Blissful Devastation (Leighton Lock Chronicles #1) (2 page)

Fuck. This is the sixth time I’ve caught my Dad doing this.
“Dad, what the fuck you doing? Get away from her.” I order him, anger rolling
from within me. I had had enough of catching him like this, betraying my mother
and my siblings. Especially when my kid brother thought our father to be so perfect.

“Fuck off, Leighton. Don't try and tell me what to do kid.”
Kid? Is he for real? I am eighteen now and if he carries on I will lay the old,
fucking bastard out.

I walk over to him, grasping his shoulders and pulling him
off the woman he is currently on. “I said, get the fuck off of her, now.” He
squares up to me, tucking himself away.

“Leighton, Leighton, Leighton. Such a big grown up man now.
Trying to tell your old man what to do?” he looks to the woman trying to sort
herself out, a woman who can't be more than a year or two older than me. Just
goes to show how money can buy you anything you desire.

“No, Dad, I’m not trying to tell you, I am fucking telling
you. You are a ruthless, selfish cunt, and if I catch you one more time, I’ll
shoot you fucking dead.” I square him up this time, my height now towering over
his, my body bigger and stronger than his own. My father has created a machine,
a dangerous killing machine, that if he isn’t lucky, will kill him.

“Really, God boy, when you gonna learn, killing me isn’t as
easy as a pussy arse prick I find for you to do over. You are nothing without
me, kid, nothing, at fucking all. Now get your arse out of here and get the
fuck home before I fucking kill you.” He is being serious, deadly serious. My
dad is a bastard, a callous, violent, murderous creature who has crawled up
from the pits of hell.

“No, you do not get to tell me what to do anymore, dad. You
don't dictate my life or rule what happens to me. Sure, I’ll leave, but it’s to
go pack your shit and get you the fuck out of our home. My mother,
your
wife doesn’t deserve this.” I turn and walk away, trying to release some of the
tension inside my body as I do.

A malicious laugh penetrates the air, a maniacal cackle that
causes the hairs on my body to rise. “Have you learnt nothing about me,
Leighton? You fuck with me, then you’re fucked. I come home later, and there is
one bag or article of mine outside that door, you will see a side of me that
you do not like, you stupid fucking prick. Don't forget who taught you what you
know.” His threat pisses me off, causing me to growl and clench my fists.

I stalk to him, my feet pounding the floor as they rush to
him. “There is nothing you can do to me that you haven’t already done, dad. Try
your damn hardest. You are gone and I don't care what you think you can fucking
do.” I turn once again, walking away from this escalating situation.

“Don't push it, there is plenty you haven’t seen, things you
don't want to see. You want to test this, go ahead and see what happens,
Leighton, I can assure you, it won't be pretty.” Once again, I can't control
the anger and rage inside of me, i'm at him once again, this time my fist
pounding into his face. A sharp jab to his jaw knocks him back harshly.

“Carry on dad. See what happens. I assure you it won't be
pretty.” I repeat his own warning to him, threatening him with something I was
fucking good at. He wants a fight, I’ll give him a fucking fight, and this is
one I won't back down from or relent in doing. I have had enough of his
betrayal to my mother.

“Good hit, kid. But just remember, Leighton, watch your
back.” I grit my teeth hard, bringing my arm back and smashing my fist into his
jaw once more. This time he falls to the floor from the brutal force behind the
hit.

“You, Dad, if I can call you that, are a piece of worthless
shit, you always will be. The best thing you can do, is rid yourself from this
world, let all of us be at peace and be happy. You do not scare nor hurt me
anymore, Father. I can beat you, and I fucking will.” I warn him, kicking him
in his stomach, watching him crumble to the floor in a heap. “I don't want to
see you again.” I tell him, walking away without as much as a noise from him.

I walk through the building his office is housed. I get into
my car, checking my phone for messages. Two from Josie are present on the
screen. One asking where I am, the other telling me she needs to talk to me.

