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Six

By:Hilary Storm
Six

Prologue

15 years ago



I can hear a tiny scream in the distance. I'm sure it's some bratty ass kid defying their mom or dad, but I have to see for myself. Flashbacks of my entire childhood begin to fill my head. It's not usually a great idea to go behind these buildings this late at night. Hell, I know that from first-hand experience too. My curiosity just may get me in trouble this time, but I have to.



Turning the corner, my fear comes to life. Some greasy fucker has a little girl against the wall, rubbing his cock around her mouth. Tears are pouring out of her eyes and my feet have already landed me within arm’s reach of this fucker before he realizes I'm here.



Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I take him directly to the ground behind him. My other arm secures him to the pavement with a death grip. He attempts to fight me as I squeeze the life out of his body as my fingers flex into his neck.



I have zero mercy. His eyes bulge open wider as he tries to speak to me through them. I'm not listening to his pleas. This man is dead. He will die. I'll make sure of it.



He signed his death wish the minute he laid his cock on the little girl's face. Hell even before that.



A tiny whimper sneaks in through the rage in my head. I grip tighter as I turn to see her crouched on the ground with her hands over her eyes. Dirty blonde hair is draped over her face, helping to hide this scene from her.



The gasping sounds of his last moment on Earth should stop me from ending him, but it doesn't. I turn back to watch him die. Leaning in close to his disgusting face, I leave him with the last words he'll ever hear.



"I'll see you in hell. You'd better be ready, because I'll be looking for your ass as soon as I step through the gate."



The grip of his fingers on my forearm relaxes and eventually his arms fall beside him.



His pants are still at his ankles when I stand up, so I drag him behind the dumpster and pull a raunchy bag out of it, dropping it on his dick. His shit should be gnawed on by the rats.



I'll have to come back for him later. Right now I need to make sure she's ok. Fuck, how can she be ok?



"He's gone. You can open your eyes now." She doesn't move. Hers cries are silent, but her head is ticking as she inhales each breath. This fucker has ruined her.



I kneel next to her, making sure not to touch her. I don't want her to think she has any reason to be scared of me. "Hey you, let me take you to your mom and dad. Do you know where you live?" I can't call the police. That's not an option. Fuck, I hope that wasn't her piece of shit dad I just killed.



She relaxes just slightly, but still hasn't uncovered her face or moved from her crouched position. She has her legs tucked tightly against her chest. Shit. She's so fucking tiny. I bet she's eight years old, maybe, if that.



I sit against the wall, right next to her, hoping I can calm her enough to come with me. She doesn't need another memory I'm sure.



"Do you go to school?" I watch her breathing slow just slightly. She nods her head, remaining covered.



"What grade are you in?" She doesn't move to answer.



"Can you sit up for me? I want to figure out where to take you so you'll be safe. It isn't safe out here for lil' girls." She straightens her back against the wall just a little; keeping her legs in the same place, she moves her hands from her face. Her hair is stuck to the tears and dirt on her cheeks and I try to look for any blood. She doesn't seem to have any, not that that means she's not seriously injured. I should drop her off at the hospital. She will need help. Fuck.



I light up a cigarette and lay my head against the brick. Blowing the smoke upwards, I try to think of a way to get any information from her.



"How old are you?" She still isn't budging.



"Honey, can you hold up how old you are with your fingers?"



She moves her hands into the space between her body and her legs, before slowly moving each hand out. She holds up one hand full, then a single fucking finger on the next. Fuck. That's how old my sister is. We're twelve years apart.



"Six. You're six years old. You're getting old. It won't be long and you'll be driving." I try to seem calm. She needs a normal fucking conversation.



She takes both hands and attempts to brush some hair out of her eyes. She's about half successful with it.



"Well, Six. We need to get you home. Let's get you out of this alley as soon as I finish this smoke." She places her hands on the ground beside her. She still has her legs tucked up, but she's visibly accepting me. I hate that I know about this shit. I fucking hate that I know how to comfort a child who's been abused.



"Have you ever rode on a motorcycle?" She nods her head slowly as a no. This could get interesting. I wish I wouldn't have brought the bike tonight, but I'll have to make this work. The bike is large enough for us both. I'm glad I haven't traded it yet. I plan to soon, even though it's the only fucking good thing that came from my asshole father.