At the moment, I’m pretty sure the only thing I could think about was the fact that I had Cutie’s arms wrapped around my waist. My thoughts weren’t even that concentrated on the road as I swerved in between the many cars that filled the city streets this afternoon. The only thing I could hear was the roar of the engine, my own beating heart, and the sound of her excited squeals and shrieks when I made a sudden turn.

When we reached the highway (after I had went in a figure eight around at least four extra blocks), I was finally starting to think about where I would take her. Certainly not back to the coast facing the Titans’ Tower incase Bird-Brain and the others were on the look for her, but other than that I could probably take the beauty on the back of my motorcycle anywhere. Said beauty was still holding onto me tightly as I continued to speed down the highway towards some unknown place.

I saw a sign saying that there would be an exit coming up soon and quickly swerved into that lane so that we could get off the highway. Hopefully if I was around buildings I would find out where I wanted to go so that I could get the chance to talk to Cutie more instead of just feeling her pressed up against my back. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the contact since I was in fact in some sort of mini-Heaven right now due to our closeness, but I knew that if I talked to her more I’d have a better chance of getting her to loosen up so that maybe I could finally get what I had been seeking after.

“What better way to loosen someone up than to take them to a bar?” I suddenly thought and couldn’t help but smirk. My brain never failed to please me when it would suddenly throw random, yet helpful, thoughts into my head. There was a bar near by that I right away started heading for. Cutie didn’t seem to notice where we were since at a light she asked me where we were.

“Just taking you out for some fun,” I said, giving her half of the truth which is really all she needed to know. I’m pretty sure that if I had told her I was taking her to a bar she would flip out since she’s always been wound up so tight by Bird Boy.

“Hell, I pretty much know nothing about this girl,” I thought after realizing that I couldn’t just judge Cutie by how she acted when she was around the other Titans. I’ve been around plenty enough people to know that I can’t judge them by how they act around different groups of people even if I do believe that they should act the same around everybody.

Like Rachel. She was always so quiet at school but once I had killed her father and taken her with me she became much more adventurous and sexy. God there were so many times where she could be asking me a simply question but the way her lips moved to form said question would make my blood heat up and my heart start beating faster. There was no denying it… that I was in love with her that is. There’s also no denying that she’s dead now so I should be concentrating instead on the other girl on the back of my motorcycle.

It was when I came back from my thoughts of Rachel that I realized I was coming up on a light that was about to turn red since it was currently switching from green to yellow.

“Let’s see how well Cutie handles me breaking the law,” I thought with a hidden smirk before speeding up the bike and racing in between the cars easily before running straight through the light and dodging two cars. All the while I was doing this Cutie never gave any protest but her grip around my waist did tighten which meant that she was probably somewhat afraid of getting hit. Ha. No way in hell I was gonna get hit by a car and get into an accident. That accident where I lost Rachel was enough to last me a life time… accident wise that is.

“So she’s not against me doing small things, but let’s see how she handles the bigger stuff.” It might seem wrong to be doing this to her especially since as far as she knew she’d never done anything wrong to me, but they were tests to see if she could handle my lifestyle enough to make a decent girlfriend. I’ve had plenty of girlfriends before Cutie and not all of them had to go through these types of tests. It’s really only the ones that I think have a chance of meaning something more to me than a week of sex that have to go through my “tests”.

Rachel was the first and even though her offering up her virginity to me should have been enough to consider as a pass in my “grading”, it was really when I had killed her father and asked her to come with me was the test. Obviously she passed that one and then she even struck by my side when we were living with the dealers for those couple of months which is really like extra-credit. All the same, she left an impression since I fell in love with her and I still think about her constantly. The next girl to have to be put to the test was Sam and her test was to see what she told the cops while I was unconscious and obviously couldn’t make up my own lie. Seeing as how I’m not still in prison, she passed and, to my own shock and horror, I almost fell in love with her as well. Sometimes I think my heart falls for someone too easily, but then I think back to all of the girls I’ve been with aside from Sam and Rachel and I realize that only the ones that leave an impression or last for more than a week are the ones I begin to fall in love with.

