1972

Chapter Thirteen

(Dedicated to a very special birthday and to a very special friend. Happy birthday Kailegh🎉)

The questions were long, the suspense was brutal, and nothing compared to an Alfred Hitchcock movie. There were no saving graces, no mercy, and nothing but a since of misery and that depends on the people you ask. Tom was laughing like a king and we were enjoying ourselves like slaves. The group in here was only having fun when they were hurting someone, and the rest reacted only when the mood said so. Fresh blood was dripping from Ivor's nose, and Malinda had a black eye swollen shut. Malinda's left cheek was red from what they called: a playful slap, but it sounded like the type you'd give to discipline your dog.

"This round," Tom gave a wild smile. "One of you gets it wrong the other person gets hurts."

I couldn't watch,Tom had made his point. In face Tom made his point long time ago, now it was just a matter of suffering through it. I wanted to get the pistol away from Tom but even a quick grab wouldn't be quick enough, he was long and a man. One elbow to the chest or a punch to the face, I'd be down long enough for his to try and kill everybody. Most of all I was scared, if I fucked up even ounce I might not ever see either one of them again.

"Ivor I think you deserve a break." Tom abruptly says. "Malinda will take care of that."

"What the fuck do you mean ill take care of that?" Malinda boldly barks out. "Me giving him a break is me killing him."

"Then do it." Tom says coldly then rethinks his statement. "No that's to easy right now, but your going to do as I say, besides consider this a favor."

"Nothing you ever did was a favor." Then she mocks his rethinking faces and adds on an after thought. "Besides you buying me diamonds of course."

"Well consider it one." A dark expression clung to his eyes. "Now undo his pants."

This one I felt was a jab at me. Everything hurt but this would be the third memory that would stick the longest. Malinda crawls on her hands and knees and Ivor intently watches as she approached , he didn't have much of choice. Undoing his pants and pulling them down to his waist she looks back at Tom. Tom leans in and move my face close so he could whisper in my ear. The words were cold, excited, and even had sympathy.

"This part is going to be hard for you to watch, I know and the words might hurt even worse." He lets out a long sigh. "Letty I wouldn't let you watch this if I didn't think you deserved to know."

Pulling away it felt like I was hot butter and he was the burner. Unfolding a cream paper with sharp handwriting on it Malinda's eyes contained pined up hate. The emotions she had were daring, but they were still selflessly selfish. Nobody deserved this, not even the enemy, but to Tom we all did. To Tom we were society and we hurt him the most.

"I'm going to read you something, Malinda should know it since she wrote it." The smirk is on his face again. "Every time I get to a pause I'll let you guys catch up."

"Fuck you." Malinda says balling her fist up. "You-"

"My patience is running thin bitch, keep taking and I'll give everyone some of your diamond these guys could sure use more money." Rolling his eyes he looks back down at the paper and begins to read.

Malinda retreats into herself. I could never understand why the diamonds were so important or what they possessed to her, but one way to make a threat was if you tried to take them away. The words were painful and so was the oral mouth part. Long story short Malinda never loved Tom she states: I'm attracted to the one man I feel more for than beside expansive jewelry, and that Toms best friend. Malinda had feelings for Ivor, only I wasn't surprised. When everything was said and done the gun was loaded and pointed at Malinda.

  This is when I messed up. By time Tom went to shoot my mind had made up and for the second time this evening I was wrestling on the ground. A bang went off and my eyes find Ivor's with my arm latched around Tom's neck. Blood spilled onto Ivor's face and it looked as if he was about to stumble back. There was only one moment of silence before  all hell broke lose.