A/N – Okay readers. I need to warn you this chapter contains animal mutilation and Mac at his absolute worst. I won't say anymore for those readers who will continue as I don't want to give anything away. If you can't cope with this, I strongly suggest you give this chapter a miss. Remember my summary. There is nothing nice about this story. My apologies if I offend some readers. It is where the story took me. If you proceed, consider yourself to have been warned of what this chapter contains. Special thanks to Peachylana as always for her encouragement.
Seventeen
"So, you want to ride tomorrow?" Devon asks Reggie as they travel through Cainville in his car. They've arrived for the summer. He'd surprised Reggie by saying he was coming for the summer and offering to drive her. Reggie accepted as she and her mother hadn't exactly been getting along too well this past year. Her mother still hadn't forgiven her for having Mac in her room though she'd never asked who had been in her room which Reggie was grateful for. Knowing Mac had been close to her mother in some sexual capacity didn't sit well with her.
"Yes." She answers as she opens the window in spite of the air conditioning, she needs the desert air.
"Cool, let's go early then." He says as he drives past Mac's place to their own. Reggie deliberately looks in the opposite direction as they pass.
"Hell yeah." Reggie answers. They'd been given some bikes last year and ridden them all summer. It was an interesting experience, bonding with her brother over riding dirt bikes.
Reggie's hand ghosts over her pelvis where Mac's bite mark had scarred her. When a girl had seen it in gym class this past year she'd spread the word that she was easy and Reggie had spent all year fighting boys off. She stopped showering at school after that but the damage was done. She'd told Mac about it one of the few time's he'd called; pouring out her tears and anger and frustration at what the girl had done to her. He'd asked her all kinds of questions and details. When she'd answered him he'd said nothing more. But about two months later the girl had gone missing. She still hadn't been found. Reggie frowned as she thought of that again.
Something told her Mac was responsible but when he'd called back and she'd asked him he'd said he'd been down in Mexico. She still thought he had something to do with it. Reggie was not planning to see Mac this summer, she'd had enough. He'd said he'd see her again but she hadn't actually seen him since the night he'd crawled into her bed a year ago. He'd rung a few times during the school year but that wasn't even as frequent as usual. She was sick of him not contacting her. Or so she told herself.
Her brother had started to fill a need in her that Mac had previously filled. When they were riding there was no discomfort, no uncertainty, nothing but the bike under her and the wind travelling over her body. As long as Devon didn't stand behind her she was comfortable being with him.
Days later she and Devon are riding in the canyons and they run into someone he knows. He introduces her to Harley. Reggie finds the name familiar but doesn't put two and two together until she's at home that evening. He knows Mac, he's the one who answered the phone last year, the one who keeps an eye on his house. She wonders if he knows where Mac is. With her next breath she tells herself to shut up. But when Harley calls her the next day asking her out, she says yes thinking of Mac, not Harley. And so it begins. Devon doesn't mind her dating Harley. Her mother however is fit to be tied. And Reggie has no idea why.
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Devon is puzzled too. But he remembers his mother talking to someone outside a couple of years ago, someone who he thinks had followed Reggie home, or brought her home. He wonders who it was. Mac doesn't occur to him as he's older and Devon knows his reputation is based on fact, not myth and rumour. He won't admit it but he's envious of it. Their father tells him he'll have that same reputation one day but something in Devon already knows he'll never have the sheer animal bestiality that Mac exudes like a fucking pheromone.
Devon ignores the weird feeling in his gut when he sees Harley making out with Reggie. He ignores the look on her face when they've finished. The way she unobtrusively wipes his taste away with her hand. He tries to intervene with their mother but she is not satisfied. He's trying to take a step back from everything. The year away at college had let him know there was an entire world out there that was his for the taking if he wanted it. He didn't really ever have to come back here if he didn't want. He didn't have to obey Walter even if he was his father, didn't have step into the family business. And yet here he was with Reggie in Cainville instead of in Cancun with Tim. Shaking his head and thinking he should maybe just go on down to Mexico Devon wanders outside. He is needing. It's dark and cool with low humidity which he appreciates. He would never admit to being scared of Walter or Mac. But he was, deathly afraid. That he was Walter's favourite just made him more afraid. Mac would kill him if an opportunity arose he knew.