Now I have Cutie and her test is to see how well she handles breaking the law since she fights to keep that exact thing from happening. So far she passed me running the red light, but now I needed to see how well she handled running from the law. Of course I won’t stop in the middle of being chased by the cops if she tells me to. This test depends on how well she handles when I stop the motorcycle and give her the chance to safely talk to me. If she yells at me and tells me it was stupid to do whatever the hell I’m gonna do then….... well really I have no idea what I’m going to do with her if that happens since there’s no way in hell I’ll kick her to the curb. I’ve worked too hard just getting her to talk to me to give it up like that especially if I still have a while to go before I actually got from her what I want.

“Damn. I have to be somewhat nice to her,” I thought while silently cursing Cutie for being so kind to the point where I didn’t know how well she would handle me being mean or harsh to her. With that thought in mind, I canceled out the thought of testing Cutie to see how well she handled running from the cops and instead just headed towards the bar as I had first intended to.

I was about another five minute drive to the bar and once we were there Cutie started looking around curiously, but kept her mouth shut. It seemed she was slightly uncomfortable with where we were since it wasn’t like her shining Jump City, but it looked like she didn’t want to seem afraid, though I could see right through her.

“You don’t have to look so freaked out Cutie, I’ll keep you safe. Besides, I know the people around here and they wouldn’t dare put a finger on you if you’re on my arm,” I assured her, offering a small smile. She replied the smile weakly but still looked slightly wary so I wrapped an arm around her thin waist securely.

“Don’t worry so much Kory, everything will be fine. Besides, half the guys in here have kids and are just trying to get away from nagging wives. This isn’t some club where you have to worry about rapists and shit heads like that.” My words seemed to break her from her quiet shell since she looked up at me instead of down at her white shoes.

“I’m not worried just wondering why you brought me to a bar on our first date,” she clarified and I raised my eyebrow at her choice of words.

“First date eh? So that’s what you consider this? Well I brought you here because I thought you could use some help loosening up and there’s no better way to do that than to chug down some beer,” I explained and she blushed slightly.

“I don’t need to loosen up,” she countered but I only laughed.

“You’re being defensive Cutie,” I pointed out and she simply stuck her tongue out at me which made me laugh more.

“Do that again and I may have to bite it off,” I threatened her jokingly and now she too was laughing. It was nice to hear her laugh because her happiness seemed to brighten the mood for everyone and everything around her.

“Really? I don’t think you have it in you,” Cutie challenged and for a moment I forgot about the fact that we were standing in the parking lot of a bar since all I was focused on was proving her wrong.

“Do you now? Then just try again. I dare you.” Yes I may seem childish by adding in the ‘dare’ but she was somewhat childish too especially since she was sticking her tongue out at me. With fast reflexes I was able to lean down and capture her tongue within my mouth which earned me a gasp and widened eyes. I released her tongue and instead started to nibble on her lips hoping to get a reaction out of her besides shock. Soon Cutie started to loosen up and began to kiss back and then it was fury of tongues and roaming hands. When air became too needed I pulled away to see Cutie staring up at me with half lidded eyes and pouty red lips that just screamed ‘fuck me now’.

“Come on Cutie, drinks await us,” I said with a smirk before taking her hand and leading her inside the bar.

oo-oo-oo-oo-oo

It’s amazing what a couple of drinks can do to a person, but in the case of the cutie I have with me now, it took more than just a couple of drinks. I’d probably have to be stealing something real pretty and shinny later this week in order to pay off the bill from all the drinks I was buying this girl. All that mattered now was that she was beginning to get tipsy and I had actually convinced her to come dance with me. Now I have no intentions of trying to dry hump her or something because I actually just wanted to try and dance with her. It really is an excellent way to test how drunk someone is by the things they may tell you while in a semi-romantic position such as dancing. People will tell anything when given enough alcohol and put in a certain position especially one that even hinted at romance because romance is close to lust and everyone loves lust.

“So this guy who you think may like you, is he a good kisser?” I asked, remembering the first conversation we had had at the park that one afternoon. Really all I wanted to know was if she had kissed Bird Boy to see how far their ‘relationship’ has gone already.

“Yes, but I find them lacking the passion and fire that I’ve always heard about,” Cutie told me truthfully and I found myself chuckling. Of course the boy was lacking passion; he’s like an emotionless board!

“How about in bed?”

