Chapter 78: Watching
*Things come apart so easily when they have been held together with lies. – Dorothy Allison*
Hank had a cousin rent a room in the hotel across the street from the hospital. The same hotel that Jolene’s family had been staying at for nearly two weeks. He’d had to sneak in without being seen once he was released from jail.
That bitch was going to pay.
Her whole fucking family would pay.
And that new boyfriend of Helen’s and his whole fucking family.
Who the hell would want a fat pig like that?
The more he watched the hospital, the angrier he got. Thinking of the fact that his dad had to go bail his mom out of jail pissed him off.
*Private security*
How the hell were they affording that?
And now even Bob was being refused entrance to the hospital. The hospital administrator himself had kicked Bob out and warned him that if he came back on the property, it would be considered trespassing.
Hank drank down the last of his whiskey and dropped the empty bottles with the others in the overflowing trashcan. He had to go meet with his lawyer tomorrow. Room service could come and clean the room while he was out.
The door opened and he didn’t even turn to see who it was. It would only be his parents or Bob.
“I brought you a suit for tomorrow.” His mother said as she moved into the closet.
“Son,” Henry said sitting down in the chair surrounded by empty bottles of alcohol, “when was the last time you took a shower?”
Hank shrugged. “I’ll take one before my meeting tomorrow.”
“You’ll take one now.” His father ordered. “And one tomorrow.”
“Whatever.” Hank replied.
“And shave.”
“That fucking bitch ruined my life and you’re worried about me shaving?” He turned to face his father and found his mother cleaning up the room without having been ordered to. Hank was close to having Jolene trained this well. She would have been a wonderful slave for him. But she insisted on continuing to think for herself.
He wouldn’t make the mistake of letting that happen again.
No, once she was released, he would find her. He would make her come back and drop the charges. He would get his job back. And he would get that stupid bitch pregnant.
And if she wouldn’t come back willingly, then the fucking bitch would just have to die.
Rachelle was well trained. Sure, she didn’t have the social standing that Jolene had with being Bob’s daughter. But Rachelle knew her place. Knew to be subservient and quiet.
And she wouldn’t want to go to school.
He knew that was a bad idea. But his father had told him that the teaching degree would come in handy for when they had children. Especially if they had girls. Then they could be homeschooled and not have to be exposed to the outside world.
His daughters would grow up knowing their place.
If that meant that they had an occasional bruise, so be it.
And his sons would know that as men, they were the dominant sex. They were in charge. They were the ones that ruled the world.
“I need Rachelle to come see me.” Hank said, turning back to the window to watch the hospital.
Fourth floor, seventh window. The curtains were open. Once it got dark, he’d be able to see her. In that damned hospital bed because she couldn’t learn her place.
He looked down and saw Helen’s little Kia pull into the parking lot. Right on time. Once Jolene was out of the hospital and back in her rightful place, by his side, he would start getting rid of them again. Especially now that he knew her brother was a fucking queer.
That better not be hereditary. He didn’t know what he would do if one of his kids came out like that. He wondered if there were still churches that did rehabilitation therapy for *that* kind of problem. It would be best to know his options before they are needed.
“I’ll have Rachelle bring you dinner.” Henry said pulling out his phone. “What do you want her to bring?”
“Tell her to make me a meatloaf with the sides that I like.” Hank replied as the door opened. From the sounds he was hearing, he assumed his mother was taking out the trash. “With those buttermilk biscuits that she makes. And fresh honey butter.”
“That sounds good.” Henry said, sending the text.
“Have her bring enough for you.” He suggested to his father.
“There’s no reason why your mother can’t make it for me.” Henry replied as Allison came back into the room. She sat on the floor next to her husband.
Hank looked at his mother. “I almost had her trained as well as mom.”
“You can pick up where you were once this blows over.” Henry replied easily. “Keep your temper in check from now on.”
After reminding his son to take a shower, he ordered his wife to gather their things so they could leave. Hank remained at the window watching. Fifteen minutes before the shift change, the two new guards arrived. He knew that in thirty minutes, the two that were on duty would leave. They always arrived fifteen minutes early, stayed fifteen minutes late and never left Jolene alone.
He watched as Helen left; this time JD walked out with her. At least it wasn’t that damned tattooed asshole that had been around her a lot. The sun went down and finally he could see inside the hospital room.
Rachelle arrived and he ate his meal in the chair watching the nurses as they took care of his wife. Because she did not know her place. When she was released, he would make sure she knew it. By his side.
Or in the ground.
He tossed the plate aside and motioned for Rachelle to get up from her spot on the floor. He undid his pants that he had been wearing for the past three days. That was probably the last time that he had taken a shower too.
“Suck me off.”
Rachelle looked at his half hard dick that hadn’t been washed in days. Roughly he grabbed her hair.
“Is there a problem?” she swallowed hard and shook her head. “Good.” He forced her mouth to his dick.
He heard a motorcycle, and he knew who it was. It was the other tattooed bastard. The one that would come by in the middle of the night and just sit with *his* wife. Hank hated that man. Hank tightened his grip on Rachelle’s hair and forced her further down around his cock. She sputtered and gagged but never fought him. She knew better.
He pictured his wife doing this to him and then he shot his load down her throat. He yanked her off him and let her go.
“Get out. And don’t be seen. I’ll let you know when you need to come back.”
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