louder and it seemed to work... For a little while until someone started pounding on my door. I ignored it, so they just opened it anyway and walked in. ‘Woah! Do you fucking mind!?’ I yelled, seeing it was Peyton, it only added to my annoyance. ‘What do you want?!’ I snapped. ‘Do you think you can turn your crap down? It's upsetting the kids’. I shrugged, not caring. ‘Fine, I’ll do it’. She walked over and tried to turn it off, but I grabbed her wrist, harshly, stopping her. She yanked her arm away, yelling that I was hurting her. ‘Don’t touch my fucking stuff again’. I warned her. She cradled her wrist but looked furious. I really didn’t care. ‘This isn't your house, this isn’t your business so get the fuck out!’. ‘I’m looking after your fucking child, talk to
Chapter EightyLuke’s Point of View I stayed at the house for hours, waiting for Mike to come home. I didn’t even know if he would or if he would be out hunting once again. Apparently, it's what he spends all his time doing these days. How did I not see how deeply he had spiralled out of control until now? Sure, there was something ‘’off’’ and I had my suspicions... Many suspensions in fact but... Why didn’t he tell me? Was what the guys said true? Did Mike feel the same? Does he think I’ve.. changed and I'm not the same guy I was? Well.. wasn’t, I had my family now, but then the guys' words just rang in my ears over and over. That was the point. One by one the guys left for the evening to go and do whatever they had planned, but I stayed in, waiting. Even when Peyton told me she was taking the kids home for dinner, bath and bedtime, I still waited. All day. All evening. He didn’t come home. I was starting to get tired and to be honest annoyed that I just felt like I wa
Chapter Eighty One Luke’s Point of View I was absolutely stunned by Mike’s comment and confession. I knew he was struggling and wasnt connecting with his son but to outright decide to give him up? I just couldn’t understand it. How could a father do that? …and then I realized. He wasn’t a father. He hadn’t bonded with Jenson. Looked after him, loved him. Hell, I was more of a father to that boy than he was… and then the pain of losing him set in. I had grown really attached to him in the time he had been living with me and Peyton, before then even. We had been looking after him pretty much since the day he was born, the thought of Mike sending him away, giving him up and putting him into the care of someone else... It didn’t seem right. I didn’t want Mike to do something now that he would regret later, but at the rate, he was going and the path he was currently going down... I wasn’t even sure if there would be a ‘’later’’ for Michael. He was lost and I honestly didn't know if