“Again he lacks passion, but he is certainly good. Very beautiful body too,” she said with a dreamy look in her already slight hazy eyes due to the alcohol. Well, I certainly was surprised to hear that she had actually slept with the walking traffic light since she always appears so innocent but it made things less messy for me.

“How are my kisses?” Now I wanted to know what she thought of me. I guess a part of me just wanted to hear that she preferred me over Bird Brain, but the reason doesn’t matter; just the answer.

“Amazing. They light fire in my stomach while making my lips tingle afterwards, always hungry for me,” Cutie admitted openly before blushing after realizing what she had just told me. A smirk was placed firmly on my face as I looked down at her, our movements stopping completely.

“How do you think I’d be in bed?” I know I’m probably pushing the limits of what she’s willing to tell me, but right now all I really wanted to see her blush and boy did she blush. A deep red blush spread over her cheeks while she looked down at her feet instead of at me, the blush almost matching the color of her gorgeous hair.

“I’m not nearly drunk enough to tell you that,” she purred which made me have to bite my tongue to stop from groaning in some emotion I wasn’t quiet sure of.

“Well I don’t want you so drunk that you forget today and maybe even tonight,” I pointed out and Cutie raised one of her small eyebrows at my sly smile and words.

“Tonight?” she asked. Seemed she could play this game almost as well as I could since she obviously had nothing against flirting back. The sultry look in her bottomless eyes also held tints of lust in them which made a shiver run through my body. Did she know how much she was affecting me?

“Well I can’t just leave you hanging when my kisses leave you so hungry for me,” I taunted, bending down slightly so that my whispered words were spoken against the shell of her ear. When I was done telling her this I nibbled lightly on her ear lobe before kissing down her neck. My kissing eventually lead my mouth towards the clothing on her shoulder which I tugged at with my teeth.

“Jason, what do you have planned for tonight?” Cutie asked, obviously curious about just what the hell I was talking about. I don’t blame her though since Bird Boy is obviously lacking in the passion department and although I certainly didn’t love the cutie before me; lust can act as passion too.

“Whatever you want Kory. Tonight the world is yours,” I assured her, using her name just to add on that extra effect since all I had been calling her before this was Cutie.

“How long until tonight?” she asked and I smirked against the crook of her neck that I can been leaving butterfly kisses on.

“We can leave now if your really in a hurry, or you could always drink some more. I’m sure that no matter how wasted you get you won’t forget tonight.” I actually felt her tremble in my grasp when I said this which just gave my ego an extra boost. “What do you want me to do for you Kory?” I found that I liked the way saying her name sounded on coming from my lips, but I didn’t want to use it too often because using her name would only get me more attached. Since Cutie is a Titan and I’m a criminal I obviously can’t get attached to her and by using a nickname as simple as ‘cutie’ I won’t have to worry about that.

“Take me out to dinner Jason. I refuse to be some one night to you that only has to do with a bar and then your bed,” she told me, her flirty voice gone and replaced by a demanding one. I took a step back from her and took in her attire before an idea came to mind.

“I have a place in mind, but you’ll need some fancier clothes than that. Of course I have the money if you need something nice to wear as long and you’re not too busy to spend the rest of the day with me.” I watched her eyes widen slightly at mentioning her schedule and knew that she had finally just remembered that she is a Teen Titan and has responsibilities in this city. After a few moments of silence she finally nodded with a smile.

“I would love to spend the rest of the day with you Jason,” she told me and with that I knew that I would be getting laid tonight.

oo-oo-oo-oo-oo

Cutie giggled while she was in the dressing room, obviously still tipsy from our trip to the bar. I just sat in one of the plus chairs waiting for her to come out while trying to ignore the odd looks people were sending our way. It’s not every day that people see a guy like me with the bad boy image and a drunk smokin’ hot girl come strolling into some high priced place for a cocktail dressed.

“Jason can you help me with the zipper?” she called from the small room and I made my way over, pulling back the heavy curtain just enough for me to enter and closing it behind me. There I found Cutie, leaning against the wall with her dress perfectly zipped up and in place with a deep glow in her eyes that made my body heat up.

