Chapter 94 Exposed

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Jamie

It wasn't just the fact that I missed him, I had a sinking feeling as I floored the pedal that he was in trouble and needed me. I shut off the lights and eased my foot on the pedal and parked a bit away from the house. All the neighbors alongside the road seemed to a sleep. I briefly glanced at my watch it was just a little after eleven. I stepped as lightly as I possibly could, after all I was no small man.

As I got closer, I saw a curtain-covered window that was slightly open. The light inside of the room casted shadows on that curtain and there was no mistaking what was happening behind the walls of the house as the silhouettes on that curtain were quite obvious. Just as there was no mistaking what they were doing, judging by the unfathomable sounds that were coming from inside. I recognized Merle's voice straight away, which had me frown when I stared at the smaller form on the fabric covering my view. The other person was clearly no girl. In pure denial, my mind at first refused to admit it to itself.

Then my boyfriend moaned, a half whine and half laugh as Merle grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back as he upped the tempo. I hissed at the cold fist squeezing my heart. I still wasn't sure what I was witnessing yet. Was he hurting my baby? But Daryl's moans of approval that followed were quite telling to say the least and I cursed him a second time that night. Those moans should've been for me, Goddamnit. Nothing would make me happier than having my chloroform with me, sneak up on Merle somehow as I'm sure I could've done without being noticed. He was far gone and had a little brother served to him on a platter and I could end it no problem. It would take Daryl a few seconds to realize what was happening too… After all he was busy getting practically pounded into the floor by his brother for fuck's sake and by the time he did, it would be too late.

Something he never allowed me to do or only grudgingly.

A light breeze fluttered the curtain partially open and gave me a full view of them. Nothing in my wildest imagination could prepare me for what I was about to see despite I was expecting it. At tidal wave of revulsion and rage hit me at full force and perversely, arousal as I thought they looked hot together. I shook my head to witness Daryl make himself more accessible to Merle by curving inwards. Meanwhile, Merle kept a death-grip on one of Daryl's hips as the other stroked and clawed at every inch of his back, neck and hair, like he never could get enough of him. My vision went black on me a few times before I finally managed to stumble to my car.

The sickening scene of both brothers rutting together haunted me for two days or more. The worst thing about it was how willing and comfortable Daryl was with his brother, trusting he was in safe hands even when wasn't being treated exactly gently by him.

Like he knew that all he had to do was say 'stop' or give some non-verbal sign that something was wrong and Merle would end it without a second's hesitation.

Why couldn't he be that way with me? He could never trust me.

By now, I knew it was his father who must have physically and sexually abused him even if I hadn't heard him whimpering in his sleep and begging his 'Dad' to stop dozens of times. I'd merely done my best to comfort him without waking him up and sometimes it worked and he'd calm down again. Other times he was inconsolable so I'd be forced to rouse him out of his slumber. I'd ask him what he had been dreaming about but his eyes evaded mine and he would only mumble something incomprehensible. However, the pain was clear in them before he hid them from me.

But for his sake, I pretended that I didn't know. Hadn't mentioned his sick father once or even hinted at him because I knew it was still too painful for Daryl to bring up.

I'd kept silent to save him from more pain. Was just waiting and hoping that one day, he would be able to confide in me.

Worse, I got the impression that his brute of a sibling was always that rough with him but that was the way he liked it. The opposite to how I used to treat him in the past. I had to admit that more recently, I'd got more careless and impatient with him and his little hang-ups and had been partly responsible for driving him back to his perverted brother. But who was to say that they hadn't been carrying on with each other the whole time we were together and laughing in my face?

Probably.

Who had made the first move and how old was Daryl the first time? Yet even after I discovered them, I had suppressed my anger and even resisted visiting the other side of town where I could find someone to vent my rage on.

I also hadn't tried to call Daryl or persuade him to come home. I told myself that I wanted to give him the choice even though I was mad as hell with him.

A couple of nights later and Daryl still hadn't come home. He'd rung me up though, giving some lame-ass excuse why he had to stay longer at his pervert brother's...Merle wanted them to do some decorating.

Decorating my ass! I As much out of shock as it was quite difficult to walk with a larger than life hard on thinking about what they must be up to with each other even though it made me nauseous. Without thinking I drove right back into town, and with a little luck I spotted my new friend Brandon sitting all on his lonesome enjoying a smoke and a Big Mac meal. I closed my eyes and smiled as a plan formed in my head.

