Misfits - Chapter 19 (Patreon)

Callum

I’ve never been a people person. I’ve hated everyone the moment I had common sense too. I don’t tolerate people. I deal with people. That’s my job. That’s my specialty. And I got so damn good at it, that people began paying me for it.

I am what you would call borderline psychopathic, with narcissistic tendencies. A mouthful I know. Personally, I don’t see why people like to slap labels on behavior. They try to give us reasons as to why we do things. I can tell you why. Because I wanted to.

I didn’t know the difference between right and wrong. I never have. But when I met Vitale by chance, he showed me. And he kept me. Said I was the best he’d ever met, and he wanted me. So I was officially off the market and became known as his muscle. Don’t cross him, unless you want to be paid a visit from me. And you don’t want that.

I hate women. I really do. They’re all the same. Conniving whores that want something from you. The first woman I ever loved and trusted used me. To fuel her habits. She sold me as a child to some sex house, where they trafficked children. I ran away the first chance I got and went right back to her. She cried, told me she regretted it, and that she wouldn’t do anything like that again. But when her supply got low, she did it again. And Again. And again.

And when I got old enough, and she realized I was useful in other areas, she pimped me out. Her only son. She made me go and fuck complete strangers for money. And she’d keep every ounce of it. As I grew older, I slowly began to realize my hatred towards the world. Not only the world but the people in it. All selfish. All just out to better themselves, not caring about the people they step on in the process. I never understood why any of those women I was forced to crawl on top of said anything about the fact that I was underage. But then I realized, they didn’t care. In fact, some of them requested me. Some of them were insane and tied me up and whipped me.

I finally snapped, when one woman pushed me too fucking far. She had me bound. She had beat bad enough that I was bleeding. So I let her play her game, and I let her finish. And I killed her. My hatred for that woman grew so much that I killed her. And I didn’t regret it at all. I actually enjoyed it.

I didn’t think twice about it. If someone pissed me off, I would just kill them. That’s how I functioned. That’s how I lived. People in the underground began to hear about me, and sought me out, asking me to do these hits for them. They even offered to pay me for it. I was homeless living on the streets so hell ya I took the money, did the job, and never looked back. Never been caught, and never regretted my decisions. I lived for myself. Or at least I did until I saw her.

Rue. In the clearing that day. I wasn’t even going to jump in it. I was going to let them have their way and go home with not so much as a second thought. But when I looked at her, when I looked at her face, the fear and wariness in her gaze, pulled at my heart. Innocence radiated off of her like a fucking waterfall. I wanted her. I had to have her. And I would never let her go. Ever. I wanted everything she had to offer and I wanted it for myself.

Being with her has been surreal. She makes me be thoughtful, careful, and attentive. When I’m with her I feel happy. For once in my life. I wanted to be everything to her. I want her to need me as much as I need her.

“Cal.” I look down, Rue is staring at me with wide eyes. Those fucking eyes. They were beautiful. She was beautiful. I loved looking at her. Noticing every feature she had to offer, and memorizing them down to the smallest detail. She was unique in every way. And I loved it. The people are filing back into the courtroom, I offer her up a charming smile, and take her hand, leading her into the room.

Her bastard father was sitting at his table with a brooding look on his face. He didn’t know me. Everyone in this fucking city knew who I was. That’s why people were cautious around me. I was known for my temper. The doctor, officer Bryan, all knew exactly who I was. And they wouldn’t dare do anything to jeopardize their lives.

I don’t need the go-ahead from Vitale to do my own personal agendas. And I had no issues with the cleanup.

If it were up to me, I would have killed him that night I broke into their house. If you could even call it that. He was going to let those bastards rape his daughter after he had almost killed her. If she hadn’t said anything, I would have ended his life then and there. I still wanted to. And if he got that damn insanity plea, then he would be free in a few years and I wasn’t about to let that happen.

While we were still in recess I called in a favor to Vitale. Now we would see how things played out since that bastard thought I was all talk.

