Spiteful Punks: Chapter 4
“You fucking find her. I want all of you fucking cunts out there looking for her! Ears and eyes, am I fucking clear?” Payne shouts angrily, dismissing Church as he slams his fist on the table when he gets mumbled affirmatives in return.
Everyone scatters out of the room with their tails tucked between their legs but I stay behind, propping my feet up on the ledge of the table, my hands clasped together behind my head. I can handle Payne’s violent outbursts of anger because my own is nothing compared to his… it’s worse. I feel absolutely nothing inside, it’s a fucking dark, empty echo, and my obsession is the one girl who doesn’t want me. I thought claiming that cunt would keep her in her place, but she just had to get out of line and run off. But, no worries. I love a good hunt and she’s at the top of my list. I can hardly wait to break her in once I find her.
“Cruz, I want you to go find her, and if you return with her… She’s yours, boy. I don’t fucking care if you slit her throat while fucking her. Tillie will learn who is in command right under my boot for one last time. But first, I need you to do something for me.”
I tilt my head, staring at him, and wonder why I don’t feel an ounce of compassion for his daughter. Being abandoned at a young age by their birth parents would screw anyone up in the head but that’s the thing, I was already messed up since birth. Growing up, I once saw an animal and had a desire to cut it up just to see how its insides worked. The words sociopath repeated from multiple doctors still lingers, the main reason my parents left me at the park and never returned, but Payne took one look at me and gazed past the chemically imbalanced part of my brain. He gave me a home where I could run the city red and didn’t blink once, especially when I became obsessed with his daughter. I’ve waited patiently, followed his orders, fucked his daughter when he allowed it and I’m finally close to taking what’s been mine from day one. Tillie will be mine even if I have to kill her and claim the last bit of light leaving her eyes, I’ll even have her soul because she can’t escape me. So, I’ll fucking do anything and it’s finally my time to shine.
“What do you need from me?” I nick my finger with my knife, watching the trail of red liquid slide out of the cut, and can picture clear as day when I carved up Tillie’s back with my initials, her blood running freely onto my hands.
“I have a rat and I need you to sniff them out. You’ll find the girl faster. It’s only a matter of time.” Payne grins slowly, stroking his beard as he stares out the window overlooking the junkyard. “No one runs from me, no one.”