Chapter 38

                                    

                                          
Chapter 38



                          
~ Drew ~


                          
"When I was around six years old, my mother past away. All the time they said it was cancer, but later I found out someone killed her. I was so young at the time I didn't know any better. My father then told me the truth one night when he got drunk." I laid in the bed with Michael right next to me, I looked in his direction and sighed. "Just bear with me, and please wait till im finished." He stared deep in my eyes and nodded, I went to look at the ceiling even though I felt his eyes on me. 
                          
"My father couldn't take it anymore, he was losing his mind. My mother was everything to him and she was everywhere in that house. He began to drink very often, he then escalated to consuming drugs." The whole time I was speaking my voice held no emotion. 
                          
"After a while when I turned seven he started beating me, I thought I could make him happy and proud of me if I did good in school. But he never held happiness after my mothers passing. He began to beat me for the most absurd reasons, I had to go days without eating because he wouldn't restock anything. When I would ask him anything he would get triggered and he would release his anger on me." I paused for a moment before I continued again. "Before I turned eight he locked me up in our basement, at this point he was slimmer, dark circles in his eyes. Drunk, addict is best to describe that man. He tied me up with metal chains, and he left me there for a day till night came. I heard the door open for the first time and when I looked up to see my father, it wasn't him. It was another man I have never seen before, he.. he." I stopped for a moment once again and took a deep breath. Michael softly reached for my hand and squeezed it gently. I have never told this to anyone before, but Michael was trustworthy I guess. He deserves this much of me.
                          
 "He was the first one to rape me, I still remember the excruciating pain of him forcing himself on me. I stopped going to school I missed 4 years of it. Four years of torture, he would beat me every time I would pass out from the pain. He had whips and pretty much anything he could get ahold of, he used pretty much everything. He managed to mark most of my body, after that years later I got caught up im a bad relationship. He started beating me like my father did, some of the markings on my arms are from him." I paused and looked into his eyes, they held pity and anger mixed with hurt? I think that was it. "And that's why, I also have a few scars from jobs, the ones where my tattoos are messed up and you can see more clearly." 
                          
'You're so strong, you went through hell but yet you're still here.' He said looking intensely into my eyes. 
                          
"I wouldn't say strong but as for the other thing, I guess it isn't my time just yet." I said remembering how I would add bullets to my revolver every year. It really wasn't my time yet. 
                          
I still had to pay for what I've done. 
                          
'What do you mean by jobs?' He said after we staid quiet for a while, I hadn't realized how honest I had been. But here I was, ready for the truth to come out for him. 
                          
"Michael Im actually-" I was interrupted by his cellphone ringing loudly.  I guess it wasn't time to tell him that just yet. 
                          
He apologized and left the room leaving me all alone, I went to look back at the ceiling. I took a deep breath, I guess some sort of weight lifted off my shoulders. But I still had this pit in my stomach, I still felt like an empty shell. A walking corpse, a soulless monster all in one. Was I capable of feeling and other emotion aside from anger? I really just don't know anymore, he made me feel something. I just don't really know what. 
                          
I closed my eyes trying to think how this week would play out. My plan was to starve my victim for a day before doing anything else, maybe I should skin him? Skin his penis? Hmmm maybe my ancestors sacrifice ritual? That was one of my favorites, because if you did it right you could show them their heart before they died. You did have to have serious skill and be incredibly quick. 
                          
Excitement ran though my veins just at the thought of the things I was going to do to that monster. Perhaps I should do more digging in his past and decide exactly what I should do with him. I might let him of easy if he wasn't so bad, but the fact he put his dirty hands on me is unforgivable. 
                          
I still laid in Michaels bed, eyes closed breathing softly. Maybe I should try to go back to my place and do some more digging on people. I had two targets under my radar, I knew it would be a pain in the ass keeping up with both. But one was for my pleasure and the other was for business. I wonder why they wanted me to kill him, it would be a pain to pull it off but I only had two weeks to do the job till they handed the job to someone else. 
                          
I needed to know where he was and his whole schedule for the next two weeks. And get it done in a few days, I need to know who he's involved with, even how many times he takes a piss. 
                          
My breathing became calmer, my mind swirling with a million thoughts and my heart empty. This is how I would always fall asleep, with the familiar coldness surrounding me. I heard the door open and close followed by footsteps approaching me. I still held my eyes closed, not really caring who it was, but I knew who it was. His scent was soothing, I almost felt bad for using him this long. 
                          
'Damn it Vik, you really have all of me.' He whispered softly. I felt his gaze on me but I didn't look at him. 
                          
He got closer and I slowly looked up at him, he held a surprised expression, he thought I had fallen asleep. "I need to go home." I said looking directly into his eyes. 
                          
'You can't till you tell me the name, plus it's late. I have allot of work to do before this weekend. Ill have Jules or Gia bring some clothes for you, so until you show me or give me the name. You wont leave this place.' He said looking away at the last sentence, I knew he wasn't playing and he wouldn't break. I just looked at him and nodded mumbling an 'understood'. 
                          
'Now go to sleep, you can continue work tomorrow.' He said walking out of the door. 
                          
Great, now I have to figure out how to get out of here so I can do my real job. I have to fucking investigate and track, torture, kill dispose of a body all while stripping at night. Great, I might as well get all the sleep I can tonight because this week will be one of my fucking busiest.