Deadly Obsession - Chapter 6 (Patreon)

Charlie continues to stare at me in complete terror. He still has yet to answer my question, but his wide eyed gaze gives me all the indication that I need. My brain tries to come up with a logical explanation. After all these years how could I not have picked it up on the least?

He gave no indication that he was a woman. He’s flat in the chest and… my mind immediately flashes to each moment that he refused to change in front of me as we got older. Each moment I would walk in unexpectedly while he was changing and he was so panicked.

I snatch my blade from the bedside table and grab his-no, her shirt. The blade cuts easily through the fabric and sure enough there is thick fabric wrapped around her chest several times.

Binding.

A way of making her breasts flat and unsuspecting to anyone. I faintly register her light gasp as I rip through the fabric of the binding, her pert breasts falling from their restraints.

They’re small, but they’re definitely breasts. I look back at her face and she’s still staring at me, not knowing what to say.

“I… I can explain.”

She begins reaching for me and I immediately flinch away.

This isn’t Charlie. My Charlie. The boy that I grew up with all these years and vowed to protect. Or rather, it is but as it turns out, he is a she.

It explains so much. Why her features are so soft and feminine. The reason her body never developed in the way that it should have if she were a boy; the reason she could never land a devastating blow in combat training.

It’s why she’s so weak and frail and why she would get uncomfortable when I removed my shirt or took a piss in front of her. I feel a horrible churning in my gut as my parent’s actions come to mind.

My mother was so fucking angry when her hair grew out. She was always paranoid about Charlie telling her ‘secret’. In the end when they couldn’t trust her, they locked her in the basement and said we could no longer be alone together. It’s why Charlie wouldn’t look at me without blushing sometimes.

I drop my head in my hands pulling at my strands trying to figure this out. But I can't. My mind shifts to earlier today. The screams. Her please.

I immediately jump up, snatching Charlie by her shoulders as panic sets in.

"Today... what happened today," I hiss.

She flinches from my tone, her hands covering her breasts as she looks at me. Those exotic blue eyes drop and she can no longer look me in the eye. After a moment, I immediately notice tears running down her cheeks.

"He...," she trails off, sucking in a deep breath.

"He... he... he-" she's choking on the sound of her own voice, and I feel rage festering up inside of me.

"How long?" I growl.

"I don't know," she whispers before her eyes meet mine.

"…A long time."

"Fuck!" I shout. I see fear lurking in her gaze but I ignore it letting my rage loose.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" I hiss.

I don't know if I'm referring to the rape or to the fact that she's a girl. But her tears come harder, fueling my anger.

"She said she'd kill my family... that she'd kill you if you knew... if he knew."

My eyes widen. My mother knew the entire time.

I don't know what to feel anymore. Was it all a lie?

"Please, Romelo, don't be angry," she whispers.

I feel the press of her hand on my back and immediately pull away from her. I jump out of bed walking away from her with one goal in mind. Once I reach the dresser I yank it open and shed my bloody clothing, grabbing more clean clothes for Charlie. When I turn back to her she's still sobbing on the bed. I silently place the clothes in front of her waiting for her to calm down.

And when she does, that intense blue gaze pins me to the spot. Her thick lashes are sticking together from the tears, giving her eyes a much vivid intensity. Now that I can see who she truly is, I can't deny her beauty any longer. She's stunning. Exotic. Those eyes, her features and skin. She looks different than any woman I've ever seen before.

"... So what now?" she whispers.

I chuckle softly at the sound of her voice. All this time I thought Charlie was just a late bloomer. Or that he was just a soft spoken person. But it's really because a woman is whose been speaking to me all these years. Her voice is so gentle and lithe.

I meet her gaze with my own.

“I’m going to kill them,” I say.

Without another word, I place my fingers on the soft skin between her throat and shoulder, giving a hard squeeze. I watch as she gasps lightly before her eyes dull and she falls unconscious. I catch her in my arms, carrying her to the center of my room. She's always been so frail; so fragile. And now I know why.

I gently lay her on the floor, stripping her dirty clothing from her body. I feel numb. My eyes roam over her naked from. She's bony from all the years of neglect and abuse. I peel the stained pants from her lower body and sure enough there's blood between her legs and a vagina.

