Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (book suggestions .txt) 📕

I put my arms around my shoulders in an attempt to protect myself from the weight of my emotions.

There is the sound of whistling brakes behind me, the slamming of a door, and then I'm turned around and jerked into the familiar arms. I burst, biting my nose into a white T-shirt soaked in my favorite scent. For the first time in years, I can't stop the flow of tears and sobs. I guess that's how hope dies.

Matthew is silent, stoically enduring what leaves my body. He just holds me tightly to him and lets me get rid of the weight of unfulfilled expectations. His fingers tangle in my hair as he strokes the back of my head. I can feel all of his muscles tense, his heart pounding. I don't want to be weak in front of him. Weakness is for worthless and pathetic people. But for some reason, I'm not ashamed right now.

Tension from the guy whips in invisible waves. He's angry, I know he is. I've learned to read his body language and gestures. And I don't even have the strength for that emotion. It's like I've been turned inside out and twisted.

When I look up moments later, I'm met with a look full of... no, not pity. Pity I couldn't bear. I am met with support in his face and a steady desire for revenge.

Matthew's thumbs wipe the tears from my cheeks, and then his lips nestle against mine. The kiss is deep, insistent, demanding. It seems to be his way of telling me that he's the man who really needs me. To erase from my memory all the words I'm sure he's heard. And I believe him.

"You know how people get rid of unnecessary memories?" Matt gets in the car, starts the engine, and, turning around with a whistle, drives in the direction I just ran away from.

"How?"

"Break dishes"

"Are we going to break dishes?" I squint at him doubtfully, trying to guess the crazy plan of this madman.

He shakes his head vaguely, and then pulls in front of the Mercedes parked in front of my deadbeat dad's house.

"Almost" he bends over backwards without a hint of a smile and pulls out a bat from under the backseat. "Let's go!"

Matthew

"Matthew, what are you going to do?"

Reenah hesitantly slams the car door and comes over to me. The only thing I would do with great pleasure right now is smash the asshole's head in. Each of his nasty words, spoken with callous indifference to his own daughter, is literally burned into my memory and fuels my manic desire to kill. But I doubt it's something Rie would appreciate. And the bastard won't get off the hook that easily! He'll pay for every year a girl spends in an orphanage, I promise him that!

"Break glass" I pull my savage by the neck and kiss her on the temple. "Here you go"

The green eyes go round in shock, shifting from me to the bat. Thin fingers wrap around the implement with which I've used more than once to break the ribs of assholes like this.

"What am I supposed to do with it?"

I nod toward the Mercedes, which the bastard has spent as much as Rhee would never earn on her own in her life.

"I think it looks too boring. We need to paint it up."

"Are you crazy? I can't do it!"

"You can, Rie!" I smirk encouragingly, but since she needs help making the first move, I'm happy to help. I pull the savage to the wheelbarrow and, wrapping my arms around her from behind, take her cold hands in mine. "Let's give your daddy some fireworks!"

I swing the bat around and smash it into the windshield with a muffled squeal. Reenah tenses up. The sound of cracking glass merges with the screaming alarm, and then she starts laughing out loud. There, my girl! Show him who he lost, that old asshole!

"Now go ahead on your own!"

With pure pleasure I slowly step back, letting my Harley Quinn act on her own!

With pure pleasure I slowly step back, letting my Harley Quinn act on her own! Rie glances at me and gets a nod of encouragement in return. She swings around and smacks the mirror with a bang. I laugh, watching as the crying face from five minutes ago lights up with glee. The fire in his eyes lights up, gaining in brightness with each blow she takes.

A movement to the left draws my attention. A good acquaintance of our family, who until recently seemed to be a role model for his own children, freezes in the doorway.

"Don't stop"

 I tell Reenah, shouting over the alarm. I don't want her to be afraid.

He owns her and he knows it.

But even without my instructions, she already seemed to have a taste for it. Staring straight in her own father's face, she swung the bat down on the side window. The asshole doesn't even move. The best he can do is watch his once-abandoned daughter with clenched teeth and clenched fists. He remembers our conversation well and cowardly pisses his pants, hoping that the destruction of an expensive car will be the only punishment for his actions. The doors of the neighboring houses swing open, and curious faces peek out to see whose car is screaming for help.

I bend over the window of my sports car and turn on the rock. Let the people share with us this enchanting moment. The speakers give off low beats, creating a backdrop to the way Rie masterfully turns the Mercedes into a battered tin can. I fold my arms across my chest, leaning against the hood, and meet the gaze of brown eyes peering at us from ten meters away. The windows tinkle on the pavement as my girl lets out the resentment she'd accumulated over the years.

After standing for a few more seconds, Hall turns around and silently disappears into the house. I turn my gaze and laugh again, finding that Reenah has climbed onto the hood with her feet and is looking at me with a satisfied smile on her lips, tapping the bat on her palm. Her eyes sparkle like she's hit the jackpot.

"There's more glass" I nodded at the panoramic windows of the house the cowardly bastard had hidden in.