“I like this one. What do you think about it?” she asked as she slowly turned so I could see the dress. It was a simple black color which brought out the brightness of her hair and eyes and made her skin seem just that much more tan. It ended a little past her feet which meant that heals would be in order so she wouldn’t step on the hem of it. As for the front, well, lets just say that the front has got to be one of my favorite parts of the dress; the back being my second.

It was a low v-neck cut that reached all the way to right above where her ribs started, showing more than enough skin to leave little for the imagination. The parts that covered her breasts went up as a point, slowly getting thinner until it reached her shoulder and ended; the design the same on both sides giving her dress almost a dark feel to it. The back was bare, going down to just a few inches before her bottom and leaving the rest naked to the eye. Her skin there was left unscarred, small freckles here and there which I suddenly felt the urge to kiss just to see how she would react.

“How does it even stay up?” I asked, still slightly baffled by how gorgeous she looked in the dress. All eyes will definitely be on her tonight.

“There are these hidden ties that go behind my neck to keep it up. If I keep my hair down all night no one will even know about them,” Cutie explained, lifting up her hair to allow me to see the black satin straps that were connected to the shoulder points and then met to tie behind her neck.

“So why’d you call me in here if there isn’t even a zipper?” I could already feel the smirk work its way onto my lips as she blushed slightly, looking down at the marble floor that I noted must be making her feet cold.

“I wanted to get you alone and couldn’t possibly pull a stunt in the middle of the store if I still wanted to get the dress,” she said quietly.

“And what stunt would you be pulling?” Her head snapped up upon me speaking which kinda freaked me out because of how sudden it was until I saw her eyes; deep, dark, and lustful: the kind of eyes I love to see. I had just enough time to fix my stance before she was upon me, lips pressed against mine while her fingers were already tangling themselves in my hair. My smirk only grew as I rested my hands on her hips, feeling her shiver when I brushed my fingers against her bare skin. We pulled away for air and then my mouth went straight to her jaw line, kissing and sucking my way down her neck; earning me soft whimpers as she tried to keep down the volume.

“Lets buy this dress so that I can strip you from it sooner,” I whispered into her ear, my breath ghosting over her skin which I knew was driving her crazy by the way she quivered in my hold; her body already silently begging me to take her but I wanted to draw out this experience. I wanted to make sure that she would remember this and me, the guy who didn’t give in to her every will and instead bent her to fit mine. I wanted her body to remember my touch so that if at any time I were to touch her again she would feel the want coursing through her body until she eventually gave in; assuring that I our night to come wouldn’t be the only one. No, I envision many nights to be shared together where I make her break down her walls and completely submit to her inner addict until I had given her exactly what she wanted.

“Please,” Cutie practically begged and I kissed her neck once more before leaving the changing room; the smirk never leaving my face. This looks to be the beginning of a very pleasurable relationship.

oo-oo-oo-oo-oo

Once again I found myself driving through the streets with Cutie wrapped around my backside, hugging me close which I had nothing against seeing as I wanted to feel her body pressed against mine as much as possible. Even though I was facing away I still felt where her breasts were pressed against my back and by body shivered slightly upon thinking of her body molded against mine. Keeping on a strict pet name calling or not this girl was still affecting me like none other to the point where I actually wanted to please her more so than myself.

Most of the time I only get with a girl because I know she’ll benefit my needs and please me while in return I can of course show her one of the best nights of her life. With Cutie I wanted to not only show her the best night of her life but make sure she remembered it. I wanted her to have to go back to the tower and have to be around that traffic light so that when they fuck all she can think about is how much more she enjoys my body over hers than bird boy’s. It’s an evil thing really, to want to leave thinking about my touch constantly until it becomes the only thing she can think of; driving her insane with want. The dirty image of her touching herself, wishing it was instead me pleasuring her filled my mind and I felt my cock harden within my pants as I bit back a primal groan. Oh yeah, this girl is certainly messing with my head almost as much as I am hers. And to think that the last girl to affect me in such a way was Sam though she had never affected me as much as Rachel had.

