Sam and I slide our knives out, holding them at the ready. Purge steps back into the shadows, giving us full rein.
A malicious smile forms on my lips, and I stride forward in glee. I get to Betty’s side and reach down to shake the cunt awake.
“What? Who's there?” Betty asks irritably in a sleepy voice.
“Guess who, you putrid bitch?” I whisper with a light cackle.
Her arm snaps out, turning on the lamp next to the bed. “Phoenyxx? What the hell are you doing here? You vile child! I’m calling to get you sent right back to The Retreat!”
Betty reaches for her phone, but Sam steps forward, smacking it out of her hand.
“No,” is all he says.
“Who are you?” Betty asks, anger in her voice.
At this point, Matthew finally rouses. He starts to speak, but Betty smacks him in the head.
So fucking typical. She always took the lead.
The brazen bitch rears up to try and grab my arm.
I jerk away from her, tutting. “Uh-uh, no you don’t. It's time for karma to make you it’s bitch.”
I angle my knife arm a bit sideways, holding it diagonally. Slicing downward, I manage to cut her hand.
Betty lets out a yell, cursing me.
Matthew's face turns comically white, and he lurches upward to get out of bed. It's too easy for Sam to shove his old ass back down.
Sam shuffles up next to me, and we quickly shift sides.
As Sam and I move around, we don’t see that sly fuck Matthew reach under his pillow. He yanks out a gun, shakily pointing it at us.
“Don’t even breathe,” he stutters. “I will shoot both of you.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Purge move further into the shadows, his hand reaching for his pocket.
Sam yells in outrage, pushing forward to grapple for the gun with Matthew.
Betty is screaming like a banshee, and I backhand her to shut her ass up.
My heart stops in my chest as I watch helplessly, praying Sam gets ahold of that gun. I hold my breath, watching it play out, with wide eyes.
Sam lands a punch in Matthew’s face, wrestling him onto his back, his hand on the muzzle of the gun. More shouting flows between them.
All of a sudden, a shot rings out in the room. A high-pitched wail leaves my mouth as I rush to get to Sam. He is slumped over Matthew, who is struggling to push his dead weight off.
“No!” I somehow gain the strength to turn him over, seeing blood coming from his arm.
Purge runs over, effortlessly lifting him off Matthew. He strips off his shirt, using it to bind Sam’s arm tightly to cut off the blood flow.
“He’ll be fine, Iskra. It doesn’t look like it hit anything vital.”
I need to get on with this. I inwardly plead for Sam to wake up as I deal with betty and Matthew.
I reach for Matthew, who is cowering back into the mattress. I glance at Betty, who is frozen in place, a sneer on her face.
My hand encircles his throat tightly. I don’t squeeze just yet. Looking at Betty again, I warn her, “Don’t fucking move, bitch. I can and will choke this fucker out.”
