Psycho

Who the fuck would’ve ever guessed? My fucking daughter and the little librarian were fucking hustlers.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but you two are fucking cheating!” Rip screamed as he threw his controller down.

For the past two hours, these two have been beating the shit out of everybody at every game put on the Xbox. The men were both in awe and so pissed off they wanted to commit murder. I don’t give a fuck if they’re pissed but they do something stupid to either one of these bitches that’s their fucking head on the spot and I sure as fuck would hate for my daughter to see me do that shit.

“Nobody is cheating… stop being a sore loser and pass the controller to my next victim.” Siarra said to Rip.

He gave her a deadly stare before practically throwing the controller at Hammer. Tank threw an arm around my shoulder. “I ain’t gonna hold you up bro, but I see it. I mean, when I saw her at the door I never would’ve guessed… you know with that getup of hers. I gotta say she’s pretty fucking awesome. I never saw anyone kick ass like that.”

I nodded in agreement. “You were a real dick to her. You pretty much said she was ugly in her face.”

Tank scowled. “I did not. I ain’t say she was ugly, I was just thinking something different in my head. You can’t front, she looks like a science geek.”

I grinned. “Yea, in her nerdy little librarian clothes. In those teddy bears she looks like a fucking playboy bunny.”

Tank waggled his eyebrows. “I fucking knew it, you tapping that slut.”

I don’t know why, but my blood boiled. “No. I’m not. And don’t fucking refer to her as that again.” I threatened.

He eyed me curiously before shaking his head. “Yea, ok. Fine.” He agreed although reluctantly. I don’t give a fuck how he feels about it, but as long as message was received then, we’re straight.

Rip chose that moment to occupy my other side. “I think I’m in love, that bitch is fucking hot.” He said.

I was ready to toss him off of the fucking roof. “Shut up.” I said instead of how I was really feeling.

“No, I mean, let’s be serious. Even with the weird clothes she’s pretty fucking hot. And she kicks ass, if it’s cool I’ll try her out.” Rip said.

I turned and pinned Rip with a harsh stare. “Stay the fuck away from her.”

Rip looked at me confused and I saw Tank shake his head. “I don’t fucking know either, but I would do as he says. Shit, he was just ready to fucking kill me.”

I groaned and stomped away from the two dick heads. I headed to the bar and fixed me a double shot and tossed it back. I made my way back over to where everyone was gathered. Addie was sitting on the couch next to the empty space where Sia had been sitting. She was currently standing up, talking all types of shit to Hammer as they played. This one looked close and they both looked ready to jump through the TV. I plopped down on the seat next to Addie and threw an arm around her shoulder.

“You planned this shit, didn’t you?” I asked.

She looked up and gave me an evil grin. “Yes, I know she’s really good at video games. It was payback for when I played that first time and they took turns slaughtering me.”

I laughed, that was my girl. “Good thinking.”

She shrugged. “I didn’t think she’d win EVERYTHING though, that’s pretty awesome. Don’t you think that Sia is the best?” she asked.

I nodded. “Yes, she’s pretty cool.” I admitted.

“And pretty?” she asked.

I looked down at her and she was grinning evilly. The little fucking witch, I was totally onto her. “If you’re into nerdy girls.” I answered avoiding her question.

Yea, she’s smarter than that. “Do you like nerdy girls?” she asked.

My lips twitched but I fought the urge to smile. She was a nosy little bitch. “Not typically.”

She eyed me curiously. “But do you like that nerdy girl?” she asked.

“Where is this coming from?” I asked trying to change the subject.

She shrugged. “I don’t know I’m just curious…”

I frowned. “Why?”

She rolled her eyes. “You guys are so obvious. You just need to kiss her already.”

I choked, literally. “That’s not going to happen. I don’t even like her, she’s annoying.”

Addie pursed her lips. “Umm hmm.” Then she narrowed her eyes. “I know there wasn’t anything in her eye, so what were you guys really doing?”

I was going to choke her, swear to fuck. “Yes, there was.”

She folded her arms. “Do you think I’m stupid Sy? She wears glasses and she still had them on.”

Fucking hell. “Are you always this curious?” I asked.

“No.” she answered immediately.

“So how bout you try not to be curious now?” I asked her.

She huffed. “I’m going to – “

“Hey, get out of my seat.” Sia said.

I looked up and she was standing in front of me scowling. Her arms were hanging at her sides, the controller loose in her fingers.  I grinned. “No.”

