Chapter 9


    Mike


    I looked at the sunlight filtering through the tree limbs. The numbness brought on by the Jack Daniels


    left me. Now I was stiff and had a damp ass. Damn, why didn''t I notice the ground was wet when I sat


    down? Oh. Right. I was half drunk. Standing, I stretched all the kinks out. I wondered if Missy ever got


    out of the woods.


    I meant to tell her the way she needed to go, but the look of pure horrified shock on her face was


    hrious! Did she think Dad would let her just walk away?


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    When I reached the school parking lot, it was empty. Good, the school was out. I was totally over


    school. It''s nothing but a waste of time if you ask me. As I pulled out of the lot and drove home, I


    actually obeyed the speed limits. Unfortunately, even driving so slow the drive only took ten minutes.


    Tammy, my sister''s friend, parked in front of my house. Maybe my day was looking up!


    "Hey girl, what''s up?" Some ytime sounded nice about now.


    "Oh hi, Mike. Hey, is Dean home? He said he''d tutor me in math."


    "I bet he did." Her flush or her biting her lower lip told me what kind of tutoring she was talking about.


    My fist clenched around my keys. I took a calming breath and grinned at her. "He''s not here, though,


    but I can tutor you in anything you need."


    "You are such a pig, Mike." The disgust on her face.


    A pig? What did I say? "Yeah? That''s not what you saidst time."


    Tammy rolled her eyes at me. "Whatever, Mike. Dean is a gentleman so why would I waste my time on


    you?"


    She was begging to get pped. I started to bring up my fist but remembered Dad didn''t want me


    hitting her. Her dad was in good with him, so I had to y nice.


    "Yeah well, as I said you deaf bitch, he''s not here so get your skank ass out of here." I grinned at the


    sh of hurt on her face. Good. When Tammyes crawling back to me, I am so going to make sure


    she''s sorry. Damn Dean. God, I hated his stupid ass. I couldn''t wait until Dad finished pretending to be


    friends with his pack. I was going to have so much fun smashing his pretty-boy face into the ground.


    "Thank you for getting rid of that girl. I can''t stand her. She is like a parasite," Mom said, wiping her


    hands on a dishtowel and kissed me on the top of my head, making the anger vanish.


    Mom was the only one who managed to calm me down when I''m angry. Usually, the only thing that


    made my anger go away is beating the crap out of someone, usually Missy. She was good like that.


    "No problem, Mom. She really is a parasite, came here looking for Dean hoping he''d let her blow him." I


    grunted as she smacked me on the back of the head.


    "Language, Mister. I don''t care if what you say about her is true, it''s not the way to speak. You may talk


    like that with your friends, but when you''re around me, I want none of it."


    Rubbing the back of my head, I begrudgingly gave her an apology. I slung my arm around her waist


    and gave her a hug. She flinched, and the anger trickled back through me. Dad hit her again. "How


    bad?" She''d never let me see the bruises. Always the torso Dad likes to say. Below the chest and


    above the hips. That way bruises are easily hidden by the clothing.


    Mom smiled at me. How could she smile like that? It is something I never understood about my mom,


    and Missy, for that matter. How did they manage to smile and pretend like nothing was wrong?


    "I''m fine sweetheart. It''s not too bad. Your father just couldn''t help himself. He''s under so much stress


    I scowled, but I knew arguing with her would get me nowhere. "Fine. I''m going to my room."


    "Okay, make sure you clean up for Dinner," she told me with a kiss on my forehead before returning to


    the kitchen to do whatever it is moms do there.


    I closed the door and sat on the bed, leaning against the wall. My anger returned as I thought of


    Tammy, Dean, my dad. I hated them all and wanted them dead. With a smile, I closed my eyes


    imagining what it would be like to have their blood on my hands. I wanted to do it. I wanted to see the


    life drain out of their eyes. I opened my eyes and in a slightly better mood. I nced out of my window


    and let a small smile cross my face as I saw Missy.


    She made it out after all. That''s my girl. I knew she''d do it. Nothing keeps her down. I scooted off my


    bed to watch her swing on a swing set like she was six or something. It made me smile even more. I


    know my dad says she is human trash and should''ve never been born but I always kind of liked her.


    She''s a lot stronger than he thinks. No big surprise there, Dad is a fucking idiot half the time.


    Missy always gets up no matter how hard I hit her or what I say to her. It''s nice knowing no matter how


    angry I am she''ll always be there to take the hits to make me feel better. Also, I think we have a lot in


    the truth was I wanted to tell her about Dad. I don''t want him to kill her. I need her. If she''s gone, who


    will take my anger? I can''t risk taking it out on my mom as he does.


    No, I needed Missy just as much as she needed me and she needed me. Missy is like the yin to my


    yang or crap like that. Without me, she''s no one, but some stupid unimportant human. We were meant


    for each other. We weren''t mates or any of that stupid shit. Who really needed a mate, anyway? This


    was more than that. She needed to be there to take my anger. Only she can do it.


    My eyes narrowed as I saw Dean freaking Williams walk up to her. What was he doing there? Anger


    turned in the pit of my stomach as he started talking to her. What did Dean have to talk about with


    Missy? Didn''t I make it clear, no one goes near Missy but me! The more I watched, the angrier I got. He


    kept getting closer and closer to her as he held the chain of her swing. Go away Dean, I swore silently


    at him.


    A growl resonated through my throat when he held her face. I was going to break his hand. To make


    matters worse, I watched Dean kiss her. He actually kissed her! My lips curled into a snarl, I felt the


    nails of my hands grow into ws. She blushed, smiling at him. He was taking her from me. "No!" Dean


    could have Tammy or any girl he wanted. Anyone but Missy.


    I gripped the windowsill, not caring I had splintered the wood. I watched them. "Enjoy it Deano,


    because it''s not going tost long. You are a dead man. I am going to kill you, I don''t give a fuck what


    Dad ns are. You are dead."