Devious Revenge

    Devious

    Revenge

                             BY ERIN TREJO

                           COPYRIGHT 2016

                           All Rights Reserved 

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        This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, incidents and places are products of the author’s imagination, and are not to be construed as real except where noted and authorized. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or actual events are entirely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, names featured are assumed to be the property of their respective owners, and are used only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used.  

                                DEDICATION

To all my amazing readers who have stuck by me. You guys know you mean the world to me.

A special thanks to my sexy cover model!

Jennifer Michelle. Girl, you are amazing! I’m so glad we got to work together on this and other covers.

You have been a great help to me and you know it!  I am so excited that we get to work together and talk almost daily!

Cover Model: Jennifer Michelle

Cover Design: Erin Trejo

Edited By: Diane Norwood  

                                Chapter 1

“You don’t have to keep doing
this
. You are
better
than they are.” Doing sit ups and listening to my mother bitch about what I do, is really starting to grate on my nerves.

“I am doing what I need to do. Did you see anyone else jumping in line to
hire me
, momma?” Rolling onto my stomach, I do my daily push-ups. Working out has become my new focus.

“We could always move. We could start over.” Ten, eleven, twelve. Finally, tired of hearing her, I push myself up to stand.

Wiping my arm across my forehead, I look over at the only woman that has ever cared about me, or at least she did once.

“We can’t move, mom. We have
no money,
and Janey has school. There is no way we can move
anywhere
.” Mom tries to pull her old worn body up off my bed before I reach over and help her.

My mom. Stephanie Blackburn. She was a beauty once. Life took its toll on her, as it has the rest of us.

Our dad left us when I was seven. I remember the look on mom’s face as he walked out the door. A part of me hurt to not have a father in my life, but the other part was glad he was leaving.

Janey was just one when he left us. He was an
evil
man
. He was a drinker, and abusive. My mom walked around with more bruises than any boxer ever has. She never learned to fight back.

Her tears turned to whiskey, and whiskey turned to heroin. Everything that happened after that has made me who I am today.

Meeting Lisa, was supposed to be the best thing that happened to me. I guess for a little while it was.

She was my best friend from the time I was nine until she set me up for her brothers.

Brian and Alan French were the town bad boys. They were the boys that you
feared
or drooled over. I never did either one of those. Nothing about them appealed to me.

They didn’t scare me, and I didn’t drool over them. I knew who they were, and what they did. None of it bothered me until that warm summer night.

Lisa came over just like she always did but she seemed off. She was distant, and uneasy. I didn’t think much about it at the time though.

We left to go down to the pool like we usually did, stopping at her house on our way to change.

I never expected what happened next, to happen behind that door. Fourteen years old, this was a life changer.

Brian and Alan waited on the other side, high, drunk, and ready to take what they wanted.

The downfall to all of this was
me
. I was what they wanted. The only problem was; I didn’t want them.

It didn’t matter to them though. They took what they wanted, anyway they could.

“I’m sorry, Hannah. I didn’t protect you the way I should have.” Momma always blames herself for what happened to me. What she doesn’t realize, is that everything I’ve been through since
them,
has all been a part of my plan.

I never told my mom the extent of what happened, and I don’t think I ever will.

“Not today, momma. I need to go.” Heading toward the bathroom, I know I need to shower and get going to the bar.

If I’m late, those two assholes will for sure have my ass.

                                    Chapter 2

Stepping into the shower, I’m surprised at how well my scars have healed.

After being nearly beaten to death and raped, you rethink everything about yourself.

My looks in general were at the top of that list. I thought I wasn’t pretty enough to find a boyfriend, but I later learned that the brothers told everyone I was a
whore
.

That’s what I was labeled, too. Hannah, the town whore. I didn’t care though, no one in this town matters to me anyway.

Running my hands over my stomach, I wince at the slight pain the newer one’s cause.

After all that happened, cutting became my sanctuary. It became the one thing that soothed me. It made me feel and not be so numb.

As I wash my hair, I think of all the things I want to do to those assholes. The payback that they will
endure
is going to be so much more than what I had to.

I’ve taken the liberty of researching all the possibilities. I know that I have to take my time, and plan this out.

I’ve been meticulous as to making nice, well, as nice as I can with these assholes.

I’ve decided to take out the easiest first. Lisa, is number one on my list. She’s the easier target considering she has been into me for a while.

Apparently, after what she saw and helped her brothers do to me, she went into a full blown girl lover.

It sort of works to my advantage. Get in with
her
, I get in with them.

Alan, will be second. Always a little cocky and full of himself, but never good enough to turn down free pussy. Some people may wonder, how the hell I could sleep with him after what they did to me. That answer is easy.

I don’t have any
feelings
left inside of me, besides, if all works according to plan, I won’t have to.

Last, but surely not least, will be Brian. He’s the oldest of that clan of losers. Brian has always been the instigator of the three of them. He likes drama and he likes to be the center of it.

I have a plan for every one of their demises. Each one will play out differently, but the ultimate
goal
is for them all to be
dead
within the next eight months.

Climbing out of the shower, I dry off before dressing quickly.

With a smile plastered on my face, I am ready to start my night. I have plans after work to begin the process of eliminating
Lisa
.

Every day that I’m in with them, is another day I lose myself.

Most days, I don’t even know who I am. I don’t know where I belong, or how I feel. I just know that when this plan falls into place, I’ll be free of the demons that caused it all.

                                     Chapter 3

Watching Lisa make her way around the bar, I take in her new little girlfriend. She isn’t a match for me and I know it.

Lisa’s eyes find mine as my heart picks up. She licks her lips as they curl into a smile. The deviousness of what runs through her head sets my nerves on edge.

A hard slap on my ass causes me to yelp before turning to see that smile on Alan’s face. Alan, is actually pretty cute. His short dark hair falls over those deep brown eyes. Yeah, it will be a shame to lose something as cute as him.

“You know I like it when you do that. It isn’t actually
punishment
.” Winking at Alan, he smiles devilishly.

“Too bad that wasn’t the case years ago. Then again, it wouldn’t have been as fun if you were cooperative.” Grabbing a beer, I watch as he brings it to his lips. As much as I’d like to slam that bottle down his throat, I have bigger, better, plans for him.

“People change, Alan. You
might
like
what I have to offer.” Shaking my ass slightly, I feel hands slide around my waist. As bile rises in my throat, I glance over my shoulder to see Lisa.

“I think I
might like
what you have to offer. Who needs a
man
?” Her hands travel down before gripping my mound roughly. Her breath is rough as it tickles its way down my neck.

“Am I making you
wet right now
?” Her tongue trails over my neck before Alan pulls me out of her grasp.

“Back the fuck off, Lisa. Go over there with that
thing
you brought.” Lisa smirks before walking away.

“You shake that ass awful well. I may have to take you up on that little offer.” Alan slams his lips against mine while his hands snake around my waist. Pulling me against him, I let him do as he pleases.

Some may think I’m crazy for what I’m doing, but I know that this is the only way to make sure they never touch anyone else again.

As fast as Alan was there, he was gone, once Brian showed up. I know he’s the leader of the pack and what he says goes.

Wiping the counters down, it’s almost closing time. Usually I’m not this excited, but I have a meeting set up with a dealer just outside of town.

Heroin can do things to a person that they never saw coming. My mom knows this first hand but then again, so do I.