His fists come crashing down, his bones connecting with mine, over and over and over.
And I take it all.
I welcome it all. I welcome his wrath, his fury, his anger.