I call her, worried that something is wrong.

“Hey baby.” She says quite happily through the phone.

“You okay? Your messages worried me. Nothing’s wrong is it?”
I ask her desperately, needing something to ease the sudden tension within me.

“Everything is perfect, babe. Just come to mine when your
home and we’ll talk.” I smile at her endearing word.

“Of course, I’ll be ten minutes.” I advise her, turning my
key in the ignition. My car roars to life and makes me smile once more.

“Okay, see you soon. I love you, Leighton.” She is my life,
everything good and solid. A foundation that keeps me standing even when times
become hard and unbearable.

“I love you too, Angel. So much.” I hang up and chuck the
phone onto the other seat.

I drive home, fast, wanting to see her as soon as I can. I
pound her door, hearing her footsteps pitter-pattering in the hallway. The door
squeaks open and she appears in the little crack she has allowed.

“Hello, Leighton.” She smiles cheekily at me.

“Open the door, Baby. Now.” I command her as I wonder what
she is concealing from me.

“Hmm, let me think about that.” She toys with the door
edging, her fingers clasping onto it.

“Hmm, open the door, now, baby.” I ask her again, my voice
becoming serious. I hate her teasing me, it drives me fucking insane, and she
knows it. In fact she knows better than to tease me, it isn’t worth the sting
she’d feel in her fucking arse.

“Hmm, again, let me just check my calendar and see if i'm
free. I’ll be one moment.” She goes to close the door on me. I'm too quick with
my foot, wedging it in the door opening, stopping her from closing it.

“Got you now, Josie.” I warn her as I hear her running away
down her hallway. It makes me smile, hard. She always makes me feel better,
making my bad day perfect.

“Nowhere to hide, Angel. I’ll always find you, I’ll always
come for you.” I follow the scent of her floral perfume, the sweet smell
drawing me in like a moth to a flame. A flame I want to be burned by, time and
time again.

“Come and get me, Leighton.” She calls seductively from her
lounge. I know she’s there, there is nowhere to go after running that
direction.

“Oh, baby, I’ll cum alright.” I tell her, as I start
unbuttoning my shirt.

“I damn well hope so.” She replies, and as I near I can see
a flickering against the wall ahead of me.

I remove my shirt, throwing it somewhere in the hall, then
unbuckle my belt, leaving it hanging open whilst I unbutton and unzip my
trousers. “I hope you’re ready, Angel, because your arse is mine. Now and
forever.” I caution her as I enter the lounge.

“Forever and always, Leighton.” She announces as she sees
me.

“Holy fuck.” I gulp down the lump lodged in my throat,
restricting my breathing.

She is dressed, if you can call it that, in a sheer red baby
doll nighty, her shapely legs encased in delicate silk hold ups that are just
begging for me to use my teeth to remove. Her hair is wild, natural curls
tumbling everywhere, just the way I love it.

“Fuck, yes, that’s a good idea, Leighton.” She is lying on
the floor, a blanket smoothed out for us. Odd candles light the room in a soft
ambient glow, our shadows dancing on the walls.

“Josie, hold crap, Jesus, I can't breathe.” She always does
this to me, at least now I am able to look at her more than a second, without
jizzing myself. I have learnt to control it somewhat, but when I see her like
this, almost naked, so temptingly delicious it should be illegal, I can't help
but allow the full blown hard on from happening. 

“I need you breathing, Baby.” She tells me, lying on her
back, spreading her legs wide. It’s now that I notice, that the sneaky, naughty
girl, has ‘forgotten’ her panties.

“Josie, please, you are killing me.” I rub my throat to try
and loosen it a little. My trousers are still open, my cock poking through the
top, rubbing against my stomach.

“Come and get it, Baby.” She gestures with her finger at me,
signalling for me to come to her.

“Oh, you aren’t getting away with it that easily baby,
there’s still the small problem of your punishment. Now, please turn onto your
hands and knees, Angel.” I instruct her, pulling my belt from the loops slowly
and teasingly, preparing her for what is to come.

