"Well, this lunch was interesting, but I have things to do. If you'll excuse me," I say and head to the door.
"Wait, Sebastian, don't go," Mom pleads.
I glance at her.
"Your brother didn't cheat," she says firmly. "I know my sons. I know you both. Please don't fight because of this. You're brothers. It's all this bastard's fault for not believing your brother."
I don't bother answering. I just stormed out.
Something at home is waiting for me. I can feel it creeping under my skin as I drive.
My mom is right about one thing. And wrong about another.
She doesn't know her sons. She doesn't know anything about me.
But she's right… my brother didn't cheat.
I was the one who orchestrated everything.
Chapter six
Sebastian
Bad, bad Sebastian.
Sebastian bad, bad.
Punishment. You need punishment.
Pain for pain.
Agony for agony.
Eye for an eye.
Inflict pain. Don't look back.
Unworthy. Bad. Wicked. Rotten. Corrupted. Vile.
So vile. So twisted.
Broken.
Crazed eyes. Racing heartbeat. Fog before my eyes. One goal. Only one.
In a haze, I stride toward my bedside drawer. Inside, I'm greeted by a mess, and the urge to scream claws at my throat. I rummage through everything, laser-focused on finding one thing.
My salvation.
My punishment.
The one thing I need. The only thing that can save me.
My fingers brush against the small packet, and if it were any other time, I'd smile. But my lips are made of stone, carved into a thin line.
I pull out one of the razors, reveling in the weight of the small blade in my hand. It's still wrapped in protective paper. I drag my fingertip over it, shivering as need burns through my rotten veins.
I don't look at Mr. BoBunny. I can't. Even if I did, I wouldn't see him.
