Ilikethis.
Again, this time smashing through the back window.
I don’t look back at that window. I don’t want to see their faces.
But I unload every bit of rage inside me onto that truck. Footsteps ring out, shouting. And when arms wrap around me, I throw my head back.
Something crunches, and there’s a curse. “Fucking –drop the fucking bat.”
“Let go of me!” I hiss back at them, the bat swinging precariously until I lose my grip and it tumbles to the ground. I lift my feet up in the air, kicking out as Theo drags me back.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He shouts it, turning me around and gripping my shoulders. “Are you insane?”
“Yes.” I scream it back at him. “Fucking insane for ever giving a fuck aboutyou!”
More hands pull us apart. Jake has his arms around Theo as he pulls him away, and Max’s voice sounds in my ear. Oscar appears in front of me, his eyes traveling down. “She’s bleeding. Get a first aid kit.”
I stiffen.My bandages. “Come near me, and I’ll shred your fucking face too. Go back to your precious fucking Kristen!”
My anger isn’t abating. It’s growing.Where the fuck is my bat?
All of them are talking, shouting. And Theo’s mouth is bleeding. He pushes Oscar out of the way as I fight against Max’s grip. “Be still.”
The world stops. Everything stops. And so do I.
As if a button has been pressed.
I suck in a breath. Even Theo’s eyes widen slightly, before he glares at me again. “Enough, Kennedy.”
“Theo,” Oscar murmurs. “Be careful.”
Be careful, with the psychotic omega. With their fucked-up mate.
Careful enough that he’s used his fucking alpha bark on me to make me stop. I’m clearly only their mate when he can use it to hurt me.
I blink, and the tears spill over. “I hate you.”
The whisper pushes through my lips, and Theo’s green eyes flicker. “The feeling’s fucking mutual. Kneel.”
I drop. My knees crash into the ground. Jake pushes forward. “Enough. Her knees, Theo.”
The crunch of glass beneath my jeans tells me it’s too late for his worry. Theo crouches in front of me. He doesn’t smile. “Enough fucking around.Tell us what happened with Brett, Kennedy.”
My muscles lock.No.
I won’t.
I clench my jaw tightly. “I—,”
You can fight this.
But I’m so tired. I’ve been fighting for solong.
I could tell them. Let it all spill out. Watch their faces change, see the regret set in.
But it would all be for nothing.
And I’ll be dead soon. They can’t fix me.
