~Chapter 25
~Shadow
That month passed by way too quickly. I learned so much about my little girl and all the things that have made up who she is. I now have no question in my mind that I have done right by her with most of the fuckers on her list. Only having her step-father left to deal with makes my heart happy because I know that he will be no trouble and after we are settled into our home, I will take care of him quickly.
While in Milwaukee, I found the perfect ring for my Peach, and am waiting until we get our ink before asking her to be my wife. I know my little girl will say yes, I just want everything to be just right- this is the only time that either of us will be married so I wanna make sure it’s perfect. We can’t get our ink for a few weeks because fucking Gun is outta town, some shit having to do with Sara, but that’s ok. We need to settle into the new house, and how our relationship works here in Chicago, with all our friends and family surrounding us.
Hanging out at The Dungeon a few times when we get back from Milwaukee has my Peach speaking more with Heather. The day that she finds out that Heather is going to be a mother, there is a sadness to my Peach, something that I am not able to truly understand. We have spoken of Lilly and talked about having a family in the future, but she is shaken more by a call she receives that same night. From fucking Harold, and I know in that moment the time has fucking come to deal with him.
Taking only a few weeks to watch Harold, I am ready to have this fucker meet his maker. I don’t care why he thinks he should have the right to try and reach out to her, he doesn’t. It does make me wonder how he was able to reach out so easily. Wonder if he has known where she was this whole time. When I am fucking done with him- he won’t be able to keep tabs on her or have the option to reach out any longer.
The next week leads me to following Harold home from the tavern one night. Sneaking in after he leaves the front door not only unlocked but wide open as well has me wondering if I can be this fucking lucky. But, it seems that I am. Moving into the house, I see that its cleanliness has long since taken a backseat to ol’ Harold’s drinking.
Bowling pins and trophy’s line the dusty shelves and I get a perfect fucking idea. He will die from one of the things that have kept him busy, too busy to be anything close to a decent father. Not forgetting that he was the one to give my Peach into that life with the other six, I know that a beating is not all he will be receiving from the fucking bowling pin I am now tossing about between my hands getting a feel for the weight.
Following the lights he has turned on, I make my way step by step closer to this man. A man that not only belittled and threatened my little girl, but made her feel like nothing more than a piece of shit on the bottom of his shoe. Had her double guessing the worthiness of her life. But, he had the nerve to try and make moves on her, tried to take the innocence that should have been hers to give. Instead he paid that man, that sick fuck who took her innocence to get rid of her without a trace. That sick fuck who gave her a baby that she had to watch die. Who in turn, gave her to that piece of shit son of his. Then to that sick Jesus freak that liked to fuck little boys. Which lead her to that man that keep her chained in the basement. Then to that guy in Arkansas who keep her in fear. Then finally to that fucking meth dealer where I found her, my Peach. All of it rests on this piece of shits shoulders and he is about to pay for it all.
Finding number one sitting on the edge of his bed, I notice his head is dropped low, his chin resting against his chest. Stepping into the room, his head lifts slowly and recognition is all that I can see in his eyes. “You’re here to make me pay for the things that I have done to Becca, right? I knew you would be here one day, when I started to notice the obituaries for the others. I knew that someone would be coming sooner or later.”
Pointing the bowling pin towards this man, I can’t help but be surprised. “You knew? How did you fucking know? How could you have given her to that sick fuck? What did you know about the others and how the fuck could you not do anything to help her? She is your fucking daughter.” Is all I am able to growl out before an evil snicker comes from him.
“She was a problem left over from her mother, and nothing else. She would have been so much better off if she had just gone along with what I had wanted. But no, our little Becca was too good to give me what I wanted.” Shaking his head, the chuckle that he lets loose sends a chill up my spine. “She would think better of my offer now, I bet. I bet she knows a few tricks now that would make it all the better. All those men had some very particular tastes and she was with each one long enough to learn them well.” Drawing his eyes up to mine, “Or is she not even fuckable anymore? Is her pussy so used up that it doesn’t squeeze your dick like a virgin’s tight cunt would? Does she moan like a whore each time that you take her? I bet she can really…”
The bowling pin connects with his face as I cut off his fucking drunken ramblings. I’m almost sad that he is drunk, some of the things that I will do to him are going to be much less dramatic, but what the hell, I can always improvise and the bowling pin will help me do just that.
Looking down towards his slumped over body, I quickly come up with a fucking plan. This sick fuck let himself get so wrapped up in his own drinking and bowling that he forgot to take care of the daughter that was trusted to him. No longer will that be the case. He can be literally wrapped around bowling and drinking. Laughing at the dark thought, I put a plan into action. Falling into the rhythm of my work.
As I am leaving the house a few short hours later, number one is as he always was with my Peach. I’m not sure if he drowned on the bottle of booze I rammed down his throat or at the blood loss from the bowling pin that was rammed up his ass. I’m sure he had some severe blood loss coming outta both ends, I really could care less which one killed him.
A little poetic justice that he left this world the way that he was living his life day to day. Full up on bowling and booze.
Heading home to my Peach, I make sure to clean up well before going to her. Finding her wrapped up in our bed, I can’t stop myself from taking her and fucking my adrenaline out on her. Waking her up with a cock shoved deep in her cunt, using her until she was screaming to cum, and cum she did. With me buried to the hilt coming right along with her.
After we settle more into our everyday routine, I notice Rebecca speaking with a newish sub one night while we are at The Dungeon. A girl named Niki, I believe. I remember seeing them together a time or two before we made our way up to Milwaukee so I think little of it. I think even less of it a few weeks later after our ink is put to flesh, when Niki asks if my Peach can scene outside of The Dungeon with her. Niki is wanting to practice some paddle and flogger skills and my Peach does have a pension for pain.
Knowing that my little girl loves to put on a good show, and feels very much at ease with Niki, I have no problem giving her the go ahead. Until she doesn’t come home that night. When I finally see her, it is almost twenty-four hours after she left The Dungeon with Niki and she is acting like there is something that she is hiding from me. Being at work I only have a few minutes to speak with her, and my anxiety and nervousness at her absence gets the best of me. When I pull her into a room and ask her about it, I jump to conclusions and reprimand my Peach, my little girl. Which I should know, but come to find out right quick, is absolutely the wrong fucking thing to do.