Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly.
by DiscipleN
Chapter 9
Terry used his key to unlock our apartment, two days later. It was Saturday. He carried what looked like a doggie poop bag and five twenty dollar bills. I waited naked on our new couch. He passed me and knocked on Stace’s door. “I got what he promised, and what I promised.”
The door opened and my teen child, red faced from frequent crying fits, peered out blankly. He gave her the money and the bag. “That’s all yours. The house rule doesn’t apply.”
In the bag was a severed little toe, fresh. My terrified daughter dropped it and the money. She hugged Terry.
Donald screamed from the master bedroom. We had bound him to the bed. “He’s got the addiction bad. Even a small dose might kill him.” Terry had explained. “Gotta let it burn down for a few days.”
“I’ll take care of you, baby.” Terry patted Stace’s behind.
“I hate you.”
“You got reason, but it don’t matter. If you want more money, you’ll work when I tell you.”