Josh Frohmeyer - better known as Scud - groaned as he tried to sleep. He could hear the faint sounds of bed springs squeaking in the room next to his, mixed with the familiar sounds of sensual moaning - sounds that he himself had caused on numerous occasions. He had only been living in the Ouellet Mansion for a few months, and he was already contemplating chugging a whole bottle of Jack Daniels so that he could drown in his own vomit. Between the moaning he was subjected to on a nightly basis and the loss of Abigail - whom he had always thought of as another little sister - and he didn't know how much more he could and Emily Ouellet had been a steady couple from the time the two of them were fourteen until she had her twin sister, Rebecca, had moved away from Detroit to attend college here in Boston. He had managed to track Emily down a few months ago - four years after their separation - only to find out that she's married to a man named Murphy MacManus. Not only that, but the two of them had two children and were working on four. Emily was pregnant with their second set of twins.
Josh growled as the moans from the room next door got louder. He threw the covers off his body, knowing that he would not be able to get any sleep, and stormed into the bathroom that was attached to his room. He opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the bottle of whiskey that he kept there, opening the lid and chugging as much of the burning liquid as he could, wanting nothing more than for the pain in his heart to subside. He finally pulled the bottle away from his lips, letting out a loud belch before throwing it against the wall. He snorted as the bottle shattered.
'Good riddance…' he hissed.
'Oh, Murphy! Oh, god, Murphy! MURPHY!'Josh closed his eyes as he heard Emily screaming out that name. Murphy...the man who had stolen the love of his life. In the months that he'd lived here, he'd never even met the man. He always avoided meeting him, scampering off to his bedroom whenever he heard Murphy calling for Emily. He could hear the man's voice even now.'Emykins!' Murphy would call out in a sickeningly sweet voice, 'where's me pretty lass?'Josh snorted. He stumbled out of his bathroom, through his bedroom, and down the stairs. He tried to block out the moans echoing through the mansion as he made his way into the kitchen and sat down at the table, covering his face with his hands.
'Fuck…' he whispered. 'I have never missed Detroit and those Suck-Heads more in my entire life…'
He groaned as Emily's voice rang out through the mansion again.'YES! OH, FUCK! YES! FUCK!'
Josh growled. He sat up, stumbling out the front door, through the yard, towards the guest house. He figured it would be empty, and he'd get some peace from the morning sex bunnies.
'Jesus…' he whispered as he heard Emily scream again, 'she was never this loud when I fucked her…'
'YES, EM! OH, GOD! YES! FUCK! YES!'
Josh shook his head. He continued to stumble through the yard, stopping dead when he noticed something…the front door of the house was open. He frowned.
'That's weird…' he whispered, 'I thought this place was empty…'
But it wasn't.
'Agent Smecker?'
Paul looked up at the sound of the familiar voice. His eyes were puffy and red from crying, his grip still firm on his daughter's arm.
'You're finally here…' he whispered, 'oh, thank God…'