Thinking of Rachel, I had to fight back an assalt of different emotions. Unsurprisingly one of those emotions was anger towards myself for killing her in the crash and for dragging her into my unhealthy life style. There’s no denying that the way I live isn’t good for my state of mind or my health since I’m constantly putting myself in danger and throwing myself in the line of fire, but it’s something that I can’t help but do. A new store opens so I rob it and get all of its opening money, pretty much ruining their welcome to the business world. A diamond store gets some new merchandize and I’m there at three, four in the morning; stuffing bags full of their goods before taking off to the sewers. Even with being able to just be Jason sometimes instead of Red X all the time it still isn’t a real life because there’s always the part of me that’s haunted by what I do; the part of me that keeps me up at night and constantly brings up all the people I’ve killed and all the lives I’ve ruined. Sometimes I think that’s the only part of me that’s even keeping me sane anymore since it helps me know that I’m still human and that I didn’t completely die in that crash five years ago.

Being with girls just helped throw some wood onto the fire that was constantly threatening to burn out, but they never truly lit it up again and gave me a surge of power. Even being with Cutie wasn’t doing that and hell she’s the prize I’ve been hunting after for a few months now. Maybe she wasn’t doing what I wanted because I hadn’t fully gotten from her just what I have been seeking. But what if she doesn’t give me what I want? What if I’m left looking around for the girl that would but I know that it’s useless since no matter what, the girl wouldn’t be Rachel.

I shook my head to rid myself of those thoughts and focused my attention back of the road to see that I was about to come up on the turn that would lead me further towards my secluded home. One sharp turn later followed by Cutie’s giggles and cars honking, we were alone on the road and I was free to take the speed up a notch more. I don’t ride on this road often due to the fact that I’m usually getting to the city by means of the sewers, but whenever I do I always enjoy it. It’s probably one of my favorite roads to drive on because of the surrounding trees that make you feel so small in comparison to the rest of the world. It’s also so quiet, only the sound of the engine making noise as I speed through the curvy roads, hugging the corners tightly as I sped on; loving the feeling of the road beneath me as I practically glided over the ground.

I stole a glance in one of my mirrors to see Cutie looking around in awe, obviously just as captivated by the surroundings as I was. When I looked back up at the road I noticed my favorite part coming up and slowed down until I came to a stop and got off.

“Are we here already?” she asked, getting off the bike as well as I took off my helmet and smiled.

“No, but I wanted you to see something. Follow me,” I explained before taking her hand and leading her into the surrounding woods. There was silence all around us save for the occasional sound of a bird and rushing water which grew louder as we walked on. Soon the trees began to thin out and the floor of the forest became covered with moss and I picked up the pace, probably wanting so much more to see what was beyond the trees than she was since I had missed this place so much. This was the one place where I was able to just calm myself and actually think about Rachel without feeling bad and getting angry with myself. This was always the one place that I had promised I would take Rachel after discovering it one when I had been visit when I was younger which my mother. I still regret never being able to show her the true beauty of the world. To let her know that I didn’t completely hate the world since I still found something in it worth existing.

We were only a couple of more minutes away and I was now running, frantic to see the place I had dreamed about and craved so much. Finally I saw the sun begin to peek out from beyond the trees and hear the sound of the rushing water over take all else before my breath caught in my throat as I broke though the trees and took in the sight before me. Behind me I could hear Cutie gasp as she too froze and took in our surroundings, marveled by the pure majestic appeal to it.

“Jason… it’s beautiful,” she whispered and I only nodded while trying to keep calm and not completely collapse. This was the one place I went after Rachel died where I was truly able to let loose and cry and often during the middle of the night instead of sneaking out as Red X when I was with Sam, I would sneak out here and just think; sometimes even crying as I dreaded over how much I missed having Rachel in my life.

From where we were standing, one could see the whole forest before them and even beyond it the outskirts of Steel City that was a couple of hours away. There was also the rather small lake that not many people knew about in the middle of the forest with the blue water reflecting the light and shimmering even from how high up and away from it we were. There weren’t many trees in the area Cutie and I were standing in but that’s because we were right next to the edge of a waterfall, the water rushing only a few meters away from us before it fell off the side of the cliff and down at least three hundred feet below before it continued on in a rushing river towards the city. It’s always amazed me just how high up my grandparent’s house is since when driving up here it never seems like it’s that far away or this high up when really it is. I guess I just get lost in the feeling of being in control and being so calmed by the motorcycle below me as I drive on. To both the right and the left side there are more large trees surrounding us off to the distance and we’re left standing on rocks that are always warmed by the sun.

