Free Serial by Lily White, Jaden Wilkes Page A

her to clean herself up and ponder her new existence. I hated using the base excuse of cocaine being the reason I was at her house, but the truth would have sent her into a panic and who knows how I would have reacted?
    I turned around and leaned against the door, felt the cool wood on my forehead and listened to the soft shuffle of her moving around inside.
    My cock was throbbing with need and my hands were clenching and unclenching as if by their own will.
    First aid supplies. She needed first aid stuff. I was thinking bandages, creams, painkillers, and whatever else I imagined a person would need after a trauma like that.
    She was so composed about it though, I admired that. Her strength went perfectly with her beauty.
    First aid supplies. I forced myself to focus on getting her healed before I did anything with her. To her.
    I changed out of the clothes I was wearing and put on jeans and a simple black tee shirt. I took the pick up truck and brought my kill kit. I knew I was just headed out for supplies, but that red heat had taken up residence in the back of my head and seemed to be controlling my actions.
    I drove to a twenty-four hour pharmacy and picked out the few items I thought she’d need.
    The clerk raised her eyebrows at me when she saw the medical supplies.
    “It’s a work thing,” I said, “guys have been stealing from the first aid box, can you believe that? I’ll need a receipt.”
    “Shitty,” she replied and looked too bored to question my authenticity. I paid cash, she handed me a couple plastic bags with my stuff and I headed to the truck with every intention of going home.
    Although…I did have my kill kit with me. It would’ve been prudent to swing by the storage place and leave it there. The farther away I keep it, the safer Pet will be.
    The problem was that the storage place was in a bad part of town; a lot of whores walked that area looking for an easy fix and fast cash. And I had this redness trying to run the show…so I should’ve probably just gone home, taken Pet her bandages and pain killers and maybe curled up behind her and held her as she slept.
    But I didn’t.
    I cruised slowly through the darkened neighborhood. It never made much sense, to put so few streetlights in the worst parts of towns. It was conducive to criminal activity; it was almost a fucking dare to do bad things.
    I inspected them all, like a buffet of human flesh, and settled on one that looked nothing like Pet. I was deliberate in this choice at least; the hot red rage hadn’t completely taken over.
    She was young, but short and dark with a thick midsection and small breasts. Her hair was spiked in a punk cut, short and sassy she probably thought, but it was more like mannish and trashy.
    But under all that makeup and curled sneer was a beautiful girl. A fragile creature with the weight of the world pressing down on her. She craved relief, she needed it and I could offer it to her.
    “Hey,” I said when I rolled down my window. She crossed the street towards the truck, a dim hunger in her eyes. She was an addict, but she was fresh to this lifestyle. The drug hadn’t chewed her up and spat her out just yet.
    “Hey you,” she said and nods her chin at me. A defiant gesture, but full of nothing. It was obvious I had the upper hand in this.
    “Whattya doin?”
    “Just hangin out, you?”
    “Not much, lookin for fun.”
    “I’ve got fun, can I get a lift?”
    “Hop in, sweetheart,” I said and she ran around to the passenger side. I glanced back and forth, but the street was almost deserted. A couple seasoned pros were gossiping on one corner and a lone woman walked aimlessly across the street. I couldn’t tell if she was a junkie or a whore, probably a bit of both.
    “You got a place?” she asked and wrapped her arms around herself, warming up in the heat of the truck cab.
    “I know a place, but first I have to drop something off at my storage locker, if that’s ok with you.”
    “Sure, whatever