Unrequited Love

The Cat

Luther always thought very highly of himself. He was charismatic and had a charm that no one could resist. He studied abroad and was well cultured. Everything in his life was given to him on a silver platter. There was only one stipulation. Continue the family business.

Luther was more than happy to continue his family's legacy. It excited him even. A family of hunters. He found a thrill in the chase, but even more in the slaughter. He never gave a second thought about any of his terrible deeds and remorse is something he thought of only in stories. There is no way anyone could feel something so silly as remorse. If you were remorseful why do the act in the first place? No, remorse was something made up to get away with one's actions. People as powerful as the Johnson's had no need to pretend. They enjoyed their misdeeds. Luther could never be so fragile. He was, after all, a Johnson. He walked with his head held high knowing that he was better than anyone else. No one would dare say otherwise. No one would cross him.

"Callie!" Luther shouted with a sternness in his voice.

"Yes?" Callie replied ready for anything.

"I hear you are spreading rumors," Luther said with a unnerving smile on his face.

Callie knew what she was in for. "I have no idea what you are on about Luther. Can I please get through one day without you tormenting me?"

"Oh Callie, I am hurt! Don't you like playing games with your big brother?" Horror rushed over Callie's face as she realized what was going on.

"I'm so sorry Luther. I only used the words loosely for lack of a better term. I did not know what else to say." Luther's eyes narrowed.

"Do you think me a fool? We take you in and you repay us by trying to insinuate some kind of relation. You are treading very thin water Callie. What would my parents think?" Luther is very clearly getting enjoyment out of this now.

The only thing worse than Luther was his parents. His Father was an unfair and violent man. Luther was his spitting image. If Callie ate all of her meal she was a fat pig. If she barely at then she would sleep outside and be given slop until she ate. Callie wouldn't dare talk back once she had seen him in his hunting gear. Mrs. Johnson was silent, but just as much fear was brought on by her. If she had even looked in Callie's direction she knew she was in for a beating. Mrs. Johnson had short red hair and the same piercing green eyes as Luther. Callie could swear she was the devil or evil incarnate.

"No, please don't say anything to them. I will fix my mistake immediately and it will not happen again," Callie said with tears in her eyes fearful of what's to come. The room is spinning now and she begins to hyperventilate.

"Enough with the melodramatics Callie. You are the most annoying toy Mom and Dad have ever gotten for me. It's not even fun to see you cry anymore." Luther walks out without any further thought and on to his next victim.