Chp 41 world is mad

Be advised strong language and dark themes are used in this chapter:

Carla pov:

I hate my life. Nothing is going right. Everything is against me. I stake out the hotel, only to have Anastasia show up in Coney Island. I get there she disappears. Then I chase to a play downtown. Only to find out she when to a different one. I have to rely on the tabloids. I am so frustrated.

The Hensley have escaped, they took all the valuables and fled. I know they'll sell me out to Ray. I scream. Now I have to spent time, finding some loser with cash. I catch a boozed out divorce businessman. I hate his soft sweaty body, with his feeble attempts. I can't wait till I have position, and money. I can have some boy toys

I stake out the big Catholic church that all the rich people go to. What is my daughter doing at a n #%*ger church in Brooklyn? I mean, is she on some kind of work release. I study the tabloid. Oh! Ray has a hoodrat. Some uppity n #%*ger, she looks like a man. How she must hate having pure white Anastasia around. I have to get her out of there before weak Ray containments the billionaire. He probably wants out of the kombi cult.

The Grey's have returned to Seattle. I have to take the friggin bus. I arrive five days later. Anastasia is still in New York, the little bitch. I return by bus to New York. Seven days on the stinking bus. They left for Prince Edward in Canada. Why go there. Must be some romantic bullshit. I would have insisted on the Rivera or Bahamas. Friggin Canada.

I am broke. I will have to build up a war chest. I start looking for a lonely rich pathetic loser. I find a loser stock broker. Pork pig. I hate his fat sweat body. His security staff is much better. All hard body, love to pull a foursome with them. Even the spic housekeeper. She seems desperate for sex.

I store as much money as I can to get into Seattle and get Anastasia under control. I crash a charity event in downtown at the art museum. I hate these feel good events. I need an in road in Seattle. someone shallow to get me in the door. I spot an old friend of mom's. the viper is looking bad. I walk over to talk. She is surrounded by a bunch of hoodrats and spic's. one n #%*gers stares at me hard. Do I know her. she's old. like mom, maybe a?

She pulls her phone out, walking towards me. I turn an escape. I don't like it. I have to evade. I check the society sites. Toni Layton, why does that name sound familiar. I have a Hampton party next week. I will enjoy the night and then move to Seattle, my cash cow awaits.

Hampton: long island NY:

The estate party of mega rich hedge fund manager is rocking. I love it. Pork pig is having fun, ice and E has us flying, maybe he'll sweat off some pounds. I leave his crashed ass in a chair on the lawn. I find some young studs, bored with the uptight twenty somethings, to play with. I take over a bedroom. Soon it Caligula playroom. I loved that movie. The hot roman orgies.

Contessa pov:

I am having a great time. Forgetting the family bullshit. Living the good life. Isaac my hard bodied trust fund fiancée is rocking with me. His soccer team buddies are all about, scoring on the wanabes. They disappear to the restroom. I get anxieties, I have to protect my investment. I find him coming down from the third floor, laughing. He sees me, he knows he's busted. I interrogate him. It seems a orgie is going on upstairs. He promises he only looked. I stare him down. Ok he's telling the true. He knows the penalty for straying.

As where headed to the back to the dancing "Contessa you should have seen this cougar skank, she looks just like your new cousins." I stop so fast Isaac falls down. "What did you say?" "This chick in the orgie was pulling a train, you know? She looked like an older version of Anna and Mary." I grab his hand. "Show me!" as we head upstairs. I dread the future. I may hate my sister and her new family, but she's my sister and they are now family. A family counts. If she the threat that has Mom upset, well will get her in jail with her evil mother.

The room is a mass of naked bodies in perverted acts of all kinds and genders. I hate this type of emotionless sex. How can you be cherished, or even connect here? Isaac spots his team mate Kyle, the man whore of the team. We walk over. I don't dare let go of Isaac hand. He asks. The whore points to a door. I find the Skank pulling a train. There must be twenty guys in the dressing closet. We walk over to the head. She doing four guys at a time. She looks right. I take my phone and snap a picture. I cringe pulling her head back forcing the cock out of her mouth and snap a full facial. I will send it to Mr. Lewis the family security chief. "Got you skank!" we walk away. I sent the picture to Mr. Lewis. We dance near the pool.

Carla pov:

What the fuck was that, who was that skank, that hoodrat. I disentangle, dressing I drag porky pig to the car. I get the driver from his gay orgie in the staff bathroom. I search for the bitch. I find her near the pool. I ask a twenty-something skank, who's the cunt? She Contessa Layton. The name is familiar, I try to think, I swig a large vodka drink. Layton, Layton? The n #$%*ger fucking Ray. Must be family. I'll show her, steal from me, interrupt my fun.

I grab a wine bottle from a table. I smash tall, dark and dumb in the head. He falls into the pool. I punch the cunt in the face. Kicking her. throwing a chair on her. a blonde dyke knocks me away. I see security headed my way. I run, get in the car, we speed off, I look back. the dyke is standing their staring. I know she some kind of snitch. Some kind of narc. I will have to escape NY. Too soon for Seattle. I know Vegas, maybe see Morton. His parole hearing is next month. dreaming of him as porky get down on my sloppy cunt. Yea, pig clean me.