“Baby, before we do that, because I really do want to, you
need to know something. It may impact how we do this in the future, so it’s
kind of important.” So this is what we were going to talk about, the whole text
thing now coming to light.

“Okay, shoot.” I tell her, walking to her on the floor, and
sitting beside her. I pull her to me, cuddling her tightly as I stroke her
hair. My horniness has dissipated and my loving, nurturing side coming to show.
My normal, violent, animalistic self is always hidden from her, never on show.
When I’m with her I don't need or crave it so much.

“Well, the thing is, Leighton. Well it’s hard to say. Fuck.”
She stumbles and mutters her words in fright.

“Just tell me, Jose, whatever it is I’m sure we’ll cope with
it.” I reassure her.

“I’m pregnant, Leighton. I'm pregnant with your baby, our
baby.” Her hands automatically fall to her stomach, a rub in tiny circles.

“For real?” I ask her, in shock. I'm not sure if this is a
good or bad thing. I want nothing more than to start a family with her, to be a
dad to her children, but we are young, i'm only eighteen.

“Yes, Leighton. I'm sorry, I tried not to, it just happened.
It can happen, it can, I didn’t trick you, I swear, please don't hate me, baby,
please, we can do this, I know we can, please don't leave me, I love you.” She
rants out fast, all her words jumbling together.

“Hey, baby, shhh, it’s okay.” I stroke her head again,
brushing her hair from her face to find it wet. “Why are you crying, Josie?” I
ask her saddened by her reaction to telling me.

“I think you’ll hate me, Leighton.” She sniffles as tears
fall. I turn her head to face me, turning my body to hers.

“Josie, I could never hate you, ever. I will always love you
and protect you. I want this, I want you and I want this child. Our child. We
aren’t ready for this, but we will make it work and it will be amazing. I love
you.” I explain to her, leaning in and kissing her gently on her soft lips.

“Really, you’re not angry with me?” she asks me, still
nervous.

“Why would I be angry? This isn’t your fault, we both knew
the risks, and to be honest with you, I’m actually over the moon, now I think
about it, this is the best thing to ever happen to me, other than you that is.”
I kiss her again, then Eskimo kiss her nose. I place my forehead to hers,
relishing in her warm breath against my mouth.

“You are incredible, Leighton. I love you and I always
will.” She holds one of my hands in hers, pulling it to her slightly round
tummy. “This is ours, me and you, fused together, forever and always.” I trail
my fingers across the soft firm skin of her abdomen, loving the way shivers
rake her body from my caress.

“Josie, I want you always, I want you to mother my children
and to be my wife. I love you and I love our baby.” We lie down on the rug, all
thoughts of sex out of the window. Her head lies on my shoulder, her body
sideways into me. One of my arms holds her close to me, the other now playing
with her belly, wanting nothing more than to touch it all day.

“I love you too, Baby, I love you too.” She whispers to me,
her gentle breaths becoming softer and softer, and I know she’s drifting off to
sleep with thoughts of an incredible life we will live together. We are meant
to be, perfect for one another, like two souls destined to conjoin and fuse for
eternity.

“Sleep now, Angel. Sweet dreams.” I tell her, kissing her
head and then stroking my hands over her arm and belly.

Gentle, quiet snores soon filter through the room, her warm
body pressed to me and warming my heart and soul to over a hundred degrees.

She is everything I’ve ever needed and everything I will
ever need.

I am complete, and this is home.

I wake in the middle of the night, the hard floor of Josie’s
lounge bruising my back, but as her perfectly petite frame nuzzles close to my
body, her stomach, with the knowledge of my child growing within, pushing
against me, I couldn’t give a shit of the pain building. Nothing matters
anymore, nothing other than her. She is my everything, my world, every molecule
of air surrounding me, belongs to her, she holds my heart in her tiny little
hands, the thrashing beat keeping us both alive.

