Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
I know her too well to ever see her as the damsel in distress. To me she’ll always be a snake in the grass.
I look away from her and back to my hands. The visions in my mind refuse to go away.
My hands, stained red with her blood.
Something dark and sinister threatens to swallow me whole. I can practically see her lifeless face in my mind. Death is what she deserves, and it’s the only thing she’ll get from me ever again.
I should do it. I’ve killed someone before; what’s another added to the list? I can take her out of the equation, make my life a little easier. It would mean a headache in probate, and I might lose the house, but do I really care? No. No I fucking don’t. It's just a house...it's never been a home.
The day they laid my uncle in the ground is the day they took and buried all the good that ever lived inside this house. After that, I was left with the scraps of whatever Tanya gave me, and I learned shame and humiliation were her favorite gifts.
I look away from my hands and stare at the wall over her head. I can’t kill her. Not yet. I won’t give her an easy way out. "Get out, Tanya. Now. I don't want to see you again. If there is something you need to relay, do it through your lawyer. If you are pregnant, and that’s a big fucking if, I will require a paternity test immediately."
She blinks up at me in disbelief, her throat bobbing as she swallows hard and then scrambles back on to her feet. With deliberate movements, she fixes her clothing, and once she’s standing on those ridiculous high heels, she lifts her chin, narrows her eyes, and tosses her shoulders back like she’s preparing for war.
“Sebastian. We can talk about this.” Her tone isn’t placating; it’s an order. She thinks she can order me around.
I turn to face the fire again because I can’t fucking look at her. Not without wanting to splatter her blood around the room. “No, I’m done talking. I don’t know why I didn’t throw you out the second you showed up again. I can only say I was vulnerable, my friends were in trouble, and that made me lose focus. That’s on me. But now I’m fixing it. Fucking leave.”
“Seb—”
I cut her off. “LEAVE! NOW!”
I don’t raise my voice often, but I have to release some of this tension and understand I’m serious, dead fucking serious. To the point that if she takes a step towards me I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from killing her, which is a shame since she deserves to die slowly, painfully.
There’s silence, blessed fucking silence, broken only by the crackle in the fireplace every few seconds. I wait for her to take a step back, to walk out of the room, to do something, but the seconds tick by, and she does nothing. Even with my warning hanging above her head, she still can’t seem to grasp the danger here.
"Sebastian...I wonder what people will think if they see our little home videos..."
Red hot shame washes through me like a tidal wave, breaking against the hardened exterior I’ve spent years building up. Fuck her. Fuck this. She doesn’t get to hurt me anymore. She doesn’t get to control me with a mere tug of her string.
Turning on my heels to face her again, I give her the lazy, arrogant mask I learned to wear so well.
"Tanya...I wonder what people will think about you raping a sixteen year-old boy?"
She purses her lips and then smiles. "It wasn't rape. You can’t scream rape just because you decide you regret what we did years after."
I sigh and stare her straight in the face. "Get out now, or I will throw you out." I’m so close to cracking, and some small part of me wants to break open and give her what she deserves. One little push.
Stupidly she continues forward, taking another step, and it happens.
Snap.
Taking her by the arm with bruising force, I grip tight, but she goes off balance and falls to her knees. She shakes it off easily enough, staring up at me with clear intent in her eyes. Intent that makes my gut churn. “Anything I can do for you while I’m down here, Sebastian?”
My mind goes blank, and suddenly I’m standing over her, my shoe pressed against the soft meaty part of her neck, holding her down. One little shift and I could crush her windpipe, ending her miserable existence.
She’s clutching my ankle, scrabbling her legs to get free. “Sebastian...” she chokes out.
“Yes, there is something you can do for me. You can fuck off and die.” I lift my foot, and snatch up her forearm, dragging her toward the door while she cries and scratches at my fingers.