Forever Halloween With You

Chapter 7

Malachi

I sit outside of Polly's bar that sits the next town over, watching my dad- the drunken loser he is. I walked through the woods all the way here, the walk refreshing with thoughts of her. I wanted to stake him out a bit, watch who he talks to, but to my displeasure he doesn't talk to anyone. He is the one weird old man at the bar filled with a younger crowd. His glass is filled to the brim, as he sips making a tart face, before gracefully putting back on the bar. Light hand with his liquor, hard hand with his family. Disgusting. My eyes can't look away from the window that gives perfect view of him. I don't even know why I stay outside, I know the fucker wouldn't even recognize me if I took the seat next to him.

I place my hands into my black jean pockets about to go inside and observe at a closer proximity, that is until I see Lavender emerge from a car with Bianca. What the fuck is this? She is dressed in the skimpiest piece of fabric, I'm assuming is a dress of sorts. Her big tits bounce as she walks over to Bianca, lacing her fingers in hers and walking excitingly in the bar. My blood is boiling out of my pours, what the fuck does she think she is doing? If I had any questionable thoughts about going in there, they're gone. My loon of a father is about to share the same space as her, breathe the air she does, and I'm not about to have that happen. I'll lay low and attack when I have an opening to sting. I speed walk across the street, bringing my hood over my head and walking toward the door. I open it, weaving in to my right and sitting at one of the ten tables that lay on the left side of the bar. Thankfully the dark lightening in here will conceal me until I want to be known. A monster hiding in the shadows. A predator stalking his prey, ready to fucking devour.

The music blares in here over the several speakers arranged around the ceiling corners. I rub my temple with each thump. I watch as Lavender and Bianca sit at the bar all the way to the left, far away from my dead beat. She shoots back a shot, no two, no three in a fucking minute. What the fuck is wrong with her? I hear her loudly laugh at something Bianca whispers to her, but it's their eye contact that shifts to a man in the middle of the bar. I can only see the back of him, but he's dressed in a suit with long blonde hair. I hope she isn't thinking.. about.. I bring my hand to my head, rubbing my face. She's come here to get some dick? I grind my teeth, biting slightly down my tongue drawing a little blood. I need to feel pain before I absolutely lose control in this shit hole of a bar. It's taking every bit of power in me not to just walk up and kill this blonde hair dude, and while I'm at it I can kill my dad. Double Homicide for me.

I watch as she takes yet another shot before walking towards douche in a suit. She sits in the chair next to him as she bats her eyelashes that I notice hit the lens of her glasses. She is going to pay for this.. and not nicely. Roughly. Is she trying to get my attention? Because if so she is not as smart as I thought she was, she has always been the only woman I look for. The only one I see when I close my eyes, and the only one I see when I fist my cock. She giggles, sending a tidal wave of emotion through me. Jealousy? It's possible. Her arm moves up her body and lands on his shoulder, where she yet again laughs. I know I have to wait, I can't just attack yet. I puncture my finger nails into my arm, relieving the temptation to act. To fucking kill. If I see this Mr. Suit man lay one finger on her, it's all over for him. I'll find him and gut him like a fucking fish. I know I have to wait until she is outside for air. I can't make myself known while she is in the bathroom with the chance of Bianca coming in. See when I cornered her at the Halloween party, I knew she was far away from Bianca. The memories flooding in my brain, my cock twitch with excitement. I can still remember the horrified face on her when she first saw me, it was exciting. She should be thankful I didn't just leave her bare for all to see, considering I ripped her little skirt. I was a gentleman and left my hoodie behind for her, but I am curious how she covered that up to Bianca.