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Chapter Four
Mac was in a haze, he was doing even more meth than usual. Devon had come back and he brought Regina, a cocky brunette and some men, they were all under Devon's spell. He wanted them to leave, but his father wouldn't have it.
Walter was trying to get him to cooperate, digging into him, willing him to stay focused, to participate in the mess he'd made when he spawned Devon. His father the spider, clouding his brain with the insects he loved so much. Mac went along with it, if only to get the creepy crawlies out of his head, his home was covered in them now, black eight legged creatures everywhere he looked. The meth wasn't helping but he kept taking more, making himself weaker.
"Mac, you can't keep on like this."
Mac looked at his father as he spread his drug of choice on his gums. "You're gonna stop me?" he smirked, his father could worm his way into his brain all he wanted but he had no real control over him.
"Just get another one son, isn't that what you do? You are so like your mother in that way."
He shook his head, his mother did sleep around but not for the same reason as Mac. His father remembered only what he wanted to. Mac resembled his mother in looks alone.
His mother was a hippie, she immersed herself in nature. His father called her a bruja, he would call her Glinda the good witch, like it was an insult.
Mac remembered his mother shaking her head sadly at his father's taunts, "Darkness will swallow him." She whispered in her son's ear. He believed her, his mother always knew things. She never loved Walter, she told her son that she slept with Walter only to have him.
"I saw you in a dream and I had to have you." She looked up into the blue sunny sky. "I wasn't supposed to, but I had to have you." She ran her hand along his handsome little face. "It will be hard, but in will all turn out right in the end."
That was the last conversation he ever had with her.
Devon was still a fool and his woman even more so, she put herself in his arms, she thought she was in control, she knew nothing. He grabbed her, put his face in her neck, touched her body, she didn't make him hungry. Her smell was wrong, she was sour but when he touched her he felt something, she had a part to play. Devon pulled her away, pretending to be jealous. Mac new the truth, he'd known since before that night in the cave. He knew what Devon's addiction was, these games were pointless.
He found Regina in his cave. That's when things spiraled out of control, he almost fucked her, finished what he started all those years ago, but she was saved. He was off his game. He hadn't been right since Zia died, he hadn't replaced her, that was the problem.
Then he found Regina in his closet, she had no business being in his and Zia's home. Devon was there staking his claim, afraid Regina would be next on Mac's list of unfortunate partners. He let him believe what he wanted, maybe it would get his ass moving. Mac didn't want her, not like Devon, he just wanted them gone and Devon's women could only offer him one thing. He taunted them, all these men chasing after the weak bitch like she was special. Regina would be dead in a day if he had her, look what one night had done.
"Mac," his father rode up to Mac's truck on his horse. Mac ignored him, he looked out into his desert, he was so tired of dealing with these people.
"Mac!"
"What?"
"You could have Terra when it's all done." Walter told him, like he was giving him a gift.
"Who the fuck is Tara?"
"Terra the one from the bar, you danced with her. She could do well for you."
Mac snorted, Walter didn't know shit about him. "That bitch ain't good for nothing but a headache. Your boy Devon over there is the one who likes sloppy seconds." He started up the truck.
"Mac, Regina is Devon's."
"You think I give a shit. I'll clean up this mess, you can keep his bitch." He snapped, glaring at his father. "Both of them." He grabbed his tin as he sped off down the dirt road.
The haze thickened and he was killing all of them, maybe if Devon got Regina he could have some peace, his father would leave him alone. It didn't matter, he was breaking down and he knew it, he should have replaced Zia, but he just didn't want to.
He could sympathize with his father now, Devon's mother had weakened him. The problem was, his father didn't seem to be able to sympathize with him. To Walter, Mac was incapable of attachment. He didn't understand that Mac had both his mother's and his father's blood in him. Walter might believe himself a great tragic lover and by extension Devon as well, but Mac knew better. Walter only really loved himself, Devon's mother loved herself and Devon was both his mother and father. Regina was just a weak little pawn in their selfish games. She was her father's daughter, the poor man must be rolling in his grave.
His mind was unraveling, Devon was taking advantage and Walter was letting him. His father was still holding on to a past that never really existed. He followed their plan, it was full of holes, it was idiotic, unnecessary, Regina didn't need to be tricked, if Devon wanted her he needed to take her, but it didn't matter to Mac, not anymore.