Broken Memories
Chapter 4
Warning: VIOLENCE
Debbie laughed with the man about how bad the snow had
gotten, yet all the gay boys were out partying as if there were no blizzard in
town. She’d spent an hour chatting with him and found him charming, but wondered
why he hung out in a diner on Liberty Ave. She knew he was straight just like
she’d always known her son was gay. It was just after one in the morning that he
left. It was only as the door was closing that she realized she hadn’t even
learned his name.
She didn’t have time to think about it too long as the after closing crowd
started pouring in and everyone needed food before heading home to fuck their
brains out. For the next hour she was too busy to notice anything but the plates
coming up. It was only when the crowd started to thin that she noticed Brian
sitting alone in the back booth.
“And what can I get you, Brian?” She waited for a smartass
reply and not getting one got worried. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’ll live.”
“That’s not what I asked. Are you okay? Anything you want to talk about?”
“Nope.”
“Brian, I know that Sunshine hurt you, but you have to either forgive him or
move on. You can’t keep stringing him along like this.”
“And what the fuck would you know about it?” Brian spat.
“I know that he’s truly sorry for leaving and that he never stopped loving you.
In fact, he loves you more now than he did then, if that’s possible. He had to
find out if he could make it without you.”
“I certainly don’t want to discuss this with you, so if you could just bring me
a cup of coffee and stay the hell out of my life I’d appreciate it.”
“You know that’s getting old, Brian. Don’t you think it’s time to just grow up?”
“Fuck you.”
“Sorry sweetheart, you aren’t my type.” Debbie turned and stormed off to get him
his coffee, bringing it back without a word.
Brian left the coffee and a twenty on the table, leaving as quietly as he
entered. On his way out he crashed into a dark haired man with yellowing teeth.
“Watch where the fuck you’re going, would ya!”
The man laughed at Brian and stepped aside letting him pass. “Asshole,” he
muttered just under his breath.
Brian was in the jeep and gone before he could even have the chance to remember
the man’s face. A point that would haunt him for years to come.
***
The man stood just outside of the diner, hidden by the shadow from the
streetlight, and just watched Debbie as she cleaned booth after booth. He wanted
her more than he’d wanted any of the others, but he knew he had to wait for this
one. She wouldn’t be easy, but she’d be the best.
After about an hour he decided it was time to get back to the one he’d left
waiting at home. She must be wondering where he was by now. Whistling the theme
to the Andy Griffith Show, he headed for his car. He’d be back soon for the
redhead.
Ten minutes later he was home. In the door, down the stairs and into the
playroom. He found her sleeping. Grabbing the cow prod he woke her again,
smiling to himself at the love he saw in her eyes. She loved him, like that
bitch never could. And she’d love him until it was time to bring home his new
wife.
“Please, please let me go,” she begged. “I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”
“Shut the fuck up. Don’t you realize that you're never leaving? You can’t leave
me, you love me. Say it. Say you love me.”
“I love you,” she whispered.
“LOUDER!” he screamed as he once again prodded her, enjoying the smell of her
flesh burning from the electrical charge.
“I love you,” she said again, barely above a whisper. “ I love you.”
Grabbing the camera from the shelf he pressed record before undressing and
raping her once more. He’d show this bitch, he thought to himself. Tonight was
the last time she’d lie to him. Just as he shot his load deep in her ass, he
reached around and slit her throat, thrilling in the warmth of her blood.
Pulling out he frantically stroked his dick until he came again, this time
enjoying using her blood for lubrication.