“How did you find this place?” she asked, breaking the silence that I had been enjoying so much. All good things must come to an end sadly.

“When I came up here with my mother once to visit my grandparents I got into a huge fight with just about everyone in the house and ended up running away for a while. I stumbled upon this place and fell in love with it. This place is one of the few things that I love in the world, the other in another life; stolen from me by gang members five years ago,” I said quietly, fists clenching together painfully as I thought back to the night of the crash.

“I’m sorry you had to lose something you love. I too have had to go through great loss in my life,” Cutie said quietly and I thought back to the stories I had heard of Starfire and how she had been sold to slavery by her very own family in order to save her home planet. She definitely did have a rough life, but then again who doesn’t.

“Well I just wanted you to see this place. From my bedroom window you still have a nice view, it’s just from here you get more of a feel of the view since you’re outside and can hear everything,” I explained before turning around and heading back into the forest. We were silent for the most part of the ten or so minute walk back to the motorcycle. Even the rest of the ride there was silent so by the time we pulled up to the house I was done with all of my deep thinking of Rachel and was ready to show Cutie around so that she could be awed by everything and maybe get a little action before dinner later tonight.

“You live here?” she asked in awe when we got off the motorcycle and I began to pull out the keys from my pocket.

“Yeah, I’ve lived here for about the past four or so years. Do you like it?” I already knew she did, but I still wanted her to say it so that it only confirmed my thoughts. My smirk grew as she said that she loved it as she followed me into the living room. The house is large and spacious, perfect for a large family but sometimes too much for only one person. That’s probably the one thing I missed most about having Sam with me; not being so alone when she was around. Sam always managed to bring life to things and make me not feel as alone in the world as I really am.

“My grandparents had a lot of money and while my mother got most of it when they died I got the house. Since I can easily hold my own and make my own money, managing the house isn’t a trouble at all and with house cleaning once a week I almost never have to do anything,” I explained as I took her on a tour of the house; walking to rooms that I hadn’t even looked at for the past month or so. Just shows how often I’m in this house aside to sleep after stealing some stuff.

“Wow, they must have loved you a lot to leave behind all of this for you,” Cutie said and I found myself laughing bitterly.

“No, they hated me. I just managed to persuade them to leave behind the house out of pity so that I didn’t have to be stuck living with my junkie whore of a mother,” I spat out before thinking back to the night I had visited my grandparents before killing them.

Despite knowing what I was about to be doing, killing some of the last family that I had left, I didn’t feel nervous or guilty as I easily picked the lock on front door to get into the house. I could hear the snores of my grandfather coming from his upstairs room as they slept peacefully, not at all knowing that they’re time of death had come. A knowing smirk was on my face as I thought of what was about to happen since it only secured my future more. Sam was back at her place, sleeping just as peacefully as my family was now but she was going to live on; I was going to make sure of that since once I had this house she wouldn’t have to worry about taking care of herself for much longer. I wanted to make sure that Sam had a good life so that she could live on and have a better life than I’ve been cursed with. Something about her made me want to make her happy and save her life since she saved mine.

I was sure to be quiet as I made my way up the stairs despite the fact that I knew I wouldn’t be waking up either of them. All the same I wanted to be careful and try to leave as little of a mess as possible since there was no way I’m gonna be caught for my murder. I was, after all, dressed as Red X and since all of my other crimes committed as him have never led back to me it’s pretty safe to say I won’t be caught, but I’m not taking any chances. All I want is to get the old man to write the will before I give them a quick and painless death. It’d be wrong to do any differently since they aren’t completely bad people and they’ve probably already suffered enough with having to deal with Linda as a daughter.

When I slowly opened the door I felt a small nagging in the back of my mind that was telling me not to do this and that it was wrong, but my dominate side quickly took over and shoved that feeling out of my thoughts. If I didn’t do this then I wouldn’t survive and I refuse to go down without a fight. I’ve made it this far with little to no help from other people so they’re no changing now. I have to do this which means that tonight two more people die. Compared to other nights that I’ve gone out to steal from the dealers or hit up some stores for money, two people is a rather small death count. And since they’re two old people who live out here in the middle of no where it leaves for even less people missing them.