Using a towel from my closet I gently clean her, focusing on the task at hand. I try and keep my thoughts clear because if I get too angry, I won't be able to think straight and will leave her vulnerable.

Once she’s clean and changed, I take my pillow and the quilt I had wrapped around her all those years ago when I decided not to let her die, and place her unconscious body in the closet. I gently lay her down on the pillow before covering her with the quilt. As I stare at her sleeping form, I feel a heavy weight fall over me. I slowly reach out, my fingers caressing her cheek. The skin is soft. I pull my hand away from her, stepping out of the closet. I make sure to take one last look at her sleeping form before closing the door.

It takes me a moment to realize my body is vibrating. Anger, rage, betrayal; it's all overwhelming.

My mother took her from her home, had her parade as a boy all these years, and when my father found out the truth her raped her. There's no telling how many times. How many times did I leave her here unprotected? How many fucking times.

I clench my fists in anger. I was supposed to protect her. I was supposed to get her out of here.

I make my way back to the bed, kneeling under to grab my toolbox. Over the years I've accumulated deadly weapons in the instance that I would need them. I make sure to grab my knife and gun, placing them in their respective holsters. I let my mind go blank as I finally go in search of the people that brought me into this world.

* * * * *

I hate them. I've always hated them, but that hatred has grown into something more. I take in my parents as they slowly regain consciousness. They're shitty people and they deserve what I'm about to give to them. They're both bolted to their own chair, their bodies only able to move in the most uncomfortable of positions.

My mother slowly blinks as her consciousness returns, her gaze meeting mine. Her eyes immediately shift from my own to the object in my hands, a loud gasp leaving her lips. My father does the same next to her

"What the fuck is this!"

My father begins shouting as panic sets in, but I don't respond. I make my way to his body, kneeling in front of him as he struggles with his bonds. I place the nail gun in my hands over his foot, pulling the trigger several times. The nails shoot through his flesh and bone, piercing him until he is nailed to the floor.

He screams in agony and a chill of euphoria washes over me as I take in the sound. I stand, grabbing him by the throat before placing the gun against his forehead.

"Shut the fuck up," I growl out.

He immediately bites his tongue as panic and confusion washes over.

"For years, you beat me, starved me, and left me on the brink of death. And then you decided to bring someone else's child in her with me to endure this hell."

I can hear y mother's sobs as I speak.

"Romelo... baby, please. Don't do this. Not to your mother," she whispers. I roll my eyes in anger quickly placing the nail gun against her shoulder as I pull the trigger. The sight of her body locking against the wooden chair is one I will cherish for all time .

I keep my eyes lined to hers as she screams, keeping my face void of emotion. I don't care about her. And I want her to know that.

"Why'd you do it? Why'd you kidnap her?" I ask letting my curiosity get the better of me. My mother's eyes widen as she realizes exactly who I'm referring to. That I know Charlie is really a female.

I push the nail gun against her forehead.

"Answer me," I hiss.

"I-I grabbed the first child I saw... P-p-please...," she whimpers.

"You're an unstable cunt. She was an innocent little girl," I hiss. I take the nail gun, smashing it across her face causing scrapes to form and blood to fly. She cries out in pain, her eyes lined with shock. I turn to my father with a narrowed gaze.

"And why did you do it? Why did you force yourself on her?" I growl out.

I look deep into the eyes of the man that started it all. He started the abuse. He started this sick and fucked up family. I don't wait for his response as I make my way towards my toolbox. I begin laying out my tools as I speak.

"I hate you. Both of you. And you are both going to die this night." I look at both of them with a smile on my lips.

"Not quickly though. No, that would be too easy. I'm going to make you suffer until the very end."

My mother begins to whimper and my father releases a string of curses.

"Oh God, No!" My mother begins to screech as I pull out a bone saw and I can't help but chuckle as I eye the blade.

It's a funny situation. All these years I lived at their mercy. And now they are finally at mine. I will end them both. I can feel the adrenaline spiking through my system along with excitement.

There will be no games. No talking. Just suffering. And blood. There will be so much blood.

I face my parent's taking them in for one last time. This is the last time I will ever see them in this form. Alive and in tact. I smile, holding the saw up.

"God can't save you now."