TWELVE
bay
“Don’t!”She shoots out a hand at me, nude-colored nails spread as if it’s going to produce a force field to protect her. “Bay!”
I crank out two more bullets.
He’s dead.
He’s gone.
Good fuckin’ riddance to that asshole—that’s the part where Nessa really fucked up.
She made a shit move.
So did he.
Matteo.
“You stupid fuckin’ bitch!” I hear Nessa scream, but it’s not as cocky and self-assured as her voice was a second ago. There’s fear there. “You can’t kill me! I’m your best friend!”
No, you’re not.
I can’t fully bring her into my vision with the way tears blur it.
He’s dead.
He’s gone.
He’s fucking dead.
He’s not here anymore.
He’s gone.
Levi is gone.
“Bay…let me have the gun.”
Travis’s voice sounds miles away right now. All I can do is stand over Nessa with the 9mm in my palm and empty this motherfuckin’ thing.
“Listen to Trav,” I hear her mutter through a groan. “It’s not worth it.”
It’s not fucking worth it.
He’s not fucking worth it. That’s what she means to say. And she would say any-fucking-thing to save her own life.
“Bay, you love me—” My index finger yanks on the trigger in rapid succession. Each shot rings loudly in my ears as I feel the kick of the 9mm with each pull.
Then it clicks empty.
Yeah, I loved you, bitch.
To death.
“You killed her.”
My body jolts as my eyes fly open, darkness and the warmth of blankets draped over me.
