“Hi,Rad.”
I’m fucking pissed. Spite and wrath restlessly swim through my veins.
If he were on this beach, he’d be dead already.
Because now, it’s really fucking personal.
There’s a scratching noise on the other side, though he doesn’t speak.
“Don’t be a fucking coward. I know it’s you,” I taunt him. “Speak. Take responsibility for once.”
“Little drummer girl, is that yourbestmean voice?”
There’s no voice changer covering his identity, and I’d know his sleazy voice anywhere.
“Is that your best comeback?” I ask.
“I came across some very disappointing news today,” he goes on.
“What’s that?” I ask, looking at Gemma.
“I went to visit you. And the building manager was in there doing an inspection. All your things were gone. What happened? You didn’t like your neighbors?”
“I mean, they were pretty loud,” I reply. “I’m also not a fan of living beside rapist pigs. They were so much more quiet yesterday, though… I wonder if something happened.”
A beat of silence passes, and I wish I could see the look on his stupid face.
“If you think moving is going to keep you any safer, you’re wrong,” he eventually says.
“I’m done running from you, Rad. If you want a real fight, you’ll stop hiding behind your little mask and face me. You can start by telling everyone how you drugged and raped me at a rave.”
I’m shaking as I say it out loud.
“Andyoucan start by admitting you drugged me so you could take my job,” he snaps.
“Oh my fucking god,are you serious?!”
I almost throw the phone into the ocean.
“Are you seriously equating overdosing and getting kicked out of a band you were already getting kicked out of to fuckinggang-raping me?!”
“I didn’t overdose. You did this. I know it was you—”
“I know it was you!” I almost shout. “God, Rad, you took something from me that I’ll never be able to get back.”
“Good. You deserved every fucking second. Tell me, Bonnie… Tell me you remember my dick inside you.”
I shudder, my hands threading into my hair. Breaths shorten. My chest heaves. I’m shaking to the point that my knees want to give out. Gemma tries to take the phone from me, yet I push her off.
“Oh, I hope you do. I hope you get nightmares about it—”
“And I hope you get nightmares aboutthis, motherfucker,” I snap, my mouth on the speaker. “The next time I see you, I’m putting a bullet in your fucking head. I’ll be the last goddamn thing you see.”
“Funny, that’s what your girlfriend told me when she cornered me at Radio Eleven,” he says.
I grind my teeth. “If you think you’re such a big,toughguy, try it again. Except this time, don’t hide behind your little tricks. No drugs. No distractions. No masks. Stop being a fucking coward.”
“Is that what you told your stalker?”
