Sebastian
3 AM in the dingy hotel room. It was a smoking room so the dim scent of cigarette smoke filled the space. A flicker of light came from his lighter as he lit a cigarette and he inhaled deeply. A pause and he exhaled the smoke from his lips. The man leaned back in his chair appearing as if he were in a daze. The hooker he had hired that night to help relieve his…tension had passed out on the bed. No doubt from too much booze she had consumed. Another inhale and another exhale. Sebastian did not care that he was destroying his health nor did he care that he was endangering hers. He grimaced a bit, feeling extremely disgusted with himself after fucking the skinny whore into the bed earlier that night. A loud snore came from the bed as the blonde rolled over, her heavily made up face smeared. He sat there observing her. She was just like every other whore he encountered. Fake, empty, low morals and low self-esteem. After he finished his cigarette he snuffed it out in his homemade ashtray and rose to his feet heading towards the bathroom, stripping as he went. He needed to wash the ‘filth’ from his body…as least as well as he could. Naked he turned the shower on shivering at the cold water as it spouted from the showerhead. His fingers hovered within the line of fire waiting for the water to become warm. A few moments later and he stepped in drawing the curtain closed. He just stood there feeling hollow. It had been two years since his daughter was kidnapped and murdered and since his nasty divorce from his wife. It had left him with hardly anything to hold onto. His ex-wife had gotten most if not all of his assets in the settlement. It was because of her vicious lies and her demented state of mind that she won. How demented was she while they had been married and how had he not seen her psychological issues? Why hadn’t he gotten any help for her sooner? These thoughts and more wandered in his mind as he stood under the stream of hot water. It took him a moment to register why he had gone in the bathroom. He picked up the bar of soap and glided it over his tanned flesh scrubbing away the layer of ‘filth’ upon him. He lathered up his chest hair as well as the line of hair trailing form his chest to his belly and beyond. The soap and water didn’t help any but it made him feel better to scrub himself clean. There was hardly a bar left when he finished lathering the soap upon his body. Tilting his head back he allowed the water to wash onto his face and closed his eyes. The water clung to his hair and face, even soaked into his beard as it gently guided the soap suds on his body to the base of the tub. He heaved a heavy sigh to calm him. The water on his face helped as well. It soothed him greatly. Reminded him of where he came from somehow. Even reminded him that he was its master. He was far too weary to make the water dance upon his fingertips or create creatures form it. Like when he would for his little girl.
Andrea…
The thought of her brought tears to his eyes. The poor child was only nine years old when she was kidnapped and murdered. The sight of her mangled body was burned into his memory. Lowering his head he placed a hand over his eyes while one braced him against the white tile of the shower and wept. He wept for his little Andrea wishing so badly that she was never taken and that she was still here with him. At least he would have something to live for. He remembered the way she smiled. So joyful and so bright, full of love and life. How her hazel green eyes glimmered in the light. They were much like his own. She was born with her daddy’s eyes. She was a beautiful child, fair skinned with blond hair and freckles that danced across her nose. He began to weep even harder upon the memories haunting him. She was a gift from God and she had been taken away from him. It was then that Sebastian had lost all faith in God. How could God allow this to happen to the most innocent and sweetest little girl on the planet? If this was true then to him there was no kind almighty being in the universe. Only cruel vindictive omnipresent sons of bitches. He fell to his knees his body wracked with sobs as Andrea’s beautiful face haunted him.
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