The Bitter End Read Free

top floor. It was a g raduation gift he handed to me three years ago. I still don’t know if he just wanted me to leave the house or if he really was trying to be nice. I mean he has given me so many things over the years that presents don’t hold much weight anymore. Cars, homes, anything the average person would be thrilled to receive, but he had ruined me long before this when he bought me an amusement park for my 5 th birthday of which I still own. That was when I first started to understand what and who I was. Elite, above the fray, whatever you want to fucking call it, but the one thing he never gave me was time, nor his love. Two things my mother also longed for and he allowed her to fade right into nothingness. If I had any hatred for him before it happened, then I certainly hated him now and even at her funeral he left early for “business”. I would call that fucking rude. I saw the bitch who lives in the house with him now, Miko, in the limo as he hurried away from the graveyard before Mom was tucked away in the huge family Mausoleum of which we will all be thrown in someday…unless we become immortal, but fucking fat chance of that happening.
    I placed my arms out wide and tilted my head back as the wind blew up and caught me off guard for a moment. I stumbled and looked below me as the lights flickered on and off, red to white…red to white, and my mind flashed to the ambulance that had come to collect my Mom. I had been sobbing when they carried her out and screamed as I reached towards her. I always felt so close to her, not some weird Mother/Daughter bonding bullshit but as friends. I was the only child my parents had and even though I knew as did my Father that she had killed three children with abortions after me, I still loved her. That bit of trivia popped up when she was drinking and she would grind that one into him like a lit cigarette on bare skin. She refused to give him anything more she said often and especially a male to carry on his evil ways. Like she knew no evil herself, but that is a story for another time. So she had robbed me of any siblings but with that came her undying attention she paid to me which I needed more than I ever knew before she died. I blame him, I always will, and it is only now that I wish I had a brother that I could call my own. Claim him like Mom claimed me. I get it now. The love thing, I just wish my father did…or maybe I should grow the fuck up and not worry about it.
    I looked at my wrists and stared at the deep wounds on both of them. I tried to go, just like she had in the bathtub. But fucking Miko wouldn’t let me. That cunt came home and the next thing I knew…therapy and drugs. I smiled as I popped two more of what I call my happy pills and smiled, letting the breeze blow my hair up and around my head. Then I stumbled back as a brighter than bright light lit me up and everything on the extended deck of my apartment, which is actually a pool, waterfall…well, all done up too big just like Dad likes it. I covered my eyes a bit to shield myself from the ridiculous wind it whipped up and saw that it was a helicopter and I narrowed my eyes to see Ryan repelling down from it. I shook my head and yelled at him but he untied his rope and then did some bullshit hand signaling to the pilot and off the helicopter went as he rubbed his hair back and then grinned at me. I stood there in complete disgust with my hands on my hips.
    “Um…rape?” I yelled at him and he laughed at me. He then reached behind him and pulled his backpack. He set it down and unzipped it as I wondered if running and calling the police was my next move. He then pulled out a bottle of wine, two glasses and big tablecloth looking thing and stood as he pulled up three red roses.
    “You wish.”
    “What the fuck are you doing here…I mean, how the fuck do you even know where I live and shit?”
    He stood up and smiled at me holding the roses out in front of him. I rolled my