Meat

Chapter 29

It made sense, that's why Jim was cheating, that's why Jim was closed off with everyone. How long has this been going on? I know Jim and Tom have known eachother forever, but wouldn't it be weird dating your daughter's boyfriend's dad?

I run back to Tom's car, putting everything back to how I found it, trying my best to avoid them ever from finding out anyone was in there.

Maybe I'm over thinking this. Maybe Jim was comforting Tom for Drake leaving, or maybe they just went to have a beer or something. Maybe Jim was telling the truth, and it was only one time with a girl, and now he hangs out with Tom at night.

I started to wonder what it could be. I could be jumping to conclusions, right? I mean, Jim was less than excited when I told him I was bi, and I know Tom isn't a fan of it, so if they were homophobic why would they be seeing eachother?

Thoughts started running through my head as I sat behind the Silverado once more. I decide to wait it out. I brought a book with me in my overnight bag, and I pull it out and start reading.

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Two hours and half a book later I hear a car. I look up and see that Jim and Tom have pulled back up. They're in Jim's car talking, never losing eye contact with eachother. They seem like they're in deep conversation. I see Jim holding Tom's hand over the middle port of the car. Tom looks upset, and hangs his head down.  Jim grabs him by the nape of his neck and kisses him deeply. Well, I guess I wasn't reading too into it. After they kissed, Tom got out and Jim followed after him into the bowling alley. The bowling alley had a bar inside, so maybe that's where they were. I run over to Jim's subaru and climb into the back.

It makes sense now. All the times mom and him were fighting, she never mentioned him smelling like another woman, there were never any signs of another woman on anything besides Jim's body, and even then, hickeys don't always come from women.

About ten minutes pass before Tom walks back out, alone. I duck as he gets into his little Camry. I can tell he's crying, his face is puffy and his eyes are red. He starts his little car and speeds off. About a minute after that, Jim walks out as well. I duck behind his seat as he opens the door and gets in. He sets his phone in a cup holder, locks his doors and buckles before starting the car. He starts the car and I make my move.

I throw my rope over his head and around his neck. He yells in terror.

"Shut up." I say in a raspier and darker voice then my usual voice. "Stop freaking out and drive to where I tell you." He struggles for a minute, but then oblidges. He puts the car in gear and heads toward the exit of the parking lot.

"Who are you?" He chokes out, still struggling to breathe.

"I said to shut the fuck up. You're going to get on the highway, get off at exit 32, and then turn right at the fork."

"That will lead us to the woods." He chokes out.

"No shit. Drive!" I tightened my grip a bit as I yelled that. He stepped on the gas and followed my orders. When we got to the opening of the forest I told him to go to his family cabin.

"How do you know about that? Who are you?"

"I said shut the fuck up and drive. I have a rope around your neck. Do you really want to keep asking questions?"

I was pissed with him, beyond pissed, but I wasn't going to kill him now and get lost in the woods.

He drives to the cabin where this all started. The weekend that made me into the anti-hero monster that I am. I pulled my hammer out of my bag and hit him with it on the temple. He knocked out immediately, but I knew he was still alive. I tie the rope around the headrest on the seat and jumped out of the car. I don't know how long he will be out, so I have to do this quick. I get the spare keys I stole and open the cabin door. Of course since we took off the big door, it was just the screen door I had to unlock.