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Chapter Twenty-six

Sunday September 6, 2009

2:05pm

The room was a ten- by eleven-foot box of darkness. A blackout curtain covered a three-foot window which ran alongside a queen-size bed. A lingerie dresser stood near the foot of the bed beside twin sliding doors sat closed on a walk-in closet, and a teardrop lamp squatted on a slender nightstand. The room wore a dark-blueish tint, but the darkness was neither so severe nor kind as to mute the details of the scene which Bella had just intruded upon.

Two shepherds upon the bed, which itself ran perpendicular to Bella's point of view. The black-and-tan one knelt upon the mattress, his body extended over the second shepherd, a slender, horizontal shadow, to which he reached with both arms.

Bella looked at her brother and mother, affixed cock to cunt.

"What the fuck?"

Shock held Bella at the bedroom doorway.

Patricia let out a sigh, slowly slipped away from Tyson to sit at the bed's edge and reached for a carton of cigarettes on the nightstand. "What are you doing back here?"

"W-what am I doing?" stammered Bella, noting with horror the scents of arousal thick in the air. "What the fuck are you doing!"

Her mother calmly sparked her lighter and leaned a cigarette into the flame. The flame illuminated a small circle of black fur. "I think you can tell."

For a moment, Bella teetered on collapse and braced herself 'gainst the door frame. "Guys," she whimpered, pleaded, "What the fuck!" She looked up slowly and saw silver-glowing spit clung 'round her mother's dark lips. "What the fuck!"

Fingers jammed into her brow, neither shepherd stopping her, Bella gave a sickly laugh and carried on.

"I knew something was going on. I knew it. God, I fucking knew it." She shook her head into her paws. "Oh my fucking god, this is so fucked up, guys. This is so fucked up."

"We get it," said her mother.

"You get it? You get it? Don't you get how fucked up this is?"

Nothing. Further silence for the shepherd threesome.

"You don't even fucking care! You never cared. You never cared about me or any of us! Why the fuck did you bother sticking around, you fucking whore? Why did you wait to fuck Dad over? You should have just fucking left us years ago! We didn't fucking need you! We never would have fucking cared!"

Patricia listened halfheartedly.

Bella grabbed at her hair, snarled, "Say something! Say something, you fucking whore!"

"Like what?" her mother sneered.

Incensed, Bella stomped a sneaker heel on the carpeted floor.

"Anything, I don't fucking care!"

From the other side of the carpet sounded three heavy knocks.

"Are you through lecturing us?" asked Patricia. "You're disturbing the neighbors."

"Good! Let them be disturbed! Let them! What are they gonna do? Call the fucking cops?"

Bella stomped the carpet three times back, and laughter broke her voice.

"Call them!" she shouted. "Do it! Let 'em kick down the fucking door!"

She swung a glaring smile at her mother.

"What are you gonna do then, you fucking whore? What are you gonna do when they find out that pathetic piece of shit--" Bella jabbed a finger at the silent shepherd still knelt at the bed. "--is your son, huh? Are you gonna care then? Are you gonna fucking care when they find out and lock your ass away?"

Slowly, Patricia pulled herself up from the mattress, stretched both her arms above her head and took a long, lazy suck on her cigarette. Her face was patient, bored, but then the cigarette fell from the front of her mouth, tumbled lazily through the darkness.

The cigarette struck the carpet as the black canines piled into the narrow hallway with fangs glossing and throats thundering. The pads of Patricia's paws hit the wall to either side of Bella, and their muzzles pressed--nose to pierced nose. When Patricia spoke, her words drifted through the small, rumbling gap between their mouths, upon the remnants of the cigarette she had left to smolder out on the bedroom floor.

"You're not going to tell anybody about this."

Bella inhaled the smoke from her mother's mouth, stood snarling and cornered within her mother's stronger arms, her own arms shaking at her sides as she wondered when she and her mother had last stood so close. She could make out the individual strands of brown and near-black fiber in her mother's eyes.

Her mother smiled.

"Now go."

A curse for every step. Bella raced down the hallways of her mother's apartment, flung herself around each corner of the stairs, and after throwing the entryway doors out of her way, Bella realized that she still had her brother's set of keys in her pocket. She left the brown-leather lanyard in the shrubs outside of the apartment building, fell into her Jeep and let the sound of her departure ring out into the sunny afternoon.