led only to the center.
As she looked for houses that she wanted to walk through, she realized she hadn’t worried recently about Bobby Jersey, and she wondered what he was up to. She no longer thought about him hurting her when she was frozen and he was free to do as he liked. It’d been too long. If he wanted to do something, he’d have done it already.
A sickening truth came to her: she missed talking to him.
He was still the only other person she’d ever met who lived the same life she did. As much as she loved Bonnie, she could never tell her about what she thought of as her real life. Her free life.
She’d think I’m fucking nuts.
Bobby’s the only person who understands .
There was one other reason she felt safer from Bobby. She knew exactly where to find him, and if he ever messed with her, she’d mess back, only a whole lot worse.
* * *
Karen worked her way down the street, wandering inside the homes that looked the most interesting. Her Secrets Journal was now crammed full of things that nobody imagined would ever see the light.
She knew of dozens of men who were cheating on their wives or girlfriends, and an equal number of women doing the same.
She had seen every possible sex act, between every combination of a man and a woman, and sometimes with three or more people involved.
She watched people hurt themselves and those they loved, over and over.
She saw most of the Ten Commandments broken without much thought by the sinners, and she saw people treating other people horribly, while in public smiling as if they were the nicest people in the world.
Karen realized that she could never like most of the people in her neighborhood. They lied, they cheated, they stole, they fucked each other over like there was no tomorrow, and they didn’t seem to feel a hint of remorse.
On the other hand, remorse flowed like blood through her veins. She would often visit the secret boxes in her mother’s bedroom, looking at her dad’s .45, hefting it in her hands, rereading his confession and then looking at the face of the innocent girl whose life he had stolen.
And she’d cry.
Karen shook her head to try to shake out the demons that haunted her. For some reason they worked more on her when time stopped, as if the worldly issues slid off her body and left her shrouded in her father’s guilt.
“Stupid,” she chided herself. There was nothing she could do about the past.
There was a party in the house down the street from the Mayberry Care Center, about twenty people scattered around the basement and plumes of marijuana smoke hanging motionless in the air. They looked like college students. Karen was a sophomore, and even though it was a long shot, she checked each person to see if she knew anyone.
Nope.
The bathroom door was shut but not locked. She opened it and saw a girl about her age bending over the sink. Her pants were off and her legs spread apart. A guy was fucking her from behind. He had a grizzled black beard and a joint in his mouth. His expression showed that he was only concerned about his own pleasure and didn’t give a rat’s ass about the girl he was using. She was grimacing and gritting her teeth.
Karen moved closer and saw that he wasn’t using a condom. She doubted they’d known each other before the party, but the girl wouldn’t likely forget him anytime soon.
Karen felt anger rush through her, and for a second, she thought about slicing Tina’s boyfriend’s cock. Surely this guy deserved the same.
Didn’t he?
Then a thought hit her: What makes me so perfect a judge?
She wondered if she might turn into a vigilante, roaming the streets to take revenge for the sins she discovered.
She left the building and walked away, trying to forget the party.
* * *
“You’re back.”
“You’re very observant.”
“Still as cute as ever.”
Karen didn’t really want to talk to Bobby Jersey, but
As she looked for houses that she wanted to walk through, she realized she hadn’t worried recently about Bobby Jersey, and she wondered what he was up to. She no longer thought about him hurting her when she was frozen and he was free to do as he liked. It’d been too long. If he wanted to do something, he’d have done it already.
A sickening truth came to her: she missed talking to him.
He was still the only other person she’d ever met who lived the same life she did. As much as she loved Bonnie, she could never tell her about what she thought of as her real life. Her free life.
She’d think I’m fucking nuts.
Bobby’s the only person who understands .
There was one other reason she felt safer from Bobby. She knew exactly where to find him, and if he ever messed with her, she’d mess back, only a whole lot worse.
* * *
Karen worked her way down the street, wandering inside the homes that looked the most interesting. Her Secrets Journal was now crammed full of things that nobody imagined would ever see the light.
She knew of dozens of men who were cheating on their wives or girlfriends, and an equal number of women doing the same.
She had seen every possible sex act, between every combination of a man and a woman, and sometimes with three or more people involved.
She watched people hurt themselves and those they loved, over and over.
She saw most of the Ten Commandments broken without much thought by the sinners, and she saw people treating other people horribly, while in public smiling as if they were the nicest people in the world.
Karen realized that she could never like most of the people in her neighborhood. They lied, they cheated, they stole, they fucked each other over like there was no tomorrow, and they didn’t seem to feel a hint of remorse.
On the other hand, remorse flowed like blood through her veins. She would often visit the secret boxes in her mother’s bedroom, looking at her dad’s .45, hefting it in her hands, rereading his confession and then looking at the face of the innocent girl whose life he had stolen.
And she’d cry.
Karen shook her head to try to shake out the demons that haunted her. For some reason they worked more on her when time stopped, as if the worldly issues slid off her body and left her shrouded in her father’s guilt.
“Stupid,” she chided herself. There was nothing she could do about the past.
There was a party in the house down the street from the Mayberry Care Center, about twenty people scattered around the basement and plumes of marijuana smoke hanging motionless in the air. They looked like college students. Karen was a sophomore, and even though it was a long shot, she checked each person to see if she knew anyone.
Nope.
The bathroom door was shut but not locked. She opened it and saw a girl about her age bending over the sink. Her pants were off and her legs spread apart. A guy was fucking her from behind. He had a grizzled black beard and a joint in his mouth. His expression showed that he was only concerned about his own pleasure and didn’t give a rat’s ass about the girl he was using. She was grimacing and gritting her teeth.
Karen moved closer and saw that he wasn’t using a condom. She doubted they’d known each other before the party, but the girl wouldn’t likely forget him anytime soon.
Karen felt anger rush through her, and for a second, she thought about slicing Tina’s boyfriend’s cock. Surely this guy deserved the same.
Didn’t he?
Then a thought hit her: What makes me so perfect a judge?
She wondered if she might turn into a vigilante, roaming the streets to take revenge for the sins she discovered.
She left the building and walked away, trying to forget the party.
* * *
“You’re back.”
“You’re very observant.”
“Still as cute as ever.”
Karen didn’t really want to talk to Bobby Jersey, but
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