The Talk

"Just let me go." he begged. I rolled my eyes

"So you said you wanted to know how I know Angela?" I asked not wanting to hear his redundancies, he continued to beg quietly.

Better, but I would have loved it if he'd stop.

"Well she was my sister." I said bluntly.

He stopped blabbering and stared at me wide eyed. I gave him a sinister smile

"Yeah, well not really, she's adopted. That don't matter I still loved her like a sister." I said waving a hand in the air like I was dismissing it.

"t-that can't be." he said in a small voice

I nodded "But it is." I said cocking an eyebrow.

He looked away, I could see he was having trouble breathing. I rolled my eyes

"Oh Jeff don't tell me now that you got a heart. I was beginning to have fun." I said mockingly frowning.

I chuckled.

"Oh I just want to know why?" I asked looking at him.

He looked back at me with so much sorrow, that it could of made me regret doing anything to him, but I shook it off.

"I loved her." he said his voice broke causing the rage inside me boil, my skin crawl. He doesn't know what love is.

"You don't kill someone you love." I scoffed narrowing my eyes.

"I had too, James she wanted to leave me." he said in a victimizing tone.

I gritted my teeth "Because you kidnapped her." I was biting the inside of my bottom lip. He said nothing.

I got up to examine the surgical area. It was pale, but wasn't ready yet.

"Please don't do this, PLEASE." he begged. I pushed down the ice pack back in place

"Jeff, what if that was a little girl or a boy saying that would you have listened?" I asked in a low voice.

I knew it brought a chill up his spine by the terror in his eyes.

I turned on my heels and walked to the living room to grab the picture of the Latino.

I walked back with the picture behind my back.

I was close to his face, I put on a look of disgust

"Why does he keep his clothes on huh?" I said letting him see the picture of the boy.

"What's it to you?" he asked rebelliously. I smiled at his courage, but which moods instantly

"Answer the question." I demanded.

I glared at me I laughed at him.

"Jeff, look I've got the upper hand here just tell me why he gets to keep his clothes on." I said shoving the picture in his face.

"It's none of your business." he said angrily.

I narrowed my eyes; shoved the picture in his mouth, causing him to gag.

I smirked

"His name is Carlos, Carlos Garcia." I said stepping back to the iced area.

I pushed it down with force causing him to wiggle under my force.

"Tell me Jeff. What made Carlos different than the others?" I asked putting more force.

He groaned in pain.

"I guess you're not numb yet." I said coldly.

"I had a sister. Her name was Emily. She was six when I was ten and my mom would have make me babysit her. God I hated it, so much."

I stopped pressing on the ice, sat down in the chair I brought out, and listened.

"She would go to work, I would make Emily take a shower, because mom would leave at six. My mom was a night nurse.

Well like I said I would make my sister take a shower, while she was doing that I would go watch T.V. In the living. For some reason or another she would always come to the living room naked and wet, she would tackle me on the couch and would tickle me saying 'Pervy Jeffy.' over and over again."

he paused to chuckle and look over at me. "Well on this day she did the same thing. In the middle of it my mom walked in and she freaked out." he chuckled again, but this time a couple of tears leaked out from the corner of his eyes.

I swallowed back the urge to say anything, and waited for him to continue telling me his story

"Could you imagine your mom walking in on your sister naked straddling you?" he asked in hysteria. I remained quiet; wanting him to continue.

"Well on with the story, she grabbed Emily by her shoulder; dragging her to the bathroom,

'You're not suppose to do that while you're naked.'

I stayed there in shock. I didn't know we were doing anything wrong. I thought it was just for fun. Well my mom came back grabbed me by the collar; taking me to the kitchen, and there she grabbed a butcher knife

'Jeffery, if I ever see you doing that to anyone I promise I will cut off your penis.'

she waved it around for a little bit longer. I cried that night I was afraid to even touch Emily." he paused again tears still falling from the corners of his eyes.

He stared up at the ceiling.

"She sent Emily away the minute she turned ten said something like 'I'm not risking having you sleep with her.'

I never saw her again until my mom died. She was beautiful. Blonde hair, shoulder length.

Curly ringlets, rose pedal lips, cream white skin, and pale blue eyes." he said as if he were in another world now. I cleared my throat, getting up from my seat.

"That was a lovely story Jeff, but that still didn't explain why Carlos is different." I stated not phased by the story.

He sighed "He just was so innocent, trusting, and I just couldn't handle seeing the pain I caused him. He was the first I tried doing it facing me, but the look in his eyes put a damper in my mood." admitted without any remorse.

I furrowed my eyebrows "Sick." was all I could manage to say.

There was a moment of silence before I collected my thoughts

"So you're telling me your mother is one to receive the blame, if only she'd let your little have your fun right?" I asked.

The question dripping with sarcasm. I glared at him.

"Was your friend or something?" he asked panic surfaced in his voice.

"Something." I replied sourly.

"Look James don't do this. You'll regret this your whole life. I'm just trying to look out for you. This is going to scar you mentally, whenever you're going to sleep with someone. I'll pop in your mind." he bargained with me.

My eyes turned dark with anger "Jeff, remember what I said earlier.

What if one of them said that to you under you before you would thrust your throbbing member in them?" I questioned.

"Please don't do this, you're ruining your life." I said without waiting for his answer.

He remained quiet. I nodded

"Right, now let's see if your ready." I chirped; trying to cheer up the mood.

"Ah it seems like you, but then again I'm drunk and not a doctor. I bet you wished Logan was still here." I said slyly.

A/N: So in celebration of getting more reviews I decide to work hard and post up this chapter hopefully you all like it :) I tried my hardest to answer all your question...well most. Please review, favorite, or subcribe you can even PM me I really don't have a life during the summer, so come talk to me until school starts. Can you believe it I'm going to be a senior when i get back to school! AHHHHHHHHHH I'm good, I'm good. All I hope for this year is to finally talk to my crush and do well in school. Aug. 25th, Senior year last year to act like a kid. My theme song is offically Weightless by All Time low. Check it out if you don't know about it.