Do they ever think about who my father may be?

The sudden thought threw me for a loop and I froze where I stood, puzzled as to why I would even be thinking that. Though the more I thought of it the more things began to piece together and the more angry I became with the two elderly people sleeping in the bed only a few meters away from where I stood now.

What if they know who my father is? I obviously don’t know, but what if at one time, like right after I was born, my father was still around and my grandparents knew about him. They could tell me who my father was and then I could finally find him and find out if I really did get all of my horrible traits from him. Then, I would make the bastard pay for leaving me. Oh yes, he would pay horribly for all the pain and trouble he put me through. Of course I’ll never admit to just how hurt I was by not having a father growing up since I need to stay strong which has kept me alive for all these years.

“Who’s there?” I heard the man in bed call out and I raised an eyebrow underneath my mask. Wasn’t he asleep mere minutes ago? Old people have such odd sleeping habits.

I looked up to see he was staring at me, figure shaking slightly as he watched me from where he sat up on his bed. A smirk grew over my lips as I took a slow step forward, taking note of the way the old man began to shake more as I neared him. By now the woman was awake too and she looked just as equally freaked out be the intruder in their home as she moved closer to her husband and held his hand tightly. Really the image was slightly touching since they probably knew that this could be their last few moments alive together and they wanted to spend them together, but I didn’t let that get to me as I stepped forward more and kept my eyes glued to them.

“W-what do you w-want?” my grandmother asked in fear, continuing to shake as I stepped forward. Eventually I made it to the desk near the window and took out my gun along with a vial and then a needle and a shot.

“I’m here to make sure that my life will go on and in good fortune too. Don’t worry, I’m not here for your money, just the house,” I told them calmly before taking off my mask and then stepping into the moonlight streaming in through the window so that they could see my face.

“Jason?!” the old man cried and I laughed bitterly.

“You act so surprised. Did you honestly think I’d grow up like you and have a happy normal adult life after all the shit I was put through as a child?” I spat, watching the elderly couple flinch as I spoke and continued to walk towards them calmly.

“Oh but of course you did. You didn’t know of how fucked up your precious daughter is! Well let me tell you, she’s fucked up! She’s a druggie whore and with the child support money you’ve been sending her all her life she’s been using it to buy her wonderful drugs. Sometimes I wonder who she loves more: the drugs, or me. Then I come home from school and the answer is clear as daylight since she’d just slap me around while high. Maybe if you assholes weren’t so selfish you would’ve seen just how much pain I was in whenever I came to visit you over the summer. Maybe then I wouldn’t be here now, about to end your pitiful lives.”

“Jason we didn’t know! You have to believe me when I say that we loved you! Linda kept you away from us and there was nothing we could do! We’re so sorry about everything she’s done to you and we want to help you Jason. Together we can fix all of this and get you and your mother the help you both need,” my grandmother spoke up and my hardened glare went straight to her.

“The help we need? Trust me she is well beyond help and I don’t need your pity or your help! I’ve been fine on my own all my life!” I yelled, feeling my anger begin to take control of my actions.

“Please Jason, let us talk about this and work things out. There’s no need to be irrational,” my grandfather pleaded and I spun around and grabbed my gun before pointing it as his wife.

“Get up!” I ordered, my eyes narrowed as she let out a cry of fear and he slowly got up.

“I’ll do whatever you want. Please, just don’t hurt her,” the old man pleaded and I rolled my eyes.

“Of course you would. It’s because you love her, isn’t it? What if you were the reason she died and you had to live on?! How could you live with yourself after that? Having to look in the mirror every day and see yourself alive and well while you know that the person you love most in the world is dead and that there’s nothing you can do to bring them back!” I practically screamed, letting my own emotions take over instead of thinking and acting as I had originally planned. My family was quiet for a while as they continued to stare at me and then my grandfather slowly walked towards me with his hands held up as to show he meant no harm.

“Did this happen to you Jason? Did you loose someone you loved? I’m sorry you had to go through something so horrible, but we can get you help. I’m willing to help pay for some people to come and talk with you. You don’t have to be alone Jason,” he told me before doing the worse thing he could have; he placed his hand on my shoulder.