“My client has no reason to be charged, your honor. If anything, Mr. King should be charged for breaking and entering!” I have to bite back the smile. Rue tenses next to me and I rub her hand lightly in reassurance.

“May I remind you that Mr. King is not on trial here today.” The judge says sternly. The lawyer looks shocked.

“E-excuse me, but your honor it should be on fi-” The judge holds his hand up stopping the lawyer from speaking.

“There is nothing on record indicating Mr. King did any breaking or entering. If you want to talk about the scene of the crime would you like to explain what Mr. Johnson was doing in possession of Marijuana, Cocaine, and Meth?”

The lawyer looks shocked. Even Rue gasps next to me. And her father looks dumbfounded. Probably because he only had Marijuana in his house. I planted the rest.

“So explain to me, how your client is pleading insane.” The judge crosses his arm. Rue's father looks confused.

“There must be some kind of mistake, your honor. “

“No there is no mistake.”

“But sir, my clien-”

“From what I can see is a lying, conniving, child abuser.” The judge closes the files and looks over to his bailiff.

“This is a waste of my time. Bailiff what time does your watch say.”

“Uh.. 10:55, judge.”

“Perfect. I sentence you guilty with attempted murder, possession of illegal substances, and public intoxication as well as assault with a deadly weapon. 55 years no chance of parole until half that sentence is served. Court dismissed. Take him out of my sight.” He bangs his gavel and Rue’s father begins shouting and screaming, refusing to go without a fight. His gaze wanders over to me. I can’t help myself. I smile at him and toss a wink his way.

That’s all it takes for his rage to boil over completely and he begins fighting even harder against the cops.

“You fucking bitch! This is your fault you pathetic piece of shit!” He begins to shout at Rue. I can feel my anger boiling over. Rue was mine. And no one disrespected her. No one. If it weren’t for the fact that she was standing next to me I would rip his head off. I had already lost my cool on 2 occasions in front of her. I pull Rue in close to me, trying my best to comfort her. After they pull him from the room, I walk Rue to the door.

“Wait for me here.” She nods her head to me. That’s one thing I loved about her. She listened. She trusted me and never questioned me or went against what I asked her to do. I step back into the room and the judge is stepping down from his podium. Once he sees me he fidgets a bit.

“You’ll put in a good word with Vitale for me, right..” He asks. I have half a mind to kill him myself in the middle of this room. But a deal was a deal. And I had people inside the prison that could deal with Rue's father.

“Yeah. I thought we specified that he wouldn’t have a chance of seeing the streets again.” I say. The judge stiffens.

“I’m sorry. That was the best I could do without raising suspicion.” I shake his hand and turn to leave the room.

“You’ll be hearing from Vitale soon.”

* * * * *

“You’re quiet.” Rue has been sitting quietly all afternoon. I thought she’d be happier seeing as she was finally free of that man. But something was bothering her. I could always tell when something was bothering her. She looks up finally. I have to fight the urge to kiss her.

Every time I was with her I wanted to drag her to the bedroom and never let her leave. She made me have patience. Restraint. Because the thought of her looking at me the way she looked at her father was something that I never wanted to happen. I couldn’t bear it. I wanted her to feel free with me. Like she could always come to me with any and everything.

“I just... I can’t believe it,” she whispers. Her voice breaks on the last few words and I move in closer to her. I reach out to take a hold of her hand. Her hands were so soft. I loved holding them.

“He can’t hurt you anymore, princess,” I say reassuringly. She nods her head at me and cracks a smile. Which turns into a laugh, and the sound is music to my ears. I have half a mind to go and look up any and every joke I can on the internet just to hear that laugh again and again.

She’s still laughing as tears begin to form in her eyes and spillover.

“I..I’m free..” She breathes. I can’t help myself. I smile. A genuine smile. Her joy brought me joy. I did that. I saved her, and I made sure he went away for a long time. I set her free. And as a result, she was happy. She was so fucking happy. I get this feeling in my chest that brings me so much joy. I wanted it all the time. To be her joy. Her reason for smiling. She looks at me through tear-filled eyes.

