Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
A good buddy of mine had dropped a little whisper in my ear that convinced me my few thousand could be turned into millions by the time I got out. Usually that shit would’ve been too good to be true but I trusted Jake. We’d trusted each other with our lives, what was a few dollars?
I did my time with my head down and my mind outside the walls that caged me. It only took a week to let motherfuckers know I was no one’s bitch, and gain the rep of a crazy motherfucker who had nothing to lose. That wasn’t exactly true but these fuckers didn’t need to know that. With asshole jailhouse rapist off my ass I could concentrate on revenge.
It wasn’t my nature to go after a female but this one was fucked. I went from planning her death to just fucking her life up for eternity. I give a fuck that she was a kid. I had the names of all the deputies involved, obviously one of them had planted that shit in my place, but they were all going down.
My days were spent on the computer digging into their lives and keeping my body in shape. I gravitated between plotting murder in my head and planning for what came after. Then I got her letter and instead of making me feel less murderous towards her that shit only ramped things up.
She’d fucked my life, over a joke. I hated her more after learning that than I did when I thought she was just another spoilt little bitch who couldn’t take no for once in her fucking life. Believe me I’d thought long and hard over what the fuck had pushed her to do this shit. But of all the assholery I came up with, nothing beat this shit.
I dug into her life, and though there wasn’t much in the way of public records on a sixteen year old, her social media accounts kept me well apprised of her every move. When I say I ‘dug in’ I mean I turned every fucking stone until not even a dust mite would escape. She’d brought this shit on herself. For once in my life I was going to turn my back on my training. This slit was going down.
I kept a digital scrapbook on all her shit and the guards didn’t have a clue what I was up to. I knew they did surprise searches and shit but I’d learned some shit in the marines. I could hack into the fucking pentagon and they wouldn’t know I was there. No way a two-bit prison in the middle of nowhere could get the drop on me.
She was doing pretty well for herself, going off to college a year early, graduating with honors. Each time I saw a picture of her smiling and just living her fucking life I wanted to go postal, but training and the thirst for vengeance held me in check. If I lose my shit in here they’ll just add more time onto my hell. So I kept my cool, and bided my time, all the while seeing her laying prone at my feet. Yeah, the hate and rage was strong.
It was probably not a good thing to spend so much time focused on her. Some might say I should’ve just written the shit off and moved on, that it wasn’t healthy to think this way. Fuck that noise; it worked for me. In fact seeing her face, looking into her life day in and day out, was the only thing that kept me from going insane. It’s never a good idea to cage a wild beast.
I spent more time with her than I would’ve had I’d just fucked her and moved on. Ain’t that a bitch? I knew her like the back of my hand. Her likes, her wants, her dreams. I didn’t know half that shit about any of the women I’d fucked in the past, could barely remember some of their faces. But I knew hers. Down to the one little freckle across her nose.
3
She never mentioned the trial or anything about me in all those years. Just went along with life as usual while I rotted away in this hellhole. Can you say nuclear fucking retribution? I did learn some shit about her though that made me wonder, why she’d done what the fuck she had.
There was nothing in her background that pointed to her being a manipulative she-hag, and enough time hadn’t gone by for her to have made such a drastic change. Unless she was a very good actress, there was some fuck wrong with this girl that just wasn’t adding up for me.
On the screen she came across as a well-rounded fun loving kid, who loved and was loved by everyone. I read every comment and not one person ever had a bad thing to say about her, well except for a few females who were obviously jealous of some accomplishment or other. But nowhere did I see the girl who’d hounded me that summer.