“Don’t,” I plead, hands raised defensively. “Please… please don’t kill me.”
My voice breaks on the last word.
George’s expression doesn’t change.
And I realize. I don’t know if he’s here to save me… or finish what Henry started.
George doesn’t lower the gun right away.
His eyes stay locked on me—cold, dark, unreadable.
“No,” he says finally, his voice low. Measured. Like he’s discussing the weather. “I’m not going to kill you.”
I suck in a shaky breath, frozen in place, still half-pressed against the wall.
“Not yet.”
I flinch. “You didn’t have to shoot him—”
His gaze flicks to Henry’s body, then back to me. “It’s your fault I had to,” he snaps, voice low and precise, as if the logic is self-evident. “You always ruin things.”
“What?” My voice cracks. “It wasn’t my fault!Youshot him! I didn’t ask for any of this!”
George takes a slow step forward, finally lowering the gun to his side—but not putting it away. I recoil, trying to sink into the wall behind me.
“You think you’re innocent?” he says, incredulous, voice tightening. “You think you didn’t bring this on yourself?”
He’s close now. Close enough for me to see the fury just beneath the surface—restrained, simmering, but ready to boil over.
“Henry was right about you,” he mutters. “You’re… nothing. Pathetic. Throwing yourself at that worthless tattooed man of yours. Just a sad, desperate girl chasing anything that makes her feel seen.” voice dripping venom
My stomach flips. I look away, but he grabs my jaw, forcing me to face him.
“You let him do things to you,” he growls. “Things onlycheapwomen allow. You think that was love? You think he’d keep you?”
My body goes still, eyes wide with shock and revulsion.
“He would’ve gotten bored, Ava. Just like everyone does. He would’veusedyou, like the littledirty,worthlessgirl you are, then walked away.”
Tears burn hot in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I refuse to let him see me break.
George leans in close, so close I can feel his breath.
“I’m doing you a favor,” he says, voice low and venomous. “You’ll see. Whenhegets here.”
I blink, confused. “What… what do you mean?”
George freezes. His jaw twitches. He realizes too late what he’s said.
I see the panic flare for half a second behind his eyes—and then it’s gone. Replaced by stone.
“Who are you talking about? George! Who’s coming?"
"WHAT DID YOU MEAN?”I practically howl
No answer. Just the echo of my own voice in the concrete silence.
He releases my face, turns abruptly, grabs Henry’s lifeless body by the jacket and starts dragging him toward the door—
