- 22 -
It’s been three weeks since the court date and I’m almost ready for my plan to take action. I need to know what I’m going to say and do before I just end up snapping his neck.
R will get what he deserves.
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I brought my hand up to the door and knocked three times. I think it’s fucked up how R still lives in my mom’s house. I have no doubt in my mind that he got her killed. He did help kill my best friend. I wouldn’t put anything past him.
I waited a few seconds but didn’t hear footsteps so I rang the doorbell twice and tapped my foot on the welcome mat. Ten seconds later, I heard footsteps on the other side of the door.
The door swung open and R did a double take of me. I call him R now because thinking of names to call him bores me. And I really can’t remember his name that much.
“This is a surprise,” he said, staring at me hard.
“Are you alone?” I asked with a small smile on my lips.
He chewed his bottom lip as he studied me.
“I have a few people over,” he said.
Okay…
“Can you get them to leave?” I asked reaching out and touching his arm. “I have to…talk to you.”
“Uh…what are you doing?” R asked staring at my hand. He dropped his arm and slid his hand into his pocket. That’s exactly what I was hoping for. I need him to not understand my approach.
“Um…never mind. I’m sorry.” I shook my head and bit my lip. “I thought…I’m sorry. This is so embarrassing. I just thought…you and my mom were really close. I don’t know why I came here.”
I turned on my heel and started walking down the pathway.
R reached out and grabbed my arm.
“Wait,” he said with a look in his eyes. And there it is. That’s what I needed. The want. He has no idea why I’m here but he’s not going to pass it up. “Give me a minute.”
I nodded and crossed my arms over my chest, exposing more cleavage through my already revealing shirt. R’s eyes didn’t miss that move.
He walked back into the house and a few seconds later, three guys around his age walked out with raised eyebrows as they saw me. Yeah, okay. I get it. I look like a slut. My shirt is revealing some stomach and a lot of b-reasts, my skinny jeans are super tight and my heels are sexy and doing what they’re supposed to be doing. My hair is down and over one shoulder and I have eyeliner on. I have more make-up on that my sisters and Aimee suggested I used and I have to say I look good. Sluty and good.
R came to the door and let me in.
“If you were busy you didn’t have to kick them out,” I said batting my lashes at him in a sexual way. He hasn’t stopped staring at me so I know I’m getting him right where I want him.
“It’s fine,” R said shutting the door. “They were leaving soon.” He turned and started walking toward me. “So why did you come by? I thought you hated me.” I still do.
“I hated my mother,” I said stepping closer to him. I reached out and let my fingers slide up his chest. My eyes found his. “I’m sorry…should I not say that?”
His fingers wrapped around my hand and he smiled.
“Let’s not talk about your mother.”
I smiled and leaned into him. “You know why I came here, right?” I asked, sliding my hand up until it was at the back of his neck. “You’re smart. You’ll figure it out.” I brushed my lips against his softly. I resisted the urge to gag. Logan gave me the all clear. He won’t hate me for what I do.
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” R asked pulling back just a little.
“Didn’t you hear that we had a falling out?” I asked. “Apparently I’m too sluty so he doesn’t want to keep me around. I don’t regret telling him about some guy I had sex with my freshman year of college. He was better than Logan anyways.” I smiled at R and kicked off my heels. “You remind me of him. I think it’s the eyes.” I furrowed my brows and tilted my head to the side. “Did you go to UWash?”
R laughed and pulled away from me completely, stuffing his hands in his pockets, looking at me with a boy-next-door smile. That shit won’t work on me.
“Holy shit, I thought this was going to be awkward,” he said. “I did but I dropped out my second year.” His eyes held mine. “I didn’t think you’d remember me.”
“So it was you,” I said biting my lip like a f-ucking lovesick school girl. I want to vomit just thinking about this. “I knew it. Ever since I first saw you with my mom I had a feeling but you were with her so I was like, ‘yeah, I don’t think he’s the guy from the lake.’”
“Are you kidding?” R asked wide-eyed. “Becka, I got close to your mom because I wanted to be closer to you.” My eyes widened a bit. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not some creep or anything…”
Yes you f-ucking are.
He trailed off when he saw my smile.
“Why are you smiling?” he asked, curiously.
“Because my mom is out of the way, Roger,” I said. That’s his name, right? “Do you know how many times I wished she’d just go somewhere and never come back? Now she is. And she left you behind.” I leaned into him and slid my fingers up and down his chest. “And I’m single…”
He caught my hand and stared into my eyes.
“You wanted your mom dead?” he asked.
I nodded slowly, never looking away. “I didn’t think it was fair she got you to herself. And you loved her so I couldn’t–”
“I didn’t love her,” R cut in.
“You didn’t?” I asked with hopeful eyes.
“No,” he said sliding his hands onto my waist, fingers digging into me. “She was just a distraction. Until I got you.” His lips let mine and his hands started sliding up my shirt.
“Wait,” I said pulling back. “I want to ask you something. Everything I thought I knew was wrong so if you didn’t love her…did you want her gone too?”
“Yeah,” he said pulling me back to his lips.
“Did you kill her?” I whispered, pulling back again.
R stared at me with a questioning look.
