Black Temptation

Chapter 60

AS YOU READ THIS, I WANT YOU TO THINK ABOUT THE REOCCURRING THEME OF ALL THESE CHAPTERS.

My eyes look for some kind of sign that he's still alive...but he just lies there. Still.

"Well...that was quite an eyesore of a death, don't you think?"

Shaking my head, I keep wanting this to be a dream. I can already see the wheals starting to form on my arm at at an excruciating rate. The bands around my hands are too tight and my strength is too weak...my will has been shot dead along with my Ms. Tote and now PJ.

"I know what your thinking but you need to stop. He was not my son. Harry is my son. My perfect son. Kind, caring and not a bad looking dude. He is perfect. He is mine."

"How can you say that? You threw him out like garbage and you stole his childhood? He hates you!" I scream.

"That's only because I couldn't get his real father out of the way while he was still there! God, you make it sound like I'm the bad person!"

"If, if you love your son so much, then why did you want me to kill him?" Asking, I do with now dry lips and dryer eyes.

"Because," He says, kicking PJ over to a pit on the side of what now looks like basement? "I needed you to lead his faux-father to me. See, I was lazy and I didn't need to overuse my smarts. I knew that the real Peters was looking for his son because that little dead bitch down there told him the truth about he and Harry and I knew that Harry hated the real Peters. Their paths would have to cross, but I needed a catalyst. That was you. I took the name, "Peters" because every physical document would only lead you to one place...When you thought you were going after Peters in CherryBrooke-me-you were following Peters from Gainsville. When you thought you were talking about Peters from CherryBrooke, you actually had Peters from Gainsville. You would continue to hate Peters while you single handedly led me to him. He would die and it would be all your fault. How cleverly conniving, I know."

A deep swallow awakens himself and Harry slowly holds his head up. I can feel it on the back of mine. I relish in it. I find it a comfort.

"My dear boy!" Alexander says, cradling Harry's chin.

"Get off of me!" He screams.

"Defiant child. That can change. That-will-change."

We both swing our heads to the opposing sides, dying to see each other's faces. But suddenly, Harry's head stops.

"He killed PJ?"

I nod.

"Oh but not in vain. He was part A. Now, McKenzie's part B. You see Harold, your lover has not been completely honest with you. But I get the feeling you already knew that."

He grabs my hands tighter.

"She's a better person than you ever will be."

A great, quaint laughter erupts the walls of our unknown cell.

"I was hoping you would say that. McKenzie, why don't you tell Harry hear why you really needed that gun."

I stare at him, patiently waiting for him to not care. Yet, to my dismay, he does. He does.

"Cat got your tongue? Haha! Well instead of her telling you. Why don't I just show you?"

And with a flick of his hand, the real Peter's head is brought to the light, lifeless yet. Face burned, black eye, busted lip and boils devouring his skin, he looks exactly how I pictured him. But not-him.

"My god..."

"Correct! See, the only reason she needed the gun was because all those meth addicts kept stealing her cargo. She needed that so she could, well what she thought, get me but what she actually did was..get him. Make sense? But I helped her. She was too busy suffocating on gas and stuff. Harry, meet your...sperm donator." He snickers as he walks away back to that same counter.

"M-McKenzie..."

"Harry I didn't know-"

"McKenzie!"

"I'm so sorry!!"

"McKenzie, listen to me! On 1 you need to kick."

"Harry he-"

"On 1. Just kick. Ok?"

I nod. He just disregarding who he's sitting in front of. Alexander returns with a burning iron ore.

"5..."

"God, I'm gonna love this." Alexander cries.

"Why don't you just kill me already and spare me the theatrics?"

"And miss all the fun?"

"3..."

Alexander approaches me with the iron ore and sticks it near my face. The heat is blistering.

"2..."

"I hope you like the smell-"

"1..."

Abruptly, Harry's ducks and my body goes flying over. "Just kick" and I do! I kick with all my might, smacking Alexander right in the nose. And I keep kicking, my eyes are closed and the bag stuffing me with poison is about to topple over-but I keep kicking. And abruptly, my chair falls to the ground. My hands are untied yet unequipped for combat with that iron ore.

Alexander wipes his bloody mouth and eggs me on.

"Come get some."

There's one thing I learned about having those bodyguards for 6 days...if you can't overpower them, outsmart them.

And that's what I intended to do when I started to undress....