My Addiction: Joshua Tree National Park

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Saturday, April 2, 2022

Blockbuster Update

One thing before I send you off to read … next week is my production of Beauty and the Beast. My life is essentially going to be spent at work. I’ll be home long enough to sleep, if I’m being honest. Anyway, there will be a brief hiatus on this story until April 14th – that’s when the next teaser will be up. Hopefully, things will even out once the musical is completed.

Seth Swan

Paul Lahote

Jacob Black

Agent Dean Morrison

Agent Winston Schmidt

Desert Regional Medical Center

Saturday, March 26, 2022

Blockbuster Teaser

Seth

I woke up with the feeling of cotton in my mouth. I smacked my lips, trying to shift on whatever I was laying on. My head was pounding, and I couldn’t move. Well, I could, but I felt like I was moving through mud.

I opened my eyes, trying to figure out where the hell I was and to get more comfortable, but my arms and legs were tied up. The bindings were so tight that my fingers and toes tingled. Everything in my vision was fuzzy.

The room was warm, overly so. It also smelled musty and gross. I wasn’t sure if it was the room or the bed I was laying on. I needed to pee. I refused to piss myself, so I called out.

“Hello?” I croaked, my voice cracking. I tried again, “Hello?”

The door slammed open, and I saw my sperm donor. His hair was greasy, and he wore the same clothes I saw on him at the park. There was blood splattered on the legs of jeans. I checked my body, seeing if he’d hurt me, but other than the woozy feeling from whatever he injected me with, I was perfectly fine.

Well, as fine as could be, being kidnapped by my sperm donor and his loser buddy.

“What the fuck do you want?” Jacob sneered at me.

“I need to pee,” I answered, glowering at him. “Or would you rather I hose you down, asshole. You could use a bath, dude.”

“Your mother allows you to talk that way?” Jacob retorted coldly. “For that … I should let you pee all over yourself.”

“But, we’d have to smell it, Jake,” said the other guy. He was as dirty as my sperm donor, with more blood on his jeans and some splattering onto his shirt. “No thanks. It already smells like ass in here. We don’t need to add piss into the mix.”

“Fuck you, Paul,” Jake snapped, shooting a scowl at his friend.

With a shake of his head, Paul walked over to me, untying my arms and legs. “No funny business. You try to run; you’ll be dead before sunrise. We’re in the middle of the desert.” He grabbed my arm, pulling me from the bed. I stumbled clumsily. I was shot with something, and it made me dizzy, uncoordinated. I couldn’t have run, even if I wanted to.

Paul practically tossed me out of the doorway. He told me to ‘answer the call of nature’ wherever. I huffed out a breath, stumbling away from the door. I peed and allowed myself a few moments to cry. I missed my mom. I missed Edward … my dad. Paul stomped toward me and wrapped his meaty paw around my arm. “You’re crying? Because of that whore?”

“My mom is not a whore,” I hissed. “She’s the best mom and person I’ve ever known.”

I went to say something else, but Paul backhanded me. I fell to the ground, catching my hands on the rough sand. I spit out some blood and my jaw ached. Paul grabbed my arm, dragging me back into the house. I was tossed back onto the bed, locked into place. Instead of ropes this time, I was tethered to the bed with handcuffs that bit into my wrists and ankles. “Tying up an innocent kid. You guys really are assholes,” I shrugged, trying not to show how much I was freaked out.

“It’s for your own safety,” Jacob said mockingly. “Heaven forbid that you get bit by a rattlesnake.”

“I’d rather be bit by a rattlesnake than be with you,” I argued. “You’re nothing but poison.”

Seth

Joshua Tree National Park, cabin

Paul Lahote

Jacob Black

Sunday, March 20, 2022

Blockbuster Update

Blockbuster Ch. 31 on FFn

Blockbuster Ch. 31 on AO3

Blockbuster Ch. 31 on Stars

Blockbuster Ch. 31 on Wattpad

Jacob

“This was supposed to work, Paul,” I sneered, throwing another beer bottle into the fire. “CPS was supposed to deem her an unfit parent. I found the perfect woman to bring down that bitch.”

“The social worker was summarily fired, Jake,” Paul said. “She’d ‘crossed’ a line. Further investigations into her record found her prejudices for unmarried mothers to be quite apparent. We should have found another social worker with less baggage.”

“It’s so hard to do that when I can’t really leave the reservation,” I grumped, sitting down.

I was suspect number one in the death that midwife who tried to help Isabella run away with my son. I mean, I did kill that bitch after I’d reminded her place within the tribe. She was shamed and thrown away like the trash she was.

Like all women …

My father taught me the truth. Women are our property. They had no rights. They were holes to fuck. Incubators for our sons. Keepers of our home, but not given any freedoms or privileges.

That’s it.

Bella had a job because she had to pay us back for the money she cost us when she showed up pregnant and then when she had that medical thing where she was in the hospital for a week after she had my son. She almost bled out in an aisle in the Thriftway, costing us even more money.

I hated her.

I hated that I threw her out with my son.

But, I was thinking with my dick. I was more eager to fuck my new girl and Bella was cramping my style. So, I tossed that extra baggage out on her ass, but I didn’t know the truth.

My father hadn’t told me everything until that whore was gone and after I’d signed away my parental rights.

Now, without Seth, I was not eligible to become tribal chief. I needed to have an heir, or whatever. So, I was trying to get Seth back into my custody.

Yes, I signed away my parental rights. But, he was my son. MINE!

“I’d rather you stay here and not be thrown into prison, federal prison,” Paul argued. “Sue was found on federal property, on the land of the reservation by the local cops. The FBI will put you in cuffs the moment you step off the land.”

“We need to get down to California, Paul,” I huffed. “If you’d only stopped the movie … What the fuck? You couldn’t keep your mouth shut until the funding was pulled?”

“We were so fucking close at the start of this, with the emails to Cullen’s sister and my connections to Summit films, but the director is in love with your cunt,” Paul sneered. “I really wished you’d shared her.”

“She was mine,” I whispered. “She had no right to say no. No woman does.” I looked at Paul. “We need to figure out a way to get me out of the reservation and across state lines.”

“I’m working on it,” Paul assured me. “Go, work off some of your energy. I did earlier and it helped.”

“Not tonight,” I muttered, standing up on unsteady legs. “I’m going to sleep.”