She huffed. “Come on, I’m playing. I’m totally kicking butt by the way.” She turned around and scanned the room looking over the guys. The club bitches left a long time ago, I guess bored with the games and not getting any attention. “And you guys have the nerve to call yourselves tough guys. Duh. You can’t even beat me…” she taunted.

The room exploded in noise as they began screaming out defenses all from, ‘I let you win’ to ‘you cheated!’ She waved them off with a simple ‘yea, yea, yea’, before returning her attention to me. “Now you, beat it buster.”

I saw a few eyebrows go up at that. Nobody fucking talks to me like that, not even my daughter and that’s the only person guaranteed free of my wrath. I lifted an eyebrow at her. “Excuse me?” I asked looking for clarification.

She grabbed my arm and tried to pull me up. It was cute she thought she could move me, let alone lift me. I was like triple her weight soaking wet. I grinned and tugged back causing her to fall forward awkwardly. Her breath left her in a big whoosh and she struggled to straighten herself. “Wanna repeat that?” I asked when her face was inches from mine.

Her face flushed and I felt her shiver. She licked her lips nervously and that had my complete attention. She was constantly sticking that fucking tongue out at me and I wanna taste it. “This was my seat, get up Sy.” The bold little bitch said.

Anybody else would’ve gotten punched in the throat, but I just wanted to laugh when she was fucking with me. I know she’s afraid of me to some extent, not nearly close to how other people are. She’s hard to read because the little bitch is constantly challenging my fucking nerves and patience. She doesn’t seem the least bit scared when she’s busy running her goddamn lips at me.  Her nose twitched, then so did my dick. Fucking hell.

“Play me for it.” I said.

Her eyebrows rose. “You want to play me, on the game that I’ve been kicking butt on for my seat?” she asked amused looking for clarification.

I nodded. “I didn’t fucking stutter.”

She shrugged. “Your funeral Sy, suit up.” She was grinning like a looney toon.

“Gimmie the controller.” I called out, and Skinner brought it over.

She restarted the game, mortal combat, and we went about selecting our players. I chose subzero and she went for scorpion. I haven’t played video games in fucking years, but there was no way in fuck I was taking a L to the little librarian. She won the first round, and I won the second. We were on the final fight, and we were neck and neck. If one of us gets a good hit in, then they’d win. Then the TV went off.

“What the heck?!” Sia yelled.

“Oops.” That was Tank. “I tripped over the cord.”

Sia paled, then she turned red with anger she was pissed. “How dare you? How dare you! I was this close… this flipping close to beating Sy and proving once and for all that I’m better and you messed that up.” She was shrieking, and Tank looked a bit scared. I’m not going to lie, when she’s mad she can be a handful… especially when she’s telling someone off. Usually, I tune her out when it was directed at me. But she wasn’t done. “All you can say for yourself is oops? I could just – “

Shit. She was on the move. I may tolerate her shit, but Tank won’t. Then we’d have issues if he puts a fucking finger on her. I wrapped my arm around her waist and hoisted her up off the floor. She continued with her spiel and I carried her back to the couch where I fell back down onto it taking her with me. She was so into whatever the fucking shit she was spewing, I don’t think she realized I had her on my lap.

I looked back over to Tank who was wide eyed and frozen with his hands up. Around the room, the guys were in varying stages between shock and amusement. “I – I will plug it back in ok?” Tank stuttered.

She crossed her arms. “That’s your bright response?” she shot back.

I shook my head and gripped the back of her neck pulling her back. “Chill the fuck out you nut. He said he was going to plug it in.” I scolded her.

She turned her gaze to mine and glared at me. That damn nose of her twitched and then that fucking tongue came out. My dick started throbbing, thinking of that fucking mouth on him instead. “What did I tell you about that fucking tongue?” I whispered.

She blushed scarlet and spun around. I felt a nudge to my side and looked over to see Addie looking at me with a wide grin covering her knowing face. These little fucking bitches.

 

*****

 

Siarra

 

I was still highly pissed. I was just so close to winning that game. I don’t know why it meant so much that I beat him, I didn’t care much about beating the others but teasing them was fun. I was surprised at how well I was getting along with his club members. They didn’t seem so welcoming at first but when they busted out the game, all bets were off.