Tara pov:

I search the party for the Layton girl. I need an invite into the family. I have to get information. It's what I do. JJ is paying a good finder's fee for the inside track to Grey's. the fight takes me by surprise. I shove a couple of frat boys into the pool to save the kid. A knock the old bitch off the Layton girl. She's bloody. I follow the skank, something about her troubles me. I get the license plate.

The young over privileged couple is bloody; security is giving first aid. The kid is going to need stiches. The girl face is out of parties for a couple of weeks. The security chief is pissed. He asks if anyone got the car plate. I give it to him. He calls someone named Lewis. I hear angry words. Then I hear Welch. I suddenly realize that Grey's security boss DJ Welch. His reputation is not to be ignored.

I make friends with the Layton girl. She seems real spoiled and needy, right now she's scares, and vulnerable. I tell her I'll check on her in the morning. After I take them to the local hospital. Has I get my car, I phone and update JJ. He is pissed I let Samantha Kelly Simpson escape. He put a rider on the bill. The bitch in custody or dead. I don't kill, so next time I'll hold her for jail.

At the hospital I meet the parents. They are friendly and wary. The Lewis from the phone is a smart experienced Security pro. I tread lightly. I make some good contacts and promise to check in a few days. I work the easy in. I have time.

XXXXXX

May 9: 11pm: outside the LSU campus.

The phone rings. It's the colonel. I listen as he tells me the monster is dead. His last words. I shake as the words echo thru the phone "Lucas, Michael, Amelia, Elizabeth. I'm sorry" the last thought is for forgiveness. I don't have it. I have watched his decline into madness for decades. The government refusals, the whitewash, the denials. I walk into my bathroom. Remove my night shirt. Stare at the scars, On my stomach. After four surgeries to remove the branding. The brutal words. My father did that evil night. The horror of my mother standing their just watching as he raped me, branded those words into my skin. The smell of my burning flesh. I still see the words, even though I know there gone from my skin, I can't escape them in my mind. I lay on the cool tiles, crying, in the fetal positions.

My TA finds me the next morning. She calls Maggie. She flies in that afternoon; my few friends are huddled around me. concerned. I announce that my father is dead, go riddance. An all of you get out. Maggie shoos them away. Arranges bereavement leave and holds me while I sleep. She knows all my secret and fears. How lucky I was to be paired my freshman year with her, my dorm mate.

I must find the kids. I must make amends for my family. But do they deserve to live their lives without knowing the evil that created them. I waver on the ethics and moral. I stare at the TV. Unwatching. Some tabloid show is on, a picture of Michael with a group in a black A.M.E, church in NY. I have to find him. I lost him before to that bastard Wolcott. I get Maggie to call her friends. Maggie is the people person. While I'm more comfortable with rocks.

Maggie's friend at NYC college is a big help. The family is called Grey. From Seattle. the parents are respect professional. The kids are adopted. So Michael is adopted, recently it seems. Good. His brother is some new hotshot billionaire. Everyone is based in Seattle. I download the availed internet data. I stare stunned, what are the chances. Freaking hell what are the chances.

I will have to get to Seattle. I find an opening for a guest lecturer at Seattle University. For the summer semester. I apply; they snap me up. My department head at LSU oks the move. I tell him I need to get away, space. I plan a quick trip to DC. I will beat the shit out of Wolcott, he will never interfere again. I probably will have to see that bastard Flinch.

I smashed Flinch expensive china vase into a million pieces. He will not go after my kids. My family. Period. I will castrate him. Wolcott has escaped to Belize in retirement. If anything happens to my kids I will kill them both. I head to Chicago, to recoup with Maggie. Her family is the only family I have. It's big, but they care. Her mother teaches at Northwestern, Anatomy and pre-med. Maggie is a high school principle in the inner city. Her daughter Elisa, is named for me, is a seventeen-old freshman at Michigan State. Pre-law.

I changed my name the day I turned eighteen. Elizabeth Warren officially died that day; killed at age 10 by her evil father and neglectful mother. Raised in foster care, a prep school. Mom died alone, insane while I was in New England all-girls private school finishing high school. My father arrived the day after graduation. Beat me, raped me, and left me on the side on wooden lane to die. I survived, at the cost of never having children. I swore to fight from now on.

I saw him my last post grad year in college. He dumped a sixteen-year-old, pregnant teenager in my dorm room. beat me and Maggie, we fought back. he left. The army put him in Yuma, he never saw daylight again. Poor Alicia, a runaway from the state home, she was raised in; to be delivered to my father. I shudder. She died just months after giving up Amelia to adoption. Her picture is in my purse. The quiet, shy black haired beauty. I mourner her every day. Maggie's mom arranges an out of state adoption. So no one would find her. except I did, and that bastard Flinch.

My brilliant evil father. I never understood why. He could never explain why. His mind was devoid of morals and ethics. His past a shrouded curtain of lies, and fable. The military tried for decades to find out. Without success. I even had a gene test done, to find ancestry. It turned up a mix of Welsh and Scottish English, Spanish, and native American. I look in the mirror and see my Spanish mother. From Madrid. I don't know where the rest came from. I have to protect my kids.

After soul searching with Maggie. I decide to meet the kids. Then decide if I should tell them. If nothing else just seeing them, maybe talking to them will easy my mind. I hope they don't have the evil genes from my father.