“Why are you asking questions?” he asked, looking around the house. I know he’s getting worried. He’s thinking something. Shit. Wheel him back in, Becka.
“Because that would be such a turn on,” I said smiling again. “The whole story. You and my mom. You wanted me. You killed her. Now you have me.” I stepped back and pulled my shirt off, biting my lip so he’ll lose focus.
R’s eyes drank me in slowly. He looks like he’s going to eat me. I want to punch him or kick him until he dies but I can’t.
“So…?” I asked.
His eyes met mine and he smiled.
“I did,” he said pulling me into him. “I killed her.”
“How?”
He slipped his hands down to my ass and picked me up. I had no other choice than to wrap my legs around him. He started walking to the living room.
“I cut the brakes,” he said dropping me onto the couch with him falling on top of me. “Police assumed it was just an old line.”
I grabbed his shirt and rocked my hips against his, causing him to growl as he bit my neck.
“You have no idea how hot that is,” I moaned. “What else have you done? You seem like you’ve done some things that I don’t know about.”
R’s fingers went to my jeans and unbuttoned them. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out!
“It won’t freak you out?” he asked.
I shook my head and said, “Turn on remember. Tell me how bad you are.” I ran my hands down his shoulders and pressed on his chest when he wouldn’t talk.
“I was with this older woman once. Let’s just say it didn’t turn out fine. She killed her daughter and I had to help clean up the mess,” he said, smiling.
f-ucking asshole. I should kill him.
“Her daughter? Why?”
“She was jealous of the daughter’s friend. I guess some guy liked her and the mom didn’t like it. She thought she’d just kill the daughter and frame the friend for it. She sounds like a bitch. I don’t know why I slept with her,” he panted.
I know he’s talking about me but it’s still weird. He’s obsessed with me and Melissa didn’t like it. Alice died because of me. Her mom wanted me to be framed for the murder of her daughter because she was jealous? Are you serious?! That’s so f-ucking wrong that Melissa deserves to rot in hell too.
“You go for older women,” I said catching his eye. “So why are you with me right now?”
“Because I’ve wanted you since that first day we met in Seattle.”
His lips were back on mine as he got his jeans unbuttoned.
“And you know how to f-uck better than your mom.”
I brought my hands up to his chest as I pushed him back.
“Wait,” I said pushing him away harder. Do it. Get away from him. “Are you f-ucking serious right now? Don’t tell me that shit and expect to f-uck me. What is wrong with you? I don’t need to picture that.”
f-ucking gross.
“Come on, Becka. You’re a slut. Don’t over think this.”
Excuse me?! I know I am but he didn’t have to say it!
“Get the f-uck off me,” I snapped.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
“Can you just shut up and get naked? I’m not in the mood to talk.”
I cocked an eyebrow at him.
“I don’t know who you think you’re talking to,” I growled as I stood up. “But don’t ever f-ucking tell me what to do.” He stared at me like I was a new creature in a museum. “f-ucking asshole.” I grabbed him and threw my arm back. The moment my fist made contact with his jaw, I felt so good. So I did it again and again. “My sister was in that car! You could have killed her!”
“I should have!” R spat blocking a hit and throwing his elbow out. It hit my jaw but I didn’t stop attacking him.
Hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me off R. He’s on the floor groaning while blood seeps out of his nose, his mouth, and his eyebrow. I did that to him. And it felt f-ucking good.
“Relax,” Logan said in my ear. “They got everything. Breathe. Rebeckah, breathe.”
I turned in his arms and breathed him in.
This felt so good that I feel like I’ll snap R’s neck if I look at him.
The police were around us, picking up R and arrested him for the confession of what he did to Mom and Alice. Melissa ratted him out because she wanted a deal but I needed something on the death of Mom. My family loved her and they needed the truth. I knew R would have done something. He’s psychotic.
When he was out of the house, I pulled away from Logan and grabbed the microchip out of my bra cup. In this little device is the confession of the man who had a part in killing my best friend and my mom. All because of me. He was obsessed.
“Let’s go home,” Logan said kissing my forehead. “You’ve done everything you can.”
I grabbed his hand and found his eyes. “I love you,” I said. I tell him whenever I can because I don’t ever want to lose him.
He smiled and wrapped his arms around me. “I love you, too,” he whispered softly. “I would kiss you but I’m pissed at the moment. You have that asshole’s spit on you.”
“Next time don’t ask for details if you don’t like them,” I said shrugging, trying not to look like a complete bitch. I know he was worried but I had to do it. R wouldn’t have confessed any other way.
“No guy wants to hear that his girlfriend is going to try and seduce a guy into confessing his deepest secrets,” Logan deadpanned.
“It wouldn’t have worked any other way. You know he wanted to sleep with me.”
Logan rolled his eyes but pulled me into him.
We walked out of my mom’s house. I handed the microchip to an officer sitting in a van. He was listening the whole time with Logan beside him. It should be awkward but I can’t seem to feel it right now.
I gave my statement then Logan helped me into his car and we headed to my dad’s place. I crashed on the couch with my family and friends around me.
I did something useful today.
I feel special and worth something.
Alice’s death means something now and no one got away with it.
She’s finally at rest.
She’s free.
I love you, Alice. Always.