I also realized that I was sitting down in Psycho’s lap. I was so busy being pissed that he was able to do it effortlessly. The worst part was that I didn’t want to get up. I was unfortunately very comfortable being cocooned by him. He was so much larger than me I was pretty much swallowed up in him like a huge bean bag. Well except for the fact that he was all hard muscles. If he put me here, what the heck… I might as well enjoy it. I let myself sink into him; he took all my weight without so much as flinching. The back of my head nestled into his chest, my butt right on his crotch my thighs barely covering his legs, his massive shoulders exceeding mine. I felt like a doll in his arms.

I glared at the Tank guy. “And make sure that you change the game to Call of Duty.” I tapped Psycho’s thigh. “Give Tank the controller. I want to kill him a few times in retribution.”

Tank, who was shifting through the games turned around to look at me eyebrows raised. “Seriously?” he asked.

I nodded. “Heck yes I’m serious. I need some payback to help me calm down.”

“Are you always this crazy?” Tank asked.

I sniffed. “I’m not crazy, I was just angry.”

“That’s angry? That was fucking scary.” Tank commented as he swapped out the games.

I laughed. “If you don’t make me angry then I won’t have to strike the fear of God in you.”

He barked out a laugh. “Holy hell Psycho, I fucking feel for you with that one.”

I frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Tank turned around and walked towards us and got the controller before sitting on the arm of the chair on Addie’s other side. “It means he’s got his hands full with you. I’d be careful about giving him shit though.” He warned.

I scoffed. “Oh puh-lease. This teddy bear isn’t going to do anything.” I joked and was rewarded with a pinch to my side that made me squeal and jump.

“Don’t tempt me.” Psycho whispered in my ear.

I ignored him and the shiver that rolled through me. I made Tank play with me until I completely annihilated him a bunch of times. When I realized the time I nearly jumped out of my skin. It was late!

“Addie, we have to get going. It’s so late. We’re going to have to pick up dinner on the way home.” I rushed out.

Addie popped up and ran to grab her bookbag from Psycho’s room. I tried to get up, but he held me back. “Relax.”

I turned to look at him incredulously. “Are you kidding me? It’s like 10 minutes to bedtime, we need to go.”

He shook his head. “When you’re anxious you start running around like a chicken with your head chopped off. Just sit your ass here and let Addilyn get her shit. You’ll get out faster.”

I rolled my eyes. It was true, but how the heck did he know that? Sometimes the things that came out of his mouth were concerning. Addie appeared a minute later with both of our stuff. We got up and Psycho held out his hand expectantly.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Keys?” he said raising an eyebrow.

Here we go. “One, I let you drive my car that one time. That was a once in a lifetime gig. Two, why do you need my keys? Me and Addie are leaving, not you. Three, you’re not the boss of – hey what are you doing?” he took my bag from Addie and was looking through it.

“Ignoring you and getting to the point.” He answered.

I smiled. “Jokes on you, they’re not even in there.” I answered triumphantly.

He dropped my bag down on the couch and gave me a grin that didn’t hold an ounce of innocence. “Alright then.”

He began to advance on me and I remembered the last time he drove. Suddenly, I was bombarded with images of him searching me for them. My thoroughly neglected lady bits began to tingle in anticipation. That is so wrong Siarra, get your life together. Clumsily I stuck my hand in my pocket pulling the keys out and handing them to him. His grin faltered for a second like he was disappointed.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he asked.

I shook my head and picked up my bag. “Let’s go.” I said as I pushed past him.

On the way out, Tank moved in front of me stopping me in my tracks. “So, we can call a truce? I don’t think I wanna be on your bad side.” He said cocking his head to the side.

I pretended to think it through. “I don’t know… you were mean to me when I first got here, and you messed up my game.” I told him.

He pouted. “Oh, come on. Throw a man a bone, I learned my lesson.”

I laughed. “Fine… just this once.”

“Hug on it?” he asked waggling his eyebrows.

I opened up my arms to accept his hug, when there was a tug on my suspenders pulling me to the side. I stumbled behind Psycho as he dragged me behind him. “For someone who was in such a rush, I hardly think this is the time to stop to start handing out hugs and kisses.” He grunted out.

Tank looked at me confused and I just shrugged. I wasn’t sure what his problem was either. He didn’t let go of me until we were at the car and he threw my door open practically pushing me inside. He slammed the door shut before I even righted myself and then got in the car. I stared at him, and stared, and stared some more. He was definitely in a mood and I have no idea what I did wrong to make him angry. This silently brooding side of Psycho was by far the scariest one I’ve encountered. It’s much easier when I know what’s got him ticked so that he can get over it and we can move on. Right now, he’s stewing.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” I tried.