I pull her tighter to my body, my arms circling her
shoulders and stroking her lower back. Her head lay in my shoulder, her soft
breaths soothing my soul as she keeps herself living and breathing for me, for
our future.

I can't sleep, I have too many things rambling around my
brain. With all these positive, happy things suddenly happening, I can't forget
my father and what has happened today. The threats he laid upon me, now seem a
little too much to even consider. I can't even think of him being near my
mother. She deserves more than he could ever give her.

“Baby, baby. Wake up.” I shake Josie a little, trying to
stir her from her peaceful sleep.

“Leighton.” She says sleepily as she flutters her eyes open.
Gosh, she is just a goddess, in its purest form. Her long brown hair lay around
her like a halo, her body now naked and pale as snow.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to wake you, but I’ve got to go
home, my mum needs me.” I tell her calmly, when all I can think of is getting
to my home, next door, to remove every item of his from within the premises.
Sure, the house is his, but it is my home, my mother’s home, my brother and
sister’s home, and they don't deserve to have to deal with him. My mother has
been nothing but perfect, all I can hope is Josie is as superb at being one as
Cassandra Lock.

“Okay, come and see me tomorrow. I’ll miss you.” Josie
instructs me as I wiggle her off my shoulder gently and stand myself up to
re-dress. I slip my clothes on quickly, forgetting my boxers deliberately. I
collect my keys and phone from their spot on the floor.

I bend down to floor, grasping her head in my hands, her
hair winding itself around my fingers. “I love you, Angel. Please stay safe and
know I’ll be thinking of you all day long.” I wink to her, reminding her how
I’d be thinking of her, before taking her lips in a smouldering kiss. It burns
me, let alone the effect it had on her.

“Goodbye, Leighton. You stay safe too, please.” She knows
what I am involved in, her dad was one of our first clients.

“Don't worry, Baby, no one can touch this.” I gesture to my
body, already over six foot, two hundred pounds of muscle and trained to kill,
assassinate anyone and anything.

“Alright, cocky, just, please, come to me later.” She smiles
sleepily as she begins to drift again.

“Goodnight, princess. I love you.” I stroke her soft hair as
she begins to lightly snore again.

I leave her house, closing the door behind me tightly. I
lock it with my key, making sure there isn’t a chance anyone can get in. I’ve
made a few enemies over the last three years, and I wouldn’t put it past any of
them to try and get back at me.

I walk from her house, leaving my car in her drive, to my
own home. I dial the one person I know, if this all goes tits up, I’ll need.

“Leighton. You do realise it’s three in the morning don't
you?” I laugh at him, the stupid bastard actually trying to pull off he is
asleep.

“Right, because you were snoring weren’t you, big guy. I'm
sorry, but is that deep throat I can hear?” I laugh again at his moan. He is
shit at trying to conceal the pleasure he is currently receiving.

“Yeah, okay, fine. So I am awake. What do you need man, kinda
busy, well really busy right now.” He doesn’t even try to stop the groans this
time, his deep Italian voice commanding her to take him deeper.  I'm surprised
by my spontaneous erection from the phone porn. I can't even see what’s
happening, but knowing, Ant, the girl will be amazing.

“I might need you, so just stay on call please.” I have been
trying to get out of my father business for too long, wanting to run things my
own way. Antonio, my best friend for a good ten years, and I are planning our
own company. He is involved with this business too; his own father a man of my
fathers. It’s a whole fucked up kind of mess, a mess I don't want to be a part
of.

But, now, after finding out the best news of my life, I
don't even want to be a part of this anymore. I want my father gone, my family
happy and my wife and baby by my side. I will make it happen if it kills me.

“Okay, no problem, but why?” he asks curiously through the
speaker.

“D-A-D-D-Y.” I spell out not wanting to say the word. He
knows about my dad’s antics, having to be the one to calm me down every time.

“What has the arsehole done?” he bites out. I hear a girl
huff in the background and then the bed creak as he clearly stands up to get
privacy.

