Sinnergog: Part 1 (Darkroom Saga Book 6) by Poppet

Author:Poppet [Poppet]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wild Wolf Publishing
Published: 2016-06-28T23:00:00+00:00

June 1973

Graduation:

It's the second best day of my life so far, graduating as valedictorian. I didn't tell Adam shit. He doesn't know a darn thing about my life now. I stop by the house once a month just to see if he still lives there, to see if he's kicked the bucket yet.

I should be so fucking lucky.

The bastard is like a devil. He's always high and drunk, stinks like a sewer, his teeth rotting, his hair thin, his skin withered and covered in zits, yet he continues to survive on zero nutrition and paltry hygiene. Logic tells me the human body cannot possibly sustain such ongoing abuse, yet the dude still attacks me when I walk in the door, swearing at me, spitting and wanting to fight.

And that's the kicker. Now that I can fight and am strong enough to take on my old man, now my conscience won't let me. I know I'm too powerful, I know I'll kill him with one punch.

Now that karma can finally collect I can't find the motivation to put that man in a casket. I'm not willing to stoop to his level if it's not a life and death situation. It's the last resort, the final frontier, and I loathe him so much I don't ever want to be like him. He killed Amy, and to this day I still don't know if she was my mother.

Did he prevent me from calling her mom because he knew the truth? Was she just another transient fuck on his way to LSD nirvana?

While the country was preaching free love and growing their hair I was living in my own Vietcong battle. My home was a war zone, father against son, father against 'wife'. She might not have been my mother, but she's the only mother I know. That makes her mom.

I'm thinking of her as I cross the platform, shaking the headmaster's hand, turning and smiling to my peers as I accept the highest honor of the year, when I see him.

How the hell did he know? And what the fuck is he doing here?

Steve is here, over there at the edge of aisle two, Mrs Rizzo on his arm. Marie Rizzo has to be the best cook in all of Idaho. I want to adopt her and make her my pseudo-mom, or neo-mom, or whatever you call a mother who isn't your mother. She's patched me up after fights more often than Steve has.

I like the fight, I love the numb of a decent blow, the way it dulls your nerve endings. The more you fight the higher your pain threshold, and I'm becoming the maniac who rushes to receive the first blows from a fresh opponent, then I feel nothing at all. Then I slaughter them and walk away with the money.

The Rizzo family take half and that's okay by me. They've given me a fight club roof over my head, they've given me power, and they've given me the peace and solitude to get the best grades of my school career.

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