Chapter 45 - Johnny - This Little Piggy
Last time I was here, Rebecca helped me track down Becca, and I’m hoping she can do the same for me now. There’s one big difference this time, though. Well, two actually.
This time I’m fucking pissed off.
And I have Alex with me. And she’s also fucking pissed off.
I spent all day at the shelter with Aiden yesterday. Playing with all the kids there helped to improve my mood, but it certainly didn’t remove Becca from my mind. Spending the whole night crafting dicks out of cookies, cakes and candies with Gran and her best friends, Gladys and Lana, didn’t help either. We saved their penis themed gender reveal party and their new event planning business in the process, though, so at least I accomplished something productive. Plus, I learned how to make circumcised and uncircumcised cocks out of various treats. So if Sleeping Dogs breaks up, and tattooing doesn’t pan out for me, I could always open a naughty bakery.
“Thanks for coming with me,” I say as we approach the house. We had to park further down the street because there was nothing available close by. “You can stop me from throwing her through the window.”
I would never actually do it, of course. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was thinking particularly violent thoughts about this woman.
“Fine,” Alex says. “As long as youdon’tstop me from punching her in the face.”
“Deal,” I say with a chuckle. “But can you wait until after we find out where Becca is? I don’t think she’ll be very cooperative once she’s been punched in the face.”
“Ugh, fine,” Alex whines. “Make it fast.”
I shake my head a little. I wonder if Connor knows just how bloodthirsty Alex is? Scratch that. Of course he knows. She rescued him from an attempted rape and beat the perpetrator so badly she broke her hand while breaking the woman’s face.
I lift my hand to knock on the door, but Alex beats me to it, smashing it so hard with the side of her fist that the entire frame shakes. She continues smashing it until it flies open.
“What?” Rebecca snarls. She looks like shit. Her hair is a mess, she’s in a ratty bathrobe, and she’s holding a bottle of cheap wine. “Oh, it’s you. I guess you might as well come in.” She stumbles away from the door. “Don’t just stand there. Get in here and close the door. It’s cold.”
Alex and I look at each other. If my eyebrows look like hers, then they’re mingling with my hairline. To say I’m shocked would be an understatement. Rebecca’s house is a disaster. Broken glass everywhere, torn clothes thrown all over the floor, and there’s the smell of something burning lingering in the air.
“What the hell happened here?” I ask. “Looks like the aftermath of a kegger at a frat house.”
“Oh, please. Like you don’t know already.”
“Uh, no. Did you get robbed or something?” I hate this woman, but I wouldn’t actual crimes on her. Throwing her through the window is just a therapeutic thought I entertain.
Alex, on the other hand, looks almost gleeful as she takes in the wreckage that is Rebecca’s house.
“Looks to me like you got what you deserved,” she tells Rebecca. “I might not need to punch you in the face after all.”
“Oh sure, come here and inflict more pain on me. Ever since Rebecca was born, my life has been nothing but problems. All anyone ever wanted to do was hold the baby, play with the kid, talk about her.What’s little Rebecca doing?”
“Well, you’re not going to like what we’re here to ask you, then.”
“Then we she had that accident. It got worse. I thought it would get better. People were supposed to think of me, of all the sacrifices I made. But nooo,” she says, drawing out the no in a singsong sort of voice. “of course not. They wanted to know how Becca was healing, whether the scarring was bad, if she was going to be okay in the long run. It wasn’t even worth all the trouble I went to in the first place.”
“Yeah, we feel really bad for you. Where’s Becca?” Alex asks.
“And after I took her away from her freak of a father. Did she thank me? Of course not. I had to tell her he left because of her scars. Because she was too ugly. And what does she do? She runs right to him. Finds him anyway.Becauseof the damn scars.” She scoffs and tries to drink from her bottle but discovers it’s empty. “People were supposed to feel bad for me, not for her. And then, when I figure out a way to get my due from her, to keep her tied to me forever by choosing an appropriate husband, she finds you.” She points at me, a look of disgust on her face. “All those years I spent telling her no man would want to wake up every day and see her, and then you come along. You should want to be with a model, or an actress, not a scarred photographer who can’t even keep a job.”
Holy shit, the hate this woman is spewing about her daughter is making me sick. Even Alex looks a little green.
“Listen here. We. don’t. care. Just tell us where Becca is and we’ll leave you to stew in your self-pity.”
“I arrange the scars and Silas Mathews finds her because of them. And Silas Mathews is married to my ex-husband. Can you believe that? Not only did my husband turn out to be a gay, but hemarriedanother man. He’d rather be with a huge, hairy beast of a man than me.”
I look at Alex and raise my eyebrows in question. She nods. She heard it, too. Rebecca just said she ‘arranged’ Becca’s scars. Alex tilts her head toward Rebecca and raises her fist a little.
‘Should I hit her now?’she seems to ask. I shake my head. We still don’t know where Becca is. We can’t punch her yet. Alex sticks out her lower lip in a pout. It reminds of when we were kids and my mom used to tell us a rooster would poop on our lip if we did that. A chuckle escapes my lips.
“Oh sure, it sounds funny,” Rebecca slurs from her spot on the couch, mistaking my chuckle to be about what she’s told us. “Do you know how many times I had to cook soup on the front burner before that stupid kid finally pulled it down? It had to have been hundreds. I finally had to ask her to check on it, to make it happen. It was alright though. She never remembered that I asked her to do it, so the authorities never suspected a thing.”
