He gets up, shedding the sleeping bag. “That’s it. Now you know why I’m so fucked up in the head.”
He storms off, and I’m left with a dark feeling I’ve only felt shadows of. One that’s invasive and cruel and threatens to consume me.
One I should put out.
But how could I possibly do that when my mind is so full of gasoline?
Chapter 10
HUNTER
Ican’t believe I just told her…that. Words I’ve never uttered to a soul.
The scars still feel fresh, and I wonder what nightmares will haunt me tonight.
No matter how many people I kill, the ghosts still linger, taunting me. Reminding me what they did. What they took from me.
Gabby was the only person who’s ever truly cared for me. She gave me unconditional love, shielding me from the horrors she faced daily, doing her best to give me a good start in life.
If only she had lived, I wouldn’t be like this.
I wouldn’t be a monster.
But that’s not how my story goes. My sister died, and I killed the people responsible. Every last one.
Then I killed more.
So many, I’ve lost count.
The first was my mother. I made her watch the video of my sister’s desecration as I enacted it scene by scene, minus the repeated rapes.
I still hear her pleading with me.
She has remained my favorite kill.
What does that say about me? Would Gabby have wanted me to spare her? It’s hard to say, because I was still a child when I knew her.
A knock sounds on the door. I thought Fiona would be smart enough to know not to needle me when I’m like this, but I think she’s trying to be compassionate, not realizing that I need something very different.
I open the door and fix her with a dangerous gaze. “What do you want?”
Her eyes are two big round emeralds that make me forget my anger for a moment.
Just a moment…
She moves nervously, fidgeting as she gathers her courage.
“Well?” I ask sharply.
“I need a favor.”
“I don’t want another therapy session, so if you’re asking me to open up—”
“That’s not it…though I wish it was.” She downcasts her eyes.
A calmness washes over me. I see something in her. Something that scares me.
“I want you to kill Brett,” she blurts, “and I want to watch.”
