A Better Life by Kyle M. Scott

Author:Kyle M. Scott [Scott, Kyle M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-04-16T04:00:00+00:00

PART 2

Castles and Sand

19

Pete watched, amused, as Lisa spat the remains of three teeth out of her bloodied mouth like unwanted candy. One of the teeth landed silently on the table-top, the other two didn’t make it quite as far. They clung to her swollen lip for a second, then, lubricated by blood and saliva, they slid down her chin and dropped onto her mountainous bosom. They held there like little mountain climbers scaling a pink, fleshy Everest.

Not bad for one headbutt.

Not bad at all.

He still had it.

The fat bitch looked like she was set to topple.

With one hand, he clutched her shoulder, balancing her. With the other, he grabbed a freshly opened beer from the table.

“That’s it, bitch. Get ‘em all out. Wouldn’t want you choking to death on your own teeth, now would we?” Pete asked, cheerily. “Not yet, anyway”

Lisa said something, but he had no idea what. She sounded all kinds of fucked up.

“The girl’s still upstairs, right?” he asked.

Lisa managed a small nod. Her head was rolling wildly on her neck, though. It looked like her melon might fall off any moment.

“And Jess is with the girl…?”

Another swaying, intoxicated nod.

“That’s good. I’ll get to those two bitches soon.”

Lisa tried to say something else. More gibberish that he couldn’t understand. He wasn’t much interested anyhow.

Pete chugged on the fresh beer, relishing its taste after his brief but wholly fucked-up trek through Bumfuck-County, USA. Damn, it tasted good. The fat sow had her uses. Stocking up the little portable fridge she’s brought along sure was one of them.

Shame Curt wasn’t here to share in the glory of it.

Pious prick would probably shut me down for being ‘drunk’ during business.

Motherfucker.

Well, that wouldn’t be much of a problem going forward, now would it? There wasn’t a bottle of beer on God’s good Earth that could put out Curt’s fire. No, sir.

Pete chuckled to himself, despite the headache. It had only intensified since he’d used his forehead to crack open the fat, disgusting food-disposal unit he’d once called ‘wife’.

He lowered his beer and, still with a fistful of her hair, directed Lisa to a chair. She sat there, limp as a used-up dick, blood and snot spilling from her beautifully flattened nose onto her split, swollen lips.

Yep…a job well done.

Taking his time, Pete pulled up a chair by her side. He sat close, making sure he was her whole world, relishing the fear that brimmed in her eyes. It was nice to finally put paid to the cunt. He should have done it years ago, when they were still together.

Regrets, I’ve had a few…

“So…” he said. “You’re probably wondering just what the fuck is going on, huh, cunt? That’s okay. Makes sense. It’s not every day your ex-husband wanders in from the desert night and rearranges your face. It’s a good look, though. It suits you. It ain’t like I could make you any fucking uglier.” “Now…” he said, scratching his stubble. “I have no idea what in the hell you

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