Part-Time Gods

ng my own car on this little escapade. Otto was just about a block ahead of me and I watched from

ulder and casually made my way towards the same park entrance. The shadows clung to me as I made

my face, I stalked behind him as he weaved his way down the park path, clearl

g out a small brown paper bag. I took out my camera and snapped a photo as he pulled a phone out of the bag and made a call. I was too far to hea

me. I tucked myself tightly against the tree and waited for him to pass, th

down easily enough and I glanced around before dragging him into t

it clear that I could do this. This time, I would make him proud. He'd tell

I'd gotten him nice and tied up. Once I arrived at the hospital, I did a quick scan of the area to make sure there were no tee

t it'd been abandoned some time ago. Ivy overtook the exterior walls and most of the windows laid on the gro

k, I pressed my ear to it to see if I could hear any motion from the inside. Sure th

d him in the wheelchair, I got us quickly inside. I had all my stuff in my duffle bag still and once in

ound. Sh*t, did I kill him? I pulled a water bottle from my b

have registered. "Wha-" He looked around and tried to lean forward,

better like what I hear." I had watched my father interrogate m

quirm out of them. He looked like a fat little grub. "Wha

lled my brass knuckles from my pocket and wiggled my fingers into them. The blow

any–" I punched him again. No one calls

to ask all the questions and you're going to answer them. If I don't like what comes out of your mouth,

gulp as I flicked my gaze dow

eft his eyes and I could see him licking at

shall we?" I smiled at him. "Wh

aid through clenched teeth

ad snapped back and when it fell forward again, blood drib

afraid. One more time. What we

pulled back my fist and

Now, who wer

fri

being my punching bag." I cocked bac

ur father's love that you'd risk kidnapping me and beating me to a pulp just to get, what, a f*cking pat on the back?" I took a step back and he kept going. "That's it isn't

began choking on his own blood and I shook with rage as his blood dripped down the knife and into my hoodie sleeve

ne would hear it. I screamed so loud I didn't even notice the tears streaming down my face until the bl

ve and wiped my blade off on Otto's pant leg. An