Little_girl_lover-2005 E-Book

S.R. McKenzie

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

What will one man do to for revenge? For justice? Or to right the wrongs he sees in the world?

The scariest man in the world, is a man with nothing to lose.

Mr. Morris was a good father, a good husband, good neighbor… until his world is destroyed by a monster. He becomes someone he does not want to be, but someone he is compelled to be. Sometimes to destroy monsters, you need to become one.

Leseprobe

S.R. McKenzie

Little_girl_lover-2005

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Chapter 1

What will one man do to for revenge? For justice? Or to right the wrongs he sees in the world?

The scariest man in the world, is a man with nothing to lose.

Mr. Morris was a good father, a good husband, good neighbor… until his world is destroyed by a monster. He becomes someone he does not want to be, but someone he is compelled to be. Sometimes to destroy monsters, you need to become one.

This is story not for the faint of heart, or the easily offended. It’s a dark road I went down, and not one that most people recover from. It’s an incredibly personal story for me, based on my own, fictional, experience with loss, desperation, and revenge. We are all just two events away from becoming our worst version of ourselves.

This story contains a look into the world of drug addicted parents using their child’s innocence as a commodity, and men who can’t control their evil addictions.

I avoided any actual abuse, or give the perspective of a victim. I honestly could not let myself go there without letting it destroy me. I write in the head space of whomever is thinking, speaking or acting, and write with this method.

I also avoided giving the perspective of the abusers, since I did want to give them a voice. People will say that these people are sick, abused themselves, have an addiction, can’t control themselves… I am not one of those people. People choose actions, people can get help, people are who they want to be.

For everyone about to read this, this is reality, this is happening in the world today, and it hides in plain sight. It masks itself with a child shyness, with their aversion to conflict, in their poor social skills, in the awkward mannerisms of a parent, or in the over compensation of a “perfect family”. By pretending it isn’t happening, or by ignoring the warning signs is NOT FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH! You either become part of the solution, or you are part of the fucking problem.

For every parent reading this, I apologize in advance. It may be unsettling and possibly disturbing, but necessary. It’s an unflinching look at what a child predator looks like today, and what one man does to destroy them.

For behind every kind, professional, mild mannered father, is a sledgehammer swing manic, ready to kill for his children.

little_girl_lover-2005

It's late in the afternoon, the sun is almost set on this day. Just another day in the big city, VanCity called by some, I call it VanShitty, I must have been here too fucking long. I've got a few more years till I get my full retirement package, I just have to make it till then. Boredom is one of the worst problems to have. It eats away at your energy, your motivation for anything new...... anything different. Boredom, it'll kill a man slowly and painfully... fuck this city.

My old partner, Detective Gerald, retired a few years back, we had a big retirement party for him, he got his gold watch, and all that shit. We did coffee for a bit after he retired... tried to stay in touch, till he died.

He was a good man, but fat, lazy, and didn't give a shit at the end of his career. Well, what do you expect after 32 years of seeing the worst in people. That is what is like working sex-crimes, specifically child sex-crimes... disgusting shit that would make most sane people shutter at the details. I see and read more before lunch, then a person should in an entire lifetime, then I go eat lunch at the diner across the street... fuck this city.

People think that you can become desensitized to that shit... no... you can never see it through experienced eyes, because every horrific crime is the worst thing you have ever seen in your fucking life... that is my every day, fuck this fucking city!

Simpler times... when I was young on the force, I saw some shit, real fucked up shit... nothing like it is now. I remember when we got a tip that a man might be a creep, we knocked on that man's door... and we sent a message to that creep, with our night-sticks. Now there are too many creeps, too many doors, and too many people looking over our shoulders... too much red tape... it was simpler times... it could be so much simpler..

The squad room is full of activity, cops, detectives, lawyers, witness, criminals all over the place, this place it a fucking zoo... it's always a fucking zoo inside these walls, but worse outside, in the wild.

The red light on my phone on the desk it blinking non-stop, every fucking day. People leaving messages I don't care about, giving worthless tips that lead to dead-ends... just blinking day and night, because it doesn't matter. Red blinks for messages, green blinks for people calling right now. My phone is like a God Damn Christmas tree every day.

Here I am, minding my own fucking business, reading the paper and having my afternoon coffee, when my new partner, Rajveer, or Raj for short, runs up to me with that stupid look his face. It's like he just got pussy for the first time, and he can't wait to tell me all about it.

Raj “Boss, we got a live one!” says the young detective to me, with his dark full, perfectly trimmed

Sikh beard and teenage excitement in his voice.... his voice almost cracked like a prepubescent punk.

Peters “Raj, you know I hate when you say that. How about, “Boss, the nerds found another fucking creep”, sounds a lot more appropriate.”

Raj “Ok Boss. So the nerd downstairs found another “creep” online. He has only been active a few days.... sooooo you feeling up for a house call?”

Peters “Ok, settle down kid, what do the nerd downstairs have on this guy?”

Raj “Well, they got his username, you will love this, “little girl lover 2005”, can you believe that? What a scumbag.”

Peters, still trying to finish his paper, and hoping the details don't actually interest him, otherwise he might have to get up. “Ok kid, I am still listening.” But still reading his paper.

Raj “Ok, they tracked his chat membership to the usual creep chat rooms, and you know what?” The young detective asks with even more excitement. He must be 35, but more like 15 in his heart. He has seen very little of the shit I have seen in my 27 years. 10, on the street, 12 in vice, and now 5 in this real bad shit. Tracking online predators, kiddy porn traffickers, underage prostitution, shit that makes normal people sick... that is my every day.

Peters “Ok kid, you got my interest, so what do ya got?” He folds his paper, and finally looks up. And takes a big sip of stale coffee.

Raj “Well the nerds got lucky, the guy was so stupid that he didn't mask his IP!” OK, the kid has my interest, but still not enough to make me move. “So they tracked him down! Username, address, MAC address, the whole 9 yards!! This might be the quickest bust of all time.”