My head is spinning, and my breathing gets choppy. I'm paralyzed in place.
My comm crackles, and Harris speaks into my ear. “You’ve got this, man. You can do this.”
My eyes widen, but I’m stuck in place.
I really can’t…
Phoenyxx
I'm a nervous wreck after watching all my guys kill their parents; and Synn getting fucking shot and Purge’s fistfight. I thank God they are both okay.
Trikk’s not moving, his eyes glassy. He needs me.
“Someone give me an earpiece. I need to talk to him,” I beg.
Desperate to get through to Trikk, I open my mouth to demand one again when Hunter hands me one of his. I slide it in my left ear, putting my finger to my right, to block out any other sounds.
“Thanks,” I say to Hunter, before tapping the comm on. “Trikk, baby. You can do this. I have faith in you. I'm right here with you,” I plead.
He still doesn’t move but tears well in his eyes.
“Trikk. Dammit—remember what they did to you? They raped you, baby. They pimped you out while you were a child. Do it. Kill them.” I stare at the screen, my frantic heart in my throat.
Trikk finally moves, raising a shaky hand, trying to aim.
He is clueless right now, but Hunter walks him through it.
“Okay, Trikk. Cock the gun by pulling back on the top, remember? Okay, good. Step closer to them. Even closer. Now aim the gun. Look down the sight and go for their heads.”
Trikk blows out a shaky breath. He doesn’t seem to want to wake them like the others did.
“Do it, my love. You are so strong. I love you so much,” I encourage.
Finally, he aims and shoots. The bullet hits his father’s head, blood flying. His mother starts to wake up, so I urge him on, “Once more, baby. Do it now.”
He shoots again, getting his mother in the skull. Her blood sprays the bed and his father's body.
He did it. My man did it.
God, I'm so proud of him.
Trikk
The gun clatters to the floor, and my legs buckle. I manage to catch myself before I fall.
I shoot out of the door, not able to look at my parents’ blood-spattered bodies.
The ZYGOS team member follows me, telling me he checked their pulses—they’re both dead.
Bile rises in my throat. I turn my head to the side, puking all over the marble floor.
I run out of that house of horrors, tears on my face.
I duck into the car, and bury my face in my hands and sob like a fucking baby. My shoulders shake uncontrollably.
The ZYGOS guy is back in the car, and we pull out of there.
My Bambi whispers loving things in my ear the entire way back. She's the only thing keeping me from succumbing to shock.
