The lights were dim, the wine was chilled, and the jazz was playing. I’d tried to set a romantic scene but there was no need for that now, I thought as I passed the dimmer switch and turned the lights up full blast. I flopped down on my sofa but jumped up when I remembered that I was still naked and the remnants of making love were still fresh between my legs. The wet spot on the sheets and the purple nibble mark on my breast were the only proof that Spencer had even been here.
Spencer had been missing all weekend with no real explanation of where he’d been. He said he’d been taking care of some things for his family. The same family that he rarely talked about, and whom I’d never met. The same brothers that seemed to always want to meet him at a strip club, or so he said whenever I questioned the glitter and cheap perfume on his shirt…[/text_output][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][line][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/3″ fade=”true” fade_animation=”in” fade_animation_offset=”100px”][image type=”none” float=”none” info=”none” info_place=”top” info_trigger=”hover” src=”6668″][gap size=”1.313em”][button shape=”rounded” size=”regular” float=”none” info=”none” info_place=”top” info_trigger=”hover” block=”true” circle=”true” href=”http://www.cherylcloydrobbins.com/product/forgive-us-trespasses/” target=”blank”]Buy Now[/button][/vc_column][vc_column width=”2/3″ fade=”true” fade_animation=”in-from-right” fade_animation_offset=”200px”][custom_headline type=”left” level=”h1″ looks_like=”h1″]Forgive Us Our Trespasses[/custom_headline][text_output]I choked down the last shot of Hennessy and turned on the shower. My blood-stained clothes had stuck to my skin, and looking at myself in the mirror made me feel like the devil, Lucifer himself. Maybe that lady was right after all.
I stepped into the shower. The water felt like little drops of acid burning my skin until I got used to the temperature. I watched Tori’s blood mix with the water and make a puddle under my feet until it washed down the drain.
When the water no longer showed hints of red, I picked up the soap and washcloth. I scrubbed and scrubbed until my skin was raw. The anger inside me boiled like lava in a volcano about to erupt and destroy everything it touches.
Still, I forced my emotions down into my soul and waited for the opportunity to unleash them. For now, I had to remain in control. My brothers were downstairs, and Chad was down the hall. I hoped he was in the same agony waiting for his fate to be decided. I imagined him begging for his life and watching him bleed when I cut his throat. The thought of his blood spilling from his body and him feeling himself bleed to death comforted me.[/text_output][/vc_column][/vc_row]