“Number six. Let’s just say I told him he is out of our
home, and not to come near us again. Then he threatened me that I would pay if
I did, but I couldn’t give a shit, I’m not letting Ma put up with this
anymore.”

“Sure thing, Man, I’m here if you need me. Let’s hope he’s
gone for good.” I laugh at him, like this is some unrealistic dream, but hoping
it might become a reality.

“Yeah. Let us hope. Anyways, I’m at mine now, ima clear his
shit out and leave it on the doorstep for him. Catch ya later.” I hang up the
phone and smile in relief to see no cars parked outside. My father is still
out, whether he is still at his office with the sixth whore, or somewhere else,
I don’t actually care now, but he is going either way.

I open the front door, trying to get inside without waking
anyone up. All of the lower lights are off, just a tiny glimmer echoing through
the hallways as it seeps down from upstairs. There is no way I will remove all
of my father’s things before the morning, or without waking everyone up, but I
can at least dump some shit out, as a warning to not return here.

I go to his study, clearing all his things from the drawers,
cupboards and even taking his expensive liquor out to the front door, and
dumping it on the driveway. It is somewhat satisfying, the feeling and elation
I get from disposing of his things. It is almost cleansing, ridding myself, and
the home I love, of his toxic poisonous self. I know the risks of doing this,
heck the fear of him actually doing something only excites me all the more. He
can try, really try his hardest to get to me, but he is just an old man now,
his tired and weakening body catching up to him. Without a weapon, there is
nothing my old man can do to me.

“Bye, dad.” I laugh manically as I close the front door
hard, double locking and applying the unbreakable chain. My dad is a paranoid
freak, you would be after killing so many people. Our home is covered in
security equipment and extra protections.

“Who’s there?” I hear the soft voice ask, her body
silhouetted by the landing light upstairs.

“Just me, Ma. Just got home from Josie’s.” I say happily as
I kick my shoes off and walk up to my room.

“Okay, Sweetheart. You get yourself to bed.” She tells me,
still the motherly streak present. Always the instructor and protector.

“Sure thing, sweet dreams mum.” I say as I kiss her cheek
and walk past her to my room. I feel sad as I look at her doting face. All the
years of marriage she has lived, all big fat ugly lies.

“You too, Leighton, You too.” She tells me, turning and
walking to her own room.

I flop onto my bed, the huge mattress moulding to me. I
already miss her, Josie’s warm body to my side. I wish I had stayed there,
surrounded in the love and comfort she brought me, but I have to do this, if it
is the last thing I do.

I look to my bedside clock, half three now showing, making
me yawn hard, my tiredness apparent.

I give in to my exhaustion, my body now physically and
emotionally tired. I have been through a lot the last twenty four hours, having
found my dad fucking some girl my own age, finding out my girlfriend and love
of my life, is pregnant, removing my father’s stuff and seeing my mum’s
unknowing face. She has no clue what her husband is doing, how he is behaving.

I fall asleep quickly, an array of different images flooding
my mind, first I am a happy father and husband playing with my child, next I
put a gun to someone’s head and pull the trigger.

*****

My body jolts awake, a huge crashing sounding through the
house. I jump from my bed, my hand already fiddling in my bedside cabinet to
find my gun. I open my door, the same time as my siblings and mother. “Get back
inside now.” I order the three of them, cocking my piece and taking the stairs
quietly.

“Leighton, No. We’ll call your father.” My mum tells me, and
I shake my head laughing silently at her.

“No, I am sorting this now. Now please, all of you, back in
your rooms and lock the door.” They ignore me, my little sister coming towards
me.

“GEORGIA, IN YOUR FUCKING ROOM NOW!” I spit at her, raising
my voice enough to scare her away.

I ignore the protests coming from my family, as I take the
carpeted stairs quickly and quietly.

CRASH! It sounds again through the house, the walls shaking
a little as the front door splinters a little in its frame, open slightly and
pulling at the chain.

