Chapter 3: Harper's view of things
"What kind of man sits back and lets another man rape his daughter who's a virgin?" Tomas asked me. He slammed his glass of whiskey down on the table and lit up a cigar.
After our little night, we checked into the Portland Hotel. And right afterwards, we went straight to the bar downstairs from it.
"A smart one." I answered. Oh enough with the complaining. He witnessed something he knew was going to happen rather he liked it or not. Kat was a source of danger. She posed a threat to us. Me and Tomas were a team and there were things that were meant to be kept a secret.
And what she did…betraying her family like that, it was something no one should ever do to someone like Tomas. Someone like me.
"Smart one." Tomas scoffed and loosened his tie. "I'm sitting here…." His droopy eyes closed for a second and he shook his head. "I watched my last born get buried alive."
"You regret it? If you tell me this, I'm going to be pissed."
He shook his head. "I guess I could have done without seeing the raping part. It was unnecessary."
I gripped his arm. "You told me I could do it."
"Yes, well I shouldn't have." He snatched his arm away and sighed.
I looked down at my untouched gin and my eyebrows furrowed. "So, you want to go dig her up?" I asked.
Tomas glared at me as if I just offended him. "No. I want the little cunt to stay down there. She deserves it. I would have just settled for burying her is all I'm saying."
"You're the one who whipped her, Tomas." He did more than whipped her. He down right punished her to no end.
"I'm a masochist and a sadist, Harper. I can admit that to myself."
I stared at him. He ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair and sighed. "I'm surprised at you though." He said, he stared down at his drink and then slowly looked to me.
"What?" I asked.
"I offered you to take my daughter's virginity, but a real friend would have said no."
"You were testing me?"
Tomas grabbed his drink and stood. "I'll leave you to figure that out yourself." He got off the stool and smirked. "I'm turning in for the night. Meanwhile…I want you to figure out a cover story for the guardians at Kat's school. Tell them a lie about why she won't be in school anymore." He said and then turned after grabbing his drink and went upstairs.
I threw back my shot of gin and sighed as I pushed my sleeves up.
The bartender, old man, came up to me and squinted his eyes at me. "You have….you have blood on your neck and chin, son." He said.
I wiped what I could off with the back of my hand. "Thank you." I said and he nodded still looking at me suspiciously.
"Are you okay?"
"Don't I look okay?" I said forcefully.
He shook his head.
I took my glass and slid over towards him. "Just get me some more…alright?"
He nodded once and I laid my head at the table.
This was killing me.
Shit, this was killing me.
Not the burying her alive part, the part when I fucked her.
I wanted to be in between her legs again. Really bad, goddamnit.
She was a tight little thing. Surely I couldn't just go dig her up and have one more go with her…or could I? I'm drunk enough…that's for sure.
I burped and sat my head up as the bartender slid the refilled glass back.
"What's on your mind, son?" He asked.
"Rape." I answered.
His eyes grew wide. "Excuse me?"
I was way too drunk.
"I said…rape." I whispered and threw back my gin.
"The best is when the girl is a virgin. She's…completely oblivious to what its like to have a dick…especially one as big as mine…inside of her tight pussy and with that first push…with that first fucking push…when you feel yourself inside of her stomach and you hear her begging you to stop, it makes you shoot your load almost immediately." I nodded as the gentlemen continued staring at me. He just didn't get it.
He'd never get it.
"Fuck it. You don't know what I mean. Fill my glass up." I said.
The man shook his head. "I think you had enough, son."
I pulled my gun out at aimed it at his chest.
He swallowed hard, his eyes stuck on mine. Fear in his eyes.
"Fill. My. Glass." I said slowly.
The man nodded and grabbed my glass and refilled it like I said. Then he handed the glass to me with a shaky hand.
I took a sip and sat the glass down.
"I don't want any trouble, son."
"Do I look like your fucking son to you?" I was irritated. Maybe I should have held off on the burying and made her my pet for a little. I could have been fucking her ass right now if I wanted to.
Just the thought made me hard. "Fuck." I whispered and buried my head in my hands as I felt a headache coming on.
The old fuck was right. I did have too much. I took my wallet out and slammed twenty dollars onto the bar. I grabbed my drink and finished it off before getting to my feet and staggering towards the stairs.
I place my hand around the banister. "This is….Harper…Armstrong…saying…" I gave the bartender my best drunken smile. "Goodnight." I then continued stumbling up the stairs for the rest of the night.