Ivy's Venom (Whitsborough Progenies) by C.A. Rene (short novels to read .TXT) 📗

won that night, by the way.” I tell everyone and I hear chuckles.

“Shut up.” She hisses and kicks my knee lightly.

“I will love you for the rest of my life if you’ll let me. I will take care of you and do anything necessary to keep you safe. I want you to have my children and I want to grow so old together that we can’t even remember each other’s names.”

I hear a few more chuckles but it’s the tears on my girl’s cheeks that I’m paying attention to.

“There will never be another for me, Ivy Greene. Will you marry me?”

She gnaws on her bottom lip and my stomach crashes to the ground. Then her mouth widens and she tosses her head back.

“Fuck yes!” She screams to the sky.

IT’S A LITTLE CHILLY OUT TONIGHT and the wind bites at the tip of my nose. I pull my jacket around me and turn onto the fucker’s street. After everything I worked for, putting my actual blood, sweat, and tears into this place, and still somehow my daughter fell through Whitsborough’s cracks. I’d find it almost laughable if it wasn’t my fucking daughter.

My first born, the one that tested me at every turn, and laughed at the most sadistic things. How did she fall through the cracks?

I blame myself.

It was my responsibility to teach her about these things and that monsters do exist, living right under our noses. Even the most vile wear pretty faces and smell like heaven, waiting for their prey to be at their most vulnerable. Ivy has been through enough and it breaks my heart knowing it all happened under my nose.

I see his house and grin when I feel that familiar feeling swirl in my belly. I really want to kill them, bleed them dry, and watch the life slowly leave their eyes. But Vin seems to think that they should just get the fuck out of Whitsborough, and I can’t bring myself to stress him out even more. He’s telling me our daughter wanted it and she even has a taste for men in authority positions, it wasn’t necessarily rape.

In my eyes, his dick shouldn’t have been anywhere near hers but again… less stress for my family.

I walk up his driveway and see that both of their cars are here, perfect. I crack my neck and wince at the pain that skips down my spine, I’m getting older. Killing and fighting are going to have to slow down, and I may have to consider retirement. I will need a replacement first.

The doorbell rings and I swear it’s to the tune of It’s Raining Men. It should be singing something about school girls in kilts. My jaw clenches as the door swings open showing a slightly perturbed O’Connor. His face quickly transforms into one of horror and I can’t help the snort that falls from my mouth.

“Mrs. Greene,” he sputters, “are you here about Ivy? Whatever it is she said, I assure you it’s not what it seems, I just…”

“I was hoping we could chat regarding my daughter whom I can’t seem to control for the life of me.” I put on a super sugary tone.

“Oh,” his shoulders relax and he brushes back his hair, “sure, of course. Come in, I am a bit worried about her, too.”

He leads me into his house and straight to the family room where his partner Mr. Pratt is sitting. His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline and he gives O’Connor a look.

“Mrs. Greene is here to talk about Ivy and how troubling she’s becoming.” O’Connor says as I take a seat across from Pratt.

“Oh, the drugs.” Pratt nods, “some kids experiment but Ivy has taken it to extremes…”

“Shut the fuck up, both of you.” The room instantly falls silent, “did you actually fucking think I came here to talk to you about my daughter?” They don’t answer and I chuckle, “I guess I am, which one of you stuck your dick in her?”

I know which one did, I just love making fuckers squirm.

“Mrs. Greene,” O’Connor clears his throat, “I’m going to have to ask you to leave…”

I jump to my feet and grab his wrist, twisting it behind his back. He leans forward when I apply pressure and screams.

“Hey!” Pratt jumps to his feet.

I press the arm up a little more and O’Connor screams again, halting Pratt.

“I wouldn’t try anything,” I warn him, “or I will break his arm and then I’ll kill you both.”

I really want to kill them both.

“Here’s how it’s going to go down,” I speak slow and calm because even though they’re teachers, they must be dumb as fuck. “You’re going to walk your asses straight out that door, get in this cunt’s car, and drive the fuck out of Whitsborough.”

“What about our stuff?” Pratt asks. See? Fucking dumb.

“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before thinking it was a good idea to stick your dick in my daughter.” I snarl.

“I didn’t…” Pratt starts.

“I know.” I grin at him and break O’Connor’s arm.

The sound of the bone breaking is delicious but then coupled with his screams? Nearly orgasmic.

I kick him to the ground and Pratt takes a step toward me, his jaw ticking. He’s bigger than O’Connor and I really do want to see if he can use his size.

“You want some too?” I grin.

“Don’t.” O’Connor pants as he slowly stands on his feet. “We’ll leave.”

“We will?” Pratt stares at him dumbfounded.

“Yes, we’ll go to my mother's place in Manitoba, is that far enough?” He looks at me.

“Not really but I’ll allow it.” I shrug. “I wanted you in Hell.”

O’Connor grabs his keys in his one good hand and tosses them to Pratt.

“You need a hospital.” Pratt growls.

“Let’s get out of Whitsborough and then we’ll go to the nearest one.” O’Connor’s eyes keep flicking back to my face.

“Our clothes?” Pratt whines.

“Get new clothes, bitch.” I clap. “Hurry up, I don’t have all night and neither do you.”

“My car…” Pratt whines a bit more