I sneak to the door, pushing it completely closed again,
although it doesn’t fit properly into the frame anymore, the wood having
cracked and broken from the repetitive striking at it.

It bangs again as something hits it, trying to force it
open. “Leighton, open this fucking door now, so help me god, son.” Great, the
cunts home.

I ignore him, going into the kitchen and pouring myself a
stiff drink. At eighteen I was already, pretty much, an alcoholic, the job
driving me that way. It takes the alcohol to diminish all my bad and fucked up
thoughts away. All I can ever think of, anytime of the day, is killing people.
Seeing them die before me, watching as their bodies turn pale and ice cold,
their eyes fading and their pulse stopping. The thrill, the excitement and
adrenaline makes me crazy. Except when i'm with Josie, when i'm with her I
don't have to think about it, I don't need to. She makes everything ok, makes
all the bad thoughts disappear as if I never thought them in the first place.
Being with her, makes me realise I don't need this life, I don't need to ruin
other peoples’ lives, killing and hurting people.

“LEIGHTON!” I hear my dad shout, the door getting closer and
closer to opening.

I still ignore him, enjoying my drink as I sit at the bar.
My phone sounds, Josie’s number appearing.

Hey baby, everything ok? There’s a lot of banging
coming from your driveway. Love you and stay safe please xx

I text back instantly, smiling at her careful nature. She is
going to make the most wonderful mother there ever was.

Absolutely babe, everything is fine. Just my dad, I
kicked him out. I will stay safe, can't wait to see you later. Love you bubba.
Xxx

Oh, ok. Love you too x

 She replies simply. I laugh at the repeated banging and
crashing, as my father tries his hardest to smash through the door.

“Who the fuck is that?” I hear my mother behind me, tying
her dressing gown around her waist as she comes to me. My gun lay on the
counter top, a glass of amber liquid in my hand.

“Dad.” I say simply.

“Leighton, why the fuck is my husband locked outside
shouting and screaming like a maniac?” she asks me worried.

“Because, mother, he does not live here anymore. He just
can't simply stay away like I’ve asked him too.” I smile sarcastically at her.

“No, young man, you let him in here right now. This is not
only your home.” She commands me, her lips scrunched and her eyes dangerous. 
She makes me shrink into myself, my six foot frame shrivelling into an inch
tall, piece of shit.

“I don't want him here, mum. He’s nothing but a waist of
fucking air and space. You don't need him.” I am trying to not tell her what
he’s repeatedly done to her, not wanting to break her into pieces if I don't
need to.

“Excuse me, boy. You open that door, let your dad in and
fuck off to bed. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” She bites at me, causing me to shake
my head and nearly tell her everything.

“Whatever, you’re being fucking stupid.” I regretted saying
that the second it leaves my lips. I’d never spoke to my mum in such a bad
manor, but it is pissing me off how much she lets him get away with things.

“Don't dare talk to me like that, Leighton. I will not have
it from, regardless of your age, ill still throw you over my fucking knee and
spank your arse.” I want to laugh, really I do, but when I see the deadly look
she’s giving me I recoil and walk away.

“You can open the door yourself, I don't wanna see the
cunt.” I say as I pick my gun up and walk away.

“You’re pushing it kid, quit while you’re ahead.” My mum
warns me, her feet softly padding towards the crashing and banging front door.

I make it to my room in time to hear his horrid voice making
me heave in repulsion.

“Where is he, the slimy fucking cunt?” his nasty words fall
out as he slams and bangs around downstairs. I'm close to going back down
there, just to make sure my mum’s alright, before I hear the stairs thumping.

“James, please stop. He hasn’t done anything wrong.” My mum
begs my dad as his heavy feet head to my room.

“No? Okay. Well tell me why all my stuff from my study is on
the front drive.” He shouts at her. I get up from my bed, hating the way he is
talking to her. I open my door and see him in her face, saliva spitting from
his lips as he bellows at her.