Getting his knife Devon walks. Away from his house, away from his sister and mother. Away from crazy. Or so he thinks. When he's gone a mile he comes across the trap he'd set before. A rabbit is caught in it. He is without expression as he takes it out. He holds it, feeling its heart beat erratically as he soothes it. And only then does he twist and break a leg. He ignores the rabbit's struggles as he again soothes it. And when it calms again despite its obvious pain he breaks the next leg. And so he goes until he has broken all four legs. And as the rabbit lies in his hands twitching and making pained noises, he calmly breaks it spine. All the while he watches it in its death throes. There is no expression on his face, there is no thought in his head.
In mutilating the rabbit Devon's mind calms. He tosses it away like he has all the others over the years and goes back to the house. Breaking and twisting was better than the knife. Blood was a pain to cover and if he nicked an artery he always ended up with blood on himself. When he's back inside he strips down and gets in the shower. He ignores the door as it opens when he's rinsing off.
"You okay baby?" His mother asks him as she stands there in her robe. Devon looks at her dispassionately.
"'You shouldn't be in here." Is all he says as he wraps the towel around his hips and steps out of the tub. He ignores his mother as he grabs another towel and dries his face and torso and then wipes his hair. He sprays on deodorant and pushing past his mother, walks out and down to his bedroom. He's taken off the towel and is putting on underwear when his mother comes in behind him shutting the door.
"Why shouldn't I be in here? You're my son." Devon turns to face her, she is determined to break his calm. For once he's just as determined she won't do it. She won't win. Striving for the calm Reggie always seems to have around their mother he looks her up and down as he continues to get dressed.
"You know why, I'm too old." He says no more as he tugs a shirt over his head and sits to put on his boots. He's leaving now even though dawn still hasn't broken. He moves out and down into the kitchen where he grabs the food he'd packed last night. He's surprised to find Reggie there dressed and ready to go. He nods at her and they walk out together leaving their mother staring after them in the hallway.
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Reggie pulls up behind Devon at the top of the canyon rim as dawn breaks. It's a spectacular sight.
"God that's beautiful." She says.
"Yeah." Is all Devon answers. Reggie doesn't know what to say, he and her mother have always had a close relationship, more so than she and her mother if she's being honest. And Reggie is trying to be honest with herself. Trying to work out her feelings toward her mother and Mac. She fingers her necklace. She wears it every day and some days it feels like it carries every bit of dislike and resentment she has toward anyone in her life inside it. She's thinking about going home back to Los Angeles and spending the rest of her summer. She loves Cainville but she's not having any fun this summer. Mac wasn't around and Reggie needed for him to be.
But Devon is, despite all the crap he'd put her through growing up, the unease he caused in her he'd been there for her when she'd needed someone. And Reggie will always be grateful for that. She thinks in her deepest part of herself he saved her sanity.
Shaking her head she puts her helmet back on and looks at her brother beside her. "First one to the bottom gets first shower this evening." And she is off.
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Devon looks after her and shakes his head. He puts on his helmet and takes off after her knowing she's had too much head start but she has roused his competitive instinct. He nearly beats her but she gets to flat ground just before he does. When they stop some hours later for lunch they sit side by side in the shade of a rock. Reggie listens to the silence and falls in love with Cainville even more.
"Hey, where are the caves?" She asks Devon as she thinks of Mac talking about caves.
"Canyons are full of caves Reggie." Devon answers as he bites into the apple in his hand.
"No, the ones where you go to party" Devon pauses before taking another bite as he looks at her.
"You know about those?" He is surprised, usually Reggie had nothing do to with locals; she'd always been out but never in town. He frowns now only just realising he'd never registered where she went.
"Yeah, I've heard about them." Is all she answers though as she bites into her own apple.
"From who?" Devon is curious now, he doesn't think Harley would've mentioned them.
Reggie shrugs. "Don't remember." She lies nonchalantly taking another bite herself.
Devon's turn to shrug and lie. "I only know of one where some parties go on." He gets up throwing away his apple as the core was rotten. "Watch out for the core, mine was rotten." He says as he kicks his bike back to life. Reggie gets up still eating. Her apple is not rotten at the core so she finishes it off and puts her helmet on and kicks her own bike over. They spend the rest of the day riding.
Hours away Mac pulls into a service station for gas. He uses the bathroom and after paying and grabbing some cigarettes and water he's back in his vehicle and heading home. Home, he shakes his head as he thinks of this. Home was a person for him, not a place. But Cainville would do for now. He refuses to admit he's looking forward to seeing Reggie though he is anticipating her sucking his cock with great relish. She's seventeen now. He stops his thoughts of fucking her in their tracks, not yet he thinks. When he fucks her he doesn't want there to be any issue with him keeping her the way he plans.
Whether Reggie herself will want to be kept he doesn't care, her mother had given her to him to save her own cunt and Mac was collecting next year. He hopes Rick has managed to keep up with the cooking or Walter will be all over his arse. Fucker had no memory from snorting shit. Which is why Mac himself never touched the drugs. Cigarettes, alcohol and his women were enough for him. And Reggie a voice whispers in his head. He tells it to shut the fuck up as he shifts uncomfortably behind the wheel.
Later when he is back home he goes immediately to his private cave. Getting out of the vehicle he takes a breath of air. For the first time in months he feels like he can breathe. He lights a cigarette as he looks out at the canyons. Something inside him uncurls and stretches. Grabbing the water he moves to the trunk and opens it staring dispassionately down at the contents. It was nothing but a shell.
Putting the water in a sack Mac slings it over his shoulder and grabs the shell in his arms. He uses his elbow to slam the trunk shut, not bothering to lock the vehicle he heads toward his cave entrance. Inside the entrance he dumps the shell and continues on grabbing the torch he keeps there. When he gets back to the cave itself he lights the kerosene lanterns and then he heads back to the entrance. The shell is still there. He drags the shell back to the cave. When he's back he dumps it on the mattress and opens his sack taking a bottle of water and drinking it while he looks at what he's brought back from Mexico with him. He was fucking stupid to cross the border with it not once, but twice he thinks.
It had been pretty once he supposed, if you liked obvious. Soon as he'd stripped it he'd found the hair was fake. Pubic hair was dark brown, not the once expensive blonde that was now desperately needing a root job. He fancies he can still see the smeared make-up that had been all over the face and neck for several days until it had been worn off or cried off. The body was covered in scars, blood, dirt and him. Lighting another cigarette Mac wonders why the fuck he'd brought it home with him. Wasn't like he was going to show it to Reggie like some fucking present. With his next drag he knows why. He watches it roll over on a moan and he sees the protruding stomach.
No way was he gonna sell it to some Mexican whorehouse with that inside it. Finishing his cigarette Mac simply watches the shell sleep. It wasn't a human anymore. He'd fucked it over so bad there was no humanity left it in it. It was simply a vessel for what was growing in its stomach. And what was growing in its stomach couldn't be allowed to live. No way was Mac allowing it. That was why he'd risked crossing the border with it a second time, he needed to make sure it wasn't ever going to see the light of day. And there was no better place for that than here.
Sighing Mac looks at the stomach moving as he finishes the cigarette. Dropping it on the floor he takes up the machete he keeps in the cave. It's clean and sharp, it has to be for what he uses it for. As he goes to work Mac thinks of when he'd last seen Reggie. Through her bedroom window when he'd been in town to take the shell. He severs arteries and ligaments and snaps bones as he thinks of watching her at her desk as she'd studied. He'd stayed for hours as she did so. Then he'd seen her go out of the room and come back in her pyjamas and put the light out. And only then had he left. She'd been beautiful, and what had been done to her at school by the shell beneath him was not acceptable. So he'd fixed it.
