The Past - Erich Blunt

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Hello my angels, I am excited for you to read this!!!

It may be my favourite chapter to write so far.

Here is wrath.

*****DISCLAIMER*****

This chapter will be graphic. If you suffer from emetophobia, please be careful. It does discuss excessive drug use too.

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e r i c h' s  p o v

I had him right where I wanted him.

At last.

"Did you touch her?"

Pure fucking rage.

"She was used to scare you, clearly it worked otherwise you wouldn't be here. As if you think I would rape my own granddaughter? I'm only here for your bank account Erich."

The things I wanted to do to him, the way I wanted him to feel pain. I wanted to make this as slow as possible.

"What do you think that you're the big man huh? Do you think it's funny taking my child away from her Mother? Did you get a kick out of using my own flesh and blood to get to me? You're pathetic."

Of course he only wanted money.

I tightened my hand around his throat, my knuckles were pure white. Somehow, he still managed to fucking laugh at me.

How dare he?

"The - child - you - only - met - today?"

He was struggling to talk through my grip.

"You don't know anything."

"You'd - be - surprised - son."

"Don't fucking call me that you sick cunt, you lost the right to call me son when you laid a finger on Adele."

Kevin's face was turning blue, I felt fucking powerful.

"I - did - more - than - lay - a - finger - on - her."

Sick pervert.

With that, my fist collided with his face. I dropped my grip and immediately he fell to the floor. I kicked Kevin's stomach, the noise of the impact echoed around the room.

God did that feel good.

Kevin spluttered out blood from his mouth, he looked like shit.

"You're sick in the head, God you're a disgrace of a man."

Once again, the bastard was laughing.

"Don't act as if you're any better."

Asshole.

"The hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I've heard about your addictions Erich, you're just like me. Did you know I shared a cell with one of your ex employees?"

"Addiction? You mean past addictions, I used to be an addict not a fucking molester. You dare compare me to you. Tell me who you shared a cell with."

"Some guy called Bill, I think you need to find more trustworthy friends."

Wilkie?

I fucking knew it.