Getting Back to Friday

Chapter 9

Carter's POV

   "What was that all about?" Chandler screamed at me as he stormed into the cabin.

   I grinned. "What was what all about? I didn't do anything wrong." My finger was twirling around the ring of the coffee mug in my hand and I looked straight ahead with a dead stare and a crooked smile.

   "That little tantrum you just had on the kid! You probably just demolished a few of her ribs and she didn't do anything to you!" I saw Chandler step into view. His face was flushed red with anger. I looked at him and set my mug down on the kitchen counter I rested up against.

   "That thing wasn't listening to me, so it was punished. That is all." I knew it would bother him if I called her an 'it' and I waited impatiently for his response.

   Chandler groaned out with frustration and ran his hands through his hair, gripping clumps of it in his tightly balled up fists. "She has a name! I don't care if you call her by it or not, but she is not an object! She is a living breathing thing just like you and  I! Why do we even need her here in the first place?"

   I lifted up my hand to silence my brother. "I... have a plan... You and Ii both want out of this crazy state, right?"

   Chandler shrugged. "Sure, I guess."

   "And we need money to do that, don't we?"

   "Yeah, we do."

   I snickered. "Then why don't we sell the girl?"

   Chandler's face lost all expression and the colour from his once red cheeks drained to a stone cold pale. "Sell her? To who?"

   I thought about it for a second. So many options were avaliable that Chandler had no clue of. So many options that would send that poor little thing to her grave within a matter of hours if she screwed up even once. Then, it hit me. The perfect person.

   "I have a buddy, Jimmy. He is a little bit older than you and I, and he has an interesting... collection, one might say. I think that she might be a good fit for him to add to this collection of his. He pays big bucks for the things he keeps and don't worry, she will be taken great care of." I thought back to all of the calls I used to get from Jimmy about his new prize that he got every other week or so. He always told me about how much fun it was to keep his collection and how he enjoyed playing with them. A normal person would have probably gagged at the thought of what he did to his toys, but let's face it, I am not normal.

   "Wait," Chandler said, "you want to give her to some guy who will probably dress her up, get her addicted to drugs, and do... things... to her until she either grows too old or shrivels up and dies from drug overdose?"

   "Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!"

   Chandler slowly lowered his hands from his head and begand tapping his finger on the counter top. I picked back up my mug and loudly slurpled down another sip, waiting for him to speak up.

   And in three... two... one...

   "No! No way! She is just a kid and she is scared enough as it is! There is no way I am going to let you just sell her off to some crazy dude that will toy with her for the rest of her life! They will beat her, cut her, dope her up... maybe even end up taking the one most private thing she probably still has! You can't do that, Carter!"

   I stopped him before he could continue on with his rant. Walking up to him so our noses were only inches away from each other, I growled devilously. "Take away her most private thing she still has, eh? You would be jealous if he did that, now wouldn't you be?"

   Chandler shook his head and backed away. "What? What do you mean, 'jealous?'"

   I grinned even more now. "You know what I mean. You want her, don't you, Chandler? You want to hold her down and make her scream. You want that to be you and her."

   "No, I don't!"

   "Yes, you do. Don't lie to me. Or more importantly, don't lie to yourself. Your inner demon wants to come out, Chandler. You should let it. When was the last time you ever touched a girl that was not her? Hmm? You want to let off some steam. I know you do..."

   "No! Stop it, Carter!"

   I got even closer to him. I loved watching him squirm like a worm on a hook. "What makes you think that she still even has her virginity, Chandler? Are you just hoping that she does and that you can be the one to take it away from her? You are, aren't you? You want to take her into bed..."

   "Stop it!"

   "You want to hold her tight..."

   "Shut your trap, Carter!"

   "And you want to make... her... squirm..."

   Chandler lifted his hands up to push me away, but instead successfuly spilt my scolding hot coffee all over my chest. I grunted and looked up at him, feeling my anger levels raise through the roof. "Why you little...!" I shouted before tackling him to the ground and punching him in the nose. Chandler quickly returned the blow to my stomach and kneed me in the groin. I pulled myself off of him just in time for him to crawl out from under me and make a b-line for the front door. I watched and laughed as he scampered out.

   Standing, I pulled off my hot, wet shirt and walked over to the coffee maker to get some more to drink.

   Stupid kid, I thought, he will never learn.

Sorry about that awkward part towards the end, there, guys. I am not a huge fan of writing out anything that has to do with ANYTHING nasty, so that was stretching far out of my comfort zone. This chapter was shorter than I had expected, so maybe I could fit in another chapter tonight, but I am not sure yet. Still contemplating...

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