He stepped out after Gaga. Waiting for her to get ahead so as to create a distance between them. He chose Rocco because it meant tough. And that was what he had been since he could say "kill".
Rocco also had the ability to turn heads,eyes and hearts. He was a strong bloke with a rather protruding chin. He was sun-burnt in a way that suited him. His chestnut hair was thick. Quite muscular and broad chested, he demanded a lot of attention from crowds. Since he carried barely anything he decided he'll take the bus. A bus home and a bus to the past.
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"Pete mom and dad are fighting again." Little Jude called out.
"Don't call her mother. She isn't our mother. Get it??!!!"
He screamed down his ears.
Peter Johnson passed the half full alcoholic bottles, powdered cocaine, rolls of cigarette and all the noise. He stepped out and went to the butchery. Where he worked to get extra money when he wasn't he school. Odd job isn't it?? But boy's gotta do what a boy's gotta do.
Pete love his job. Not because of the pay or any particular interest in it. It was the feel of blood and tissues on his skin that he loved. It was the sensation he enjoyed when he cut up the pieces of meat and fish. It was that feeling that drove him to kill his stepmother. He caught her when she was high and took her to an abandoned house. Slowly he chopped her to pieces taking his time. Dwelling on every derivation from the moment. He later packed up her parts and sold to someone.
Pete never felt anything only a deep hatred for the woman even in death. His father never questioned her disappearance because he thought she had finally flown the coop. Rocco was a domineering type. Almost robotic. He was daring and insensitive to pain. Even when little Jude died.
He never used drugs and barely smoked or drunk. Peter was a health fanatic. Once a health fanatic, always a health fanatic.
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He was happy he was back on the streets where he belonged. Well, not quite.........
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Drunk Deep in Death
Mystery / ThrillerYou could call them,"Death Realers." You could nickname them,"Death Freaks." But you would never know.....psychos on the inside,humans on the outside. Death is a game to them. You roll the dice and play. Sentenced after arrest for armed robbery, th...