“Thank you, Callum. Thank you so much. For everything,"  she barely manages to get out from all the sniffling. Staring at her beautiful features, I can’t fight the urge any longer. I kiss her. I run my fingers through her soft curls, pulling her face in closer to me. I loved her curls.

She kisses me back, wrapping her arms around my neck. That’s all it takes for me to kick my chair from underneath me and pick her up, carrying her to the bedroom. Her giggles entice me further as I nibble on her bottom lip. I lay her gently on the bed and immediately begin kissing a trail down her throat. Her sighs of pleasure go straight to my dick causing it to harden even further if that were even possible. From our first time together, I knew everything to do that would send pleasure through her system.

And I knew she loved it when I licked, sucked, or kissed her throat. I take the thin fabric of her shirt in my hands tearing it right down the middle. She gasps in shock but before she can say anything I remove her bra and latch onto her nipple. Her breasts were perfect.

They weren’t too large, but they weren’t small either. They fit perfectly in my palms, and even more perfect in my mouth. Her sighs turn to moans. I want more than anything to tear off my pants and just fuck her right there. But Rue was fragile. If I did anything to scare her I could ruin things. So I take my time, and I enjoy her just as much as she is enjoying me.

I keep my mouth on one breast and reach over, cupping her other one. I feel her hands underneath my shirt, and I pull away to pull it over my head. When I look down at her, she is staring at me. In adoration. I love it. And I never want it to change.

Her eyes drop to my tattoos and she studies them. She always does that. She looks at them and gets that expression on her face. I know she wants to ask me questions about them, but she knows I won’t give her the answer she wants. Maybe someday. When I’m absolutely sure she won’t be afraid of my answer.

I lean over her and kiss her. I already know she’s wet and ready for me. But that doesn’t mean I’m done with her. I lay down next to her, and reach underneath the waistband of her underwear. Sure enough, she’s soaking wet. I have to bite back a moan. She doesn’t though. Her hands grasp my forearms as I begin playing with her, her loud moan echoing throughout the room. It was the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

It wasn’t fake, it wasn’t loud and obnoxious, and it wasn’t annoying as fuck. It was pure. Innocent and real. Like her. I study her face as I play with her. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly open. Her lashes are fanning her cheeks, and her curls are falling lightly across her forehead. They were the most fascinating thing I’ve ever seen. Defying gravity at every turn.

Her breathing becomes more and more shallow, and I can tell by the way she’s tensing she’s about to have an orgasm. I slip a finger into her tight channel and sure enough, she shudders underneath me, she’s about to let out a loud moan but I place my mouth over hers, swallowing her moans and pleasure. She stops convulsing under me and lies there breathing hard. But I’m not done with her. Not yet.

* * * * *

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.

My eyes open. It doesn’t take long for them to adjust to the dim room. Rue was lying on top of me, her naked body forming to mine perfectly. I slowly reach over to the nightstand grabbing my phone. I knew who was on the other end of that call before I even picked it up. Only one person could be calling me this early in the morning.

“Yeah,” I say.

“I gotta job for you.”

“Right now?”

“Yeah.” Rue shifts on top of me. If there were ever a time I disliked Vitale it was now. I didn’t want to move. I liked her being where she was.

“What is it.”

“There’s this guy...” I slowly get out of bed while Vitale explains the situation to me. Rue moves around but doesn’t wake. Good. The last thing I wanted was for her to wake up and ask where I was going at 2 in the morning.

“Consider it handled,” I say.

Consider it handled. That was my motto. You give the job, and once I say consider it handled then it was handled. Vitale had a lot of enemies. I didn’t ask any questions. I didn’t even care about his business. I just knew that when he said he needed someone gone it was for good reason. I didn’t care anyway. I got to feed my addiction, and I got paid while doing it. It was a win-win for both of us.

