Violence Begets... by Pt Denys, Myra Shelley Page A

was an ass,
and they certainly realized they better be respectful. There were never any fights
(unless I started them), spilled alcohol, or broken shit.
    I handed out the party favors to those
who wanted them, and after taking my dose of E, I began to roll myself. None of
them had asked for coke, so I kept that for my own pleasure. I kept the lights dim
and candles lit, knowing this was the best atmosphere for a good roll. I had an
excellent music mix going and watched as people started losing themselves.
    I didn’t allow myself to check out,
but I did relax. I settled in the corner on a window seat and sipped my beer, keeping
an eye out for any trouble. I watched the snow fall, blanketing everything in a
clean white puff, and also found myself keeping an eye on Rick. I didn’t trust him;
he was too much of an unknown. He was with Jessica, something I had expertly arranged.
Of course, as planned, they seemed to be hitting it off. I knew girls could distract
my boys, but I allowed it only if they remained loyal to me first. He was all over
her and I was okay with this, for now.
    In addition to being a willing host
to my parties, Kari was also an amazing tool to keep up appearances. She was good
for me because she liked to play and didn’t want to be all committed and shit. We’d
hook up if things were right for both of us, but I could screw around with other
girls if I had to make a show of something. And I didn’t give a fuck what she did.
I was good to her in bed and that’s what she stuck around for. We both knew it.
I was damn proud of the world I’d crafted for myself.
    “Hey, baby!” She came and wrapped her
arms around me, draping her scantily clad body all over mine. As long as I guided
her hands where I wanted them, I could tolerate her touching me. I had to admit,
because of the E she felt good.
    “Where have you been?” I said, a little
annoyed.
    “Around, but I have a surprise for you.”
    “Yeah, what’s that?” I said, pushing
her hands away as they tried to travel under my shirt.
    “You’ll find out soon enough.”
    “You know I don’t like surprises,” I
grumbled at her. It amazed me how some girls were so attracted to this asshole they
wanted me to be.
    “Honey, it’s not bad, I promise. I’ll
give you a hint.” She purred at me as she pulled the bottom of her skirt up just
enough to show me some red lacy shit. This did nothing for me, but I knew I had
to pretend, and getting off was getting off when it came down to it.
    “Careful, might have to take you to
the bedroom now. Better go mingle while I still have the sense to behave.” I gently
spun her around and smacked her on the ass as she pranced off to gossip with her
friends. God, I was so not in the mood for women. I wanted nothing more than to
be tangled up with some hot, hard body from Normandy. Fucking appearances.
    Mike was all over the place like a big,
dumb, muscular animal, pouncing from one chick to another. Brett seemed totally
lost in the music, and Jeremy was completely zoned out on the couch. Rick was getting
it on with Jessica, and I was bored as fuck. The shit I did to keep them coming
back.
    By the end of my glorious party, I was
fucking Kari in her bedroom. She screamed, I got off and left. It was an uneventful
ending to a pathetic party.

Chapter 5
    Rick
    Several days after the party, I came
home to my dad pacing in the front room. It was well after dinnertime and it was
too quiet in the house.
    “Where are Sylvia and Emma?” I asked,
straining to hear Emma’s laughter from her upstairs room.
    “Christmas shopping. What is this?”
I looked at him for a split second before my gaze wandered to the worn guitar case
sitting in the middle of the room. I bit down on my lip, not trusting myself to
keep my mouth shut. “I found this in your closet.”
    I wanted to ask what he was doing in
my room but simply stared at him. My instincts told me not to push him.
    “We went through all this in California.
You’re not