He quickly finished his food and licked his fingers hungrily before he slumped back resigned against the stone wall. I stopped the car, his head quickly snapped open to register where the sound came from, and if it was a possible customer who on the prowl for his services. I calmly leaned back and hoped he would recognize me and my car. He did and got to his feet with a grin.

'Miss me already?'

'Shut up and get in.'

He quirked his eyebrow at the sharper tone I now used with him, but got in nonetheless. 'Something happen?'

'Could say that…' I muttered as I yanked off his shirt.

'Hey, easy, I don't own many clothes. If you want me to take it off, just say so. I'll do it.'

'Mmm…' I took off my own clothes and placed myself on my back in the backseat. I felt the need to relive the moment everything went straight to hell for me and Daryl. Honest to God, even though I regretted most of it, it was the hottest sex I'd ever had. With that, my smile turned predatory as my voice trembled with anticipation at the memory that I wanted to recreate: 'Straddle me, baby.'

Blissfully unaware of his fate, he happily obliged. 'Hell yes, you'll let me take control? Not many do that, ya know.'

'I'm not like most people, Daryl.'

'Ya wanna play that game again? Why don't ya just talk to him?'

'Had a fight.'

'Sorry. What about?'

He gasped as I grabbed his hips and guided myself inside him. 'For one thing, he's behaving like a total brat, secondly, he still won't let me fuck him. Or hardly ever.'

My hips were one with my emotions as they demonstrated the anger I felt. He gripped at my shirt but said nothing. 'Third… I just caught him and he didn't have a problem taking someone else's dick inside him.'

'Sorry…he's the one missing out…'

'Yes, you fucking are.'

'No, you mean he…'

'Nope, shut up and let me do this…'

He looked like he was going to say something in reply, but probably thought better of it. I took advantage of his apparent compliance by thrusting up deeper, my thoughts only fueling my anger.

'Why don't you just let me? Why can't ya just enjoy yourself with me like I just fucking saw you do with that bastard?! You know how I feel about him!'

I wasn't completely gone, I knew the boy on top of me wasn't really Daryl, but I needed to let my anger out and I could pretend I had him on top, couldn't I? I had every right to be annoyed and feel betrayed.

As realization formed in Brandon's eyes that it was too late for him to back out. It was the first time he showed some fear to my increasingly erratic behavior. I replayed every part of the scene with Daryl (minus the ropes, of course) with him. The only difference was that somewhere in between, since Brandon didn't act like someone who was traumatized, I had flipped us around so that he was under me and I was blocking his escape.

During most of the sex, he never tried to get me to take it easy or slow down at first no matter how much I must've hurt him. Just made approving noises as if he was enjoying the pain.

'Think you're so smart, huh? How long did you plan on trying to get away with making a fucking fool of me?'

'Jamie, ya scaring me…'

I slapped his left cheek hard: 'I should hope so!'

'I'm not Daryl!'

'Tonight, you are whoever I want and need you to be.'

However, as we got closer and closer to my climax, Brandon was clearly crying for me to stop and take it easy on him. However, I smirked down at him and made sure that I did everything to him that I had done to Daryl.

I saw to my satisfaction that I had indeed, made him bleed. There were marks shaped in half-moons prickling with blood on his hips along with my bruising fingerprints. I considered my work done as my hands let go of their solid grip on his hips, holding him down to a non-budging one around his neck. I made sure to close his windpipe entirely off, following his body's every movement of panic and futile struggles as I kept on squeezing. I quickly made myself see the boy as he was instead of picturing my boyfriend. I felt a bit sad over the tears in his eyes, he had been a good sport after all. But there was no reasoning with my inner demons at that point. The only thing I knew for sure was that I couldn't face seeing Daryl's face and eyes as the light slowly flickered out of Brandon's. I couldn't handle that yet.

He made a few pathetic attempts to desperately make me let go of this throat so that he could breath before he finally gave up. I kept on going until Brandon was no more. I looked down at his naked body when I laid it down gently on the backseat, zipped up my pants and rearranged my clothing before I crawled into the driving seat.

Naturally, I didn't want to hang about and risk being seen by somebody and smiled as I turned the key in the ignition and drove off leaving that dump of a red-light district behind me in the rearview mirror. I drove for almost an hour before I found a suitable place to get rid of his body deep in the woods where I burnt him to the point of no recognition.

After, I felt ecstatic. It never failed. The sudden rush of feeling invincible, I would never be caught.