It didn’t take long for me to track this guy down. And now he was shivering, from the cold or from fear I didn’t know. But I hoped it was fear. Robert Kelley. I didn’t know what the beef between him and Vitale was, I just knew Vitale needed him gone. And I hadn’t done any kind of killing or torture in 10 days. I’d been so busy with Rue, it hadn’t crossed my mind.

I walk to the man, yanking the blindfold off his face. He looks at me in fear and begins mumbling something incoherent. We were currently 15 feet underneath my shed. I had a trap door that was hidden that led to this place. I like to call it my happy place. But I guess others would call it hell. Or maybe even death row would be a more suitable name. Seeing as no one that came down here ever left. Alive anyway.

“I’m going to take this off your mouth, and we’re going to have a nice little chat. Ok?” he nods his head frantically. I’m about to tear off the tape when I remember something.

“If you scream, beg me, or anything I will kill you when I really don’t have to,” I say. His eyes widen and he nods even faster. I smile at him.

“Good.” I rip the tape off his lips and he breathes heavily. I walk away from him, grabbing a mason jar, a knife, and a label.

“Now. Tell me. What’s your name.” I ask. He looks as though he’s about to shit his pants.

“Robert.” I nod my head and take a seat, writing his name atop the label. I hold it out to him.

“Did I spell it right?” I ask. He looks at me as though I’m crazy, but nods his head.

“Good.” I don’t speak after that. I only take the label and place it neatly on the jar. I take the lid off the jar setting it at Roberts's feet. I kneel in front of him making sure to catch his gaze. I pull the crazy glue out of my back pocket and quickly place my fingers over his nose. He struggles and tries to keep his mouth closed. I guess he thought I was going to poison him. Quite the opposite actually. He was in the perfect position. I quickly squeeze the glue onto his lips. In less than 30 seconds they’re sealed shut. And I can see fear in his eyes.

“Now. I have a lot of information I need from you. And not a lot of time. See, there’s this girl. She actually lives with me. And she is going to wake up in approximately...” I look at my watch.

“Three hours. She always wakes up between 9 and 9:30. So I’m gonna need you to cooperate with me.” I walk to the wall grabbing the power drill off the wall and his moans become frantic.

“Now. I’m going to give you a chance to think about it. I don’t want you shooting off and telling me lies.” I press the button on the drill.

“If you can keep from tearing at the glue, while I drill a hole in your flesh, I’ll let you live once this is all over. That is if you’re honest with me.” His moans become more and more frantic and terrified as I get closer and closer to his flesh.

“Remember Robert. I have 3 hours with you. So let’s make the best of our time together.”

* * * * *

Rue

It’s cold. I feel around for Cal, but I’m only met with cool sheets. I hadn’t even heard him get up. I was so exhausted from last night, that when my eyes closed I was off in a deep sleep. I look around and realize the shower is running. He must be in there. Why would he be showering this early? I look at the clock and it was 9:03. He must be heading somewhere.

Eventually, the shower stops, and Cal steps out. He has a towel around his waist. His gaze is level and cool. It quickly travels over to the bed and when he sees me he smiles, shaking his head as if he knew something that I didn’t.

He heads into the closet.

“Goodmorning princess.” He calls over his shoulder.

“Goodmorning,” I mumble. I jump out of bed grabbing a t-shirt from the floor and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I finish Cal is standing behind me in the mirror. He’s staring me down with an unreadable expression. But it almost looks... sinister. He’s dressed in his signature black, and gloves on.

“Wanna walk me out?” he asks. I nod my head. He chuckles and turns walking to the door, leaving me to follow behind him.

We head into the garage and he’s walking towards his mustang. I’m guessing he had to go to work today.

“Can I come with?” I ask. He gets a strange look on his face, and walks close to me, pulling me into his warm body.

“You gonna miss me while I’m gone, princess?”  As cheesy as it sounds, I would. I timidly nod my head.

He dips his head kissing me gently.

“I’ll be back this afternoon. I only have to clean up some stuff.” He says it with a glint in his eye. I nod, letting him slide in his car and pull out of the garage. He said when he was ready he would tell me. So it wasn’t my place to push him. I trust him.