He looked over at me and narrowed his eyes. Yep, pissed. He held his stare as he started the car and changed gears. He broke contact to drive but didn’t once utter a word. I looked in the rear-view mirror to check on Addie and she seemed blissfully ignorant of the tension in the front of the car. He didn’t look at me, AT ALL throughout the entire ride. He only acknowledged me once when we were at the McDonalds drive thru to ask me what I wanted to eat and even then, it was forced like it was the last thing in the world he wanted to do.

He stayed to eat with us and it was mainly quiet. He and Addie exchanged a bit of conversation and as soon as she was done she ran upstairs for bed. She was tired as all heck. My food could’ve tasted like cardboard for all I knew. I didn’t even enjoy it, instead my mind was rerunning the entire day in my head wondering what I could’ve done to have him this angry. When we were done, both of us eating slow as slugs I went about throwing away all the garbage.

When I was done, and he still hadn’t spoken I caved. “Seriously, what is wrong with you?” I asked.

His eyes once again narrowed. “When you’re at the club, don’t fucking flirt with the guys. You’re there for Addie, not to hook up.” His words were harsh.

I flinched. “What are you talking about? I didn’t flirt with anybody.”

He scoffed in disbelief. “Oh really?”

I crossed my arms. “Yes really.”

He pushed his chair back and spread his huge legs out and crossed his arms. The whole thing was a bit intimidating. “So, what the fuck do you call that shit with Tank then? Do you always go around hugging strangers?” he accused.

Wow. “One, it was friendly, and it was more teasing than anything. Two, I couldn’t flirt if my life depended on it. Have you just met me today or something?”

He sighed. “Look just don’t fucking do it. You don’t need to be so fucking friendly then if that’s what you want to call it.”

He may as well have had snakes coming out of his head for as much sense as he was making. “I’m sorry, but I’m kind of lost here… seriously what is the real issue here?” I asked.

He leaned forward placing his elbows on his knees. “I didn’t fucking like it. That’s what’s wrong… so I’m telling you not to fucking do it.”

Oh damn. He must’ve fell and bumped his head to the white meat. “I don’t know how many times I’ve got to tell you this before it absorbs into that thick skull of yours, but you are not the boss of me.”

He was out of his seat in an instant and advancing on me. I took a step back for everyone he took forward until my back bumped into the refrigerator. His arms came up caging me in with nowhere to run. “I am the fucking boss of you; it’s about time you fucking understand that. I don’t care if you like, I don’t care if you accept it but that’s just what it fucking is. You keep fucking with me and pushing me and I’m going to snap. Whether I bend you over a counter and fuck you until you can’t walk, or I snap your fucking neck is yet to be determined. I’m warning you Siarra, behave yourself.”

He stepped back putting space between us and waited a beat for me to respond. I didn’t, I couldn’t.  What he said made absolutely no sense and the way he was looking at me I figured this would be one of those times that I chose my battles wisely. The wise decision in this case seemed to be to shut up. “I’m going to get me an Uber then I’m gone, go get your ass ready for bed and come back to lock the door.

If he thought, he was going to get an argument from me right now he thought wrong. I did as he said and as I was entering the living room he was making his way to the door. He didn’t offer me a glance or a word before he was out the door.

That night, I dreamt of him and all the things that I swear I don’t want him to do to me and my body. The third night in a row I woke up in the middle of an orgasm and I knew I was screwed. If it’s just me and my thoughts, I’m grown enough to admit that I was attracted to him. Hell, a nun would probably change her ways for him, he was holy hot damn smoking. Then, the little things he keeps saying to me every once in a while, to throw me for a loop. But I knew better than to look too deep into it.

He’s made it obvious that he wasn’t attracted to me as much as he teased me about what I look like and what I wear. It’s all in fun, but it’s not like he doesn’t mean it when he calls me dorky, or nerdy, or even geeky. I know he means it and I can’t blame him because it’s not like I’m oblivious to it, but I accept myself as that therefore I take no offense when other people observe it.

The realization that I had on my attraction to him made everything just a bit harder. I couldn’t act on it and I shouldn’t feel it, but when I’m around him it’s like a constant arousal. I want him, and I shouldn’t. It’s the worse feeling in the world knowing that the one person I’ve ever been completely and utterly infatuated with was a person I’d never have… a person that would never feel the same about me.

That was only the first week; the next three were pure unadulterated torture.