Page 2 of Princess's Revenge
I tear off the cheap netting and bullshit knickknacks we’ve sewn onto the dress that makes me feel cheaper than Jack’s whore—I do it so I can move faster—and then head for the door with Sarah tugging on my arm.
“What are you going to do?!”
“I’m going to our apartment, packing a bag and seeing what happens.”
It’s easier to start again when you’ve got nothing. All the shit people collect only holds them back. I take a breath to compose myself before I turn the door handle…then exit with my head held high.
“Jessi, stop!”
I ignore her. She means well, but this isherfantasy, not mine. It’s time to stop living for everyone else. It’s time to live for me!
I go through the hall till I hit the aisle leading to the altar. I spot a smattering of Jack’s relatives sitting in the pews. He doesn’t have a big family. His father’s dead, his mother’s a doormat and his sister’s an alcoholic.
There are also a few cousins milling about and making conversation. Jack spots me from a group of his supposed work colleagues in their rented, blue suits and throws me a nasty glance—it must be on account of my dress being shredded.
I guess I ought to tell him to his face so he doesn’t send the cops after me. He might file a missing person’s report.
As I approach, he half whispers in a raised voice, “What the fuck is going on?”
There’s that rage he bottles up. Maybe it’s because he became his dad and was too stupid to notice it happening.
I throw the pictures at him, “I’m leaving you. Your cock is small and you can’t make me cum.”
I turn to leave and he grabs my arm, “What the fuck do you—”
All I needed was everyone to see this side of him. I turn and swing, connecting with his nose. He yelps and falls like a sack of potatoes.
Ouch.That hurt my wrist—totally worth it!Fuck him!
I make for the exit.
“You really think we should be doing this, Anthony?” That’s my youngest brother, Francis. We’re sitting in a black Escalade, parked across the street from the ugliest looking church in Bedford, New York. We’re here to take someone.
“This is the way things are done,” Christopher, my middle brother replies, “suck it up.”
I hear Franky shift his weight in the back seat, “I’m just saying, couldn’t we justaskher to come with us? We don’t have to kidnap her.”
I turn to look at him, “Do you really think a woman we’ve never met is going to trust three guys who look like us? That’s not the way the world works. She’ll think we’re going to gang-rape her. Don’t be so naïve.”
Franky frowns, “It’s worth a try, I mean, why make a scene on the street and have the cops all over us.”
I point for emphasis, “Because this is the way Dad wants it done. That’s why he sent us instead of using a crew, because he wants it done right.”
Chrissy looks from me to Franky, “Middle ground, we’ll ask first, when she tries to run…and believe me, she will…then we’ll just take her. Fair enough?”
Franky shoots his brow, “Fine with me.”
“Fine,” I agree to keep the peace. Franky can be a real bleeding heart sometimes. The kid is always looking for peaceful solutions to things that require force. “Now, stop working your lips and keep your eyes peeled on that door.”
We resume keeping watch. If we did everything right, Jessi Pernell should be coming out of that church any second now.
Franky leans between the seats, “What if she didn’t get the pictures?”
Chrissy pushes him back, “Eyes open! She got them, alright?”
“What if she didn’t look at them?”
“She’ll look!”