Pure Punishment(27)

I really don’t understand what is going on and why my grandmother has such a hatred for him. She talks to him like he knows her well, but that can’t be possible. My brain doesn’t want to process that he may be investigating me. What for? I have no idea. A part of me likes his constant company. I like him! That is not something that happens a lot.

“Stop overthinking,” Kai says and places a plate full of pancakes in front of me. They are my favorite and they are covered in maple syrup.

After I’ve finished eating, I have a shower and take Grandma to her doctor’s appointment. Kai chooses to stay at home. He said he had work to do and could do with some quiet time. My grandma has been especially silent on the drive. We are in her old car that I’m surprised still runs.

“You know you need to move now, get as far away as possible. I have some money put away for you. Just leave and don’t look back,” she says as we pull up in front of the doctor’s office.

“What money? And why would I move again? I’m doing great in my studies.”

“Your mother had a trust fund for you when you were little. I’ve been adding to it every year. There is quite a substantial fund set aside. In the fund is the sale of your parents’ house.”

That shocks me! I thought she got all the money to help raise me.

“I thought you got my parents’ money? If you didn’t, how could you afford to raise me?” I ask.

She doesn’t look at me. “I raised you with my own money. I didn’t need or want their money. I knew one day you would need it. Plus, you were not an expensive child.”

She stuns me with her sudden change of voice and demeanor. It’s like she does care.

Maybe she does?

“Alright, enough of this talk. Just remember what I said. Leave the first chance you get and don’t look back.” She steps out of the car and doesn’t wait for me as she walks toward the front door of the office. I don’t know what she’s talking about, but I don’t plan on leaving… that I know for sure.

The doctor told her to stop drinking and smoking and to start looking after her heart better. She laughed at him, which doesn’t surprise me. It’s how she deals with life; I worked that out a long time ago. On the drive home, she is quiet and asks me to stop at the store so she can purchase some cigarettes and alcohol. I try to tell her no, but it falls on deaf ears.

When we arrive home, I know it’s time to leave. The nurse is out front talking to Kai and he has our bags packed in his hands. Just before we get out, Grandma grabs hold of my wrist and slips a piece of paper in my hand. I give her a puzzled look and she smiles softly.

“When you hear the song, run.”





The brain can live for four to six minutes without oxygen, and then it begins to die.





The night is quiet and the air is still. Hardly anyone is walking around. It seems to be only me, which is quite odd. As I walk out of the college, I see a pickup truck sitting there, and someone is inside watching me. I don’t know how I know, I can just feel it. I change direction and walk the opposite way to see if it’s following me. It doesn’t move, but that doesn’t mean that it’s not. I’ve done so many questionable things. Things that I love to do. Things that keep me grounded and my demons happy.

I am the protector.

I walk the streets with nothing to do. Tyke hasn’t contacted me for a few days with any jobs, so I don’t have anything on. My mind is constantly on dark eyes, wondering what he’s doing. How his body would look right now. How his cock would feel sliding in and out of me.

I stop on the street corner, ready to cross, when I notice the dark truck creeping along very slowly behind me. I cross the street, not showing any sign that I notice it and, once I’m out of sight, I hide in the alley waiting for it to come closer so I can see who’s inside. I hear the truck come to a stop and then heavy footsteps. Obviously, the person knows I’m no longer walking down the road and has hopped out to investigate. I pull my star from my pants and wait for the steps to come closer. I’m hiding behind a trash can. The alley is dark and the person will not be able to see me, let alone hear me. I wait patiently for the footsteps to approach closer.

I close my eyes and listen. One, two, three. The person has his back turned to me. I don’t waste any time and step quietly up behind him and place my star at the jugular of his throat. The guy is so tall, I’m on my toes, reaching up. He laughs and I want to slice just a little bit to teach him not to be an ass. Then I recognize that voice because it has an effect on me like no other.

“Remove it, Kayla.”