“I don’t need your fucking help!” I yelled before grabbing him by his arm and flipping him around so that he was pinned against the side of his desk with my gun pressed against the back of his head.

“Jason! Stop!” my grandmother cried as she shot from the bed and tried to get to us. Acting quick, I pointed the gun at her instead and she froze as her husband began to struggled underneath my hold even though it was obvious that he wouldn’t be able to break free.

“What do you want Jason?” the old man finally asked, his voice quiet and calm despite how much I knew he was worried.

“I want you to write your will with me in it since I know before you weren’t going to include me,” I hissed, words full of venom as I let loose on the old man but kept my gun point on the woman.

“Get writing,” I ordered and he did just that.

“What exactly is it that you want? My money?” the man asked and I scoffed.

“No.” Oh how I love to plot and mess up people’s lives. “Leave the money to your dearest junkie daughter so that she can use it to buy drugs and then end up really fucked up. All I want is the house. The rest you can do whatever you want with it. When you’re done writing it, let me see it before you sign it. I have to make sure you got everything right,” I ordered, the smirk remaining on my lips as he got to work with the gun still pointed at his wife. We were all still for the ten or so minutes that it took for him to write the will before I snatched it from his grasp and looked it over.

“Good. Sign it and then leave it on the desk.” They did just that as I put the gun down and instead took the materials necessary for their shots.

“What are you going to do with us Jason?” my grandmother asked from where she sat on the edge of the bed, hand clasped tightly in the hold of her husband’s.

“Kill you. I can’t have you calling the police or altering the will so it’s the only option I have left. I really didn’t want it to come to this, but consider it a favor so that you don’t have to see your daughter fail so miserably,” I told them and I could hear the whimpers.

“We won’t call the police or alter the will. We promise you that Jason. Please, just let us live. We’ll move out of the house now if you really want it that badly,” my grandfather tried to reason but I just ignored his pleas as I neared them.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t. It’s too risk. But your death will be quick and painless, like going to sleep and never wake up. I’ll give you time to say your prayers if you wish.” With that I turned and headed into their bathroom, closing the door behind me. I knew they wouldn’t do anything and even if they tried I would be able to hear. The only thing they were doing now was telling each other how much they loved one another and I felt the nagging come back, this time targeting my heart and I suddenly felt bad for what I was about to do. No matter the harsh life I’ve been raised with, I can’t turn completely heartless and doing this still does hurt because they’re some of the last family I have left; that I know of at least. This brought me back to my previous thought and I returned to the room quickly, throwing open the door and earning a scream from my grandmother.

“Do you know who my father is?” I asked, trying to remain calm as I studied the look on their faces; searching for any changes that would tell me they knew something. My grandmother’s eyes widened so I turned my attention to her.

“I know you know something. There must have been some court issues since I’m sure Linda would’ve tried to squeeze some child support money out of him before he ran off. Where is my father?” I was walking towards the woman as I spoke, my eyes narrowed dangerously as I struggled to keep my emotions in check. It’s so much easier to deal with people I’ve never met before. It’s when I start dealing with family that it’s becomes complicated because everything becomes that much more personal.

“I don’t know anything Jason. I swear!” she cried, tears streaming down her face. I brought out my gun and held it against her forehead as I began to count down from ten.

“Jason stop! She doesn’t know anything. I left her out of the business so she wouldn’t be hurt by it,” my grandfather spoke up and I turned to him.

“Where is my father?”

“Jason are you okay? You kinda spaced out,” Cutie interrupted my flash back and I turned to look at her. I felt slightly dizzy from thinking back to that night but didn’t show it as I leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss.

“What can I say? You amaze me that much,” I told her and she just scoffed while rolling her eyes but that didn’t keep the smile from her face and the blushed tint off her cheeks.

“How about I show you to my favorite room of the house and soon to be your favorite room as well: the bedroom,” I said before leading her up the stairs and to the awaiting room.

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Ahh! I finally updated! Well this is my longest chapter so far so at least you guys got more for how long you had to wait. I’m so sorry this update has taken so long! I messed up by updating so quickly with the first three chapters, but now I’m gonna try to pace myself more so you guys can get updates more frequently. Also the length of the chapters contributes to how long the updates are taking, but I’m still gonna try to make update long like these four.

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Kattie