He throws parts into the wheelbarrow he keeps in the cave not caring about the blood splattering everywhere. When he's finished he drinks another bottle of water and then takes up the wheelbarrow and wheels it back further in the cave. When he gets to the pit he tips the wheelbarrow up and lets the contents fall. He takes no notice of the tiny figure as it falls down with the remains of the shell. He hadn't even taken note of whether it was a boy or a girl. All that mattered was that his bloodline not be perpetuated. And he'd learned his lesson, he'd be taking steps. He tips one of the bags of lime he's got there into the pit after it watching it stream down like snow on the contents. He thinks he'll have to get some more lime soon as he's only got a couple of bags left now.
When he's back in the cave he drinks another bottle of water and leaves the other bottles behind. Then he puts out the lanterns and grabs the torch again heading back to the entrance. When he's there he switches off the torch and puts it in its usual place before he leaves the cave. When he's back in his vehicle He heads to his father's. Once there he exchanges Walter's car for his truck and glad to be back in his own vehicle he heads home.
Once home he removes his clothes and showers, scrubbing himself down with a brush he keeps for this express purpose. When he's clean and his skin is tingling he gets out and dries off. Taking his clothes he puts them into the washtub and fills it with cold water. He'll soak them overnight.
Falling into bed Mac slides his hand under his pillow and pulls out the pink panties he's kept there for the past seven years. They're faded now and smell only of him, but that is somehow still a turn on. Because they smell like Reggie herself will smell next year. Sliding his hand down his torso Mac flicks his nipples erect with pinches and flicks. He closes his eyes as he thinks of Reggie as he'd last seen her, hair up, tank top and shorts as she's scratched at her neck with a pencil. He'd wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into that nape and bite her until she bled.
Moaning slightly Mac allows his mind to wander back further to when he'd been in her bed last year. How he'd eaten her and how her taste had inflamed him, joined him to her. He could still recall her taste. It made him think of feral dogs mating, it was a wild scent. A free scent. And it was his. Grasping his cock softly Mac looks at the phone wishing he could call her. But he can't, she doesn't have a private line here. Instead he thinks of that night, how he'd hurt her and she'd come back for more.
Picturing her here in bed, in his bed Mac see's Reggie kneeling between his legs, He sees her looking up at him as she leans down. She is smiling as her mouth opens to take his cock in her mouth. Her lips swallow him down as if she's made for him. She takes him to the root. His hand moving in a blur Mac continues to imagine he is fucking Reggie's mouth, his hips moving back and forth without restraint. And she takes it all moaning like a fucking whore for more, more of Mac, wanting him to fuck her mouth until he comes. Her tongue slides up and down the underside of his cock as she moans around him. Mac sees her own hand glide down her body to her clit as she works herself toward orgasm along with him.
Her other hand cups his balls, fondling them the way he likes. Then she tugs on them and Mac feels them tighten and fill for her. He wants nothing more than to come in Reggie's mouth. In his mind he lets her smile around him and then swallow him down, again moaning around him as she works herself toward orgasm. He deliberately holds himself off wanting to watch her get herself off first. He sees her fingers as they flick and circle over her clit and his mouth waters as he thinks of eating her again. Fuck he wants her. His balls draw up tighter as she tugs on them again, pinching the skin lightly, knowing he likes the pain.
And then as Reggie comes on her own fingers and swallows Mac down he erupts in her mouth with a whore-like moan himself as her hot wet mouth swallows him all down.
On his bed Mac's hand is a blur as his fantasy plays behind his closed lids. One hand grasps Reggie's panties and his other grips his cock. He comes in life as he comes in his head. Only in life his come slips out of his cock and slides down his fingers and into his pubic hair as it winds down his balls to drip on the bed while he catches his breath. Still holding himself in one hand and Reggie's panties in the other he drifts off to the best sleep he's had since he'd left town.
Hours later as dawn breaks on the horizon he is woken by some high-pitched buzzing sounds. Frowning he rolls over and sits up. Going to the toilet Mac relieves himself as he tries to work out what the fuck the noise was. He moves to his front door and opens it in time to see two dirt bikes blow past from the Ashton place. He frowns as he realises one of the riders was Reggie. She did not look at his house as she rode past. Didn't see him in the doorway, didn't see his truck in the shadow of his house. Mac's face settles as he realises the other rider is Devon. He stands there watching long after they have gone from his sight and the sound of the bikes has disappeared as well.