Them or Him

Let's say goodbye !

''She was last seen heading towards the highway in a cherry red convertible. Boss you better get there quick. Its been about 6 minutes since they stopped at a gas station to buy booze. The boyfriend , age 20, fifth son of Winder-mill Groups chairman shot 2 bullets through the front desk because the cashier was too slow. The police arrived minutes after an elderly women called it in. From what I've gathered both of them are high on drugs. Most likely cocaine from her previous drug abuse. The odds aren't looking good'' 

 I sped maneuvering my way through the traffic. Frustrated at the snail pace the vehicle in front of me was moving, I cut through to the right and sped through as an oncoming truck horned its life out. The streets blurred as I raced to catch up with that women. 

Shit I should have known when she came asking for more that she was up to no good. Women came begging to me. To take them to bed. They fought over me. My wealth the predominant factor for many cat fights to break out. And I found It to be no surprise, when Sophia my cousin tried her best to woo me into bed.  I was elated was an understatement. And I'd had my fun.

 But I was stupid enough to think that she came back a second time because she was either crazy or addicted to the sick sort of rough fucking I'd done with her. I'd opted for her being mentally ill because no women in their sane mind would have come back to be with a man who had utterly humiliated and degraded her in bed. But then again the women who chased after me wanted It rough. To be treated like slaves. And no matter what I had done to them, they always came back for more.

 Never had I made such a mistake as I had with Sophia. I should have known that my momentarily pleasure in treating her like the true human garbage she was, didn't justify the eerie sort of feeling I have been having for these past 7 months. Especially that triumphant smile her father had given me, the way he had casually approached me as if he knew that he had won, calling me his ''dear nephew'' in front of everybody.

 But nooooooo I had been too relaxed these few years forgetting that the worst of society lay dormant. Lay there in my blood as I was the spawn they had sired to fill their greed. How lovely the world would be if they knew that the little angel who had cried out in tears in front of the camera and the loving husband who had held his dear wife as she wept for the death of their son's Au pair were the very monsters who had relished in the cries the middle aged women had given as she was stabbed over and over again unmercifully until she bleed to death, waiting painfully till the god of death looked her away.

 I had finally caught up with them. Sophia turned slightly to look back as she leaned over to her boyfriend. Not a second later they zoomed out of view as both of them squealed in delight. That fucker has got to be kidding me. He's high and driving like a lunatic. I made haste as I wanted to catch up to those little fuckers, who had thought I gave chase because I was oh so utterly jobless.

 I had been trying to track them down for 2 weeks. Ever since I'd gotten to know about her pregnancy. The eerie feeling I'd felt had smacked me right on the face because I, Drake Donovan would never sire another being into this wretched world. Child or not I was no father nor would I ever try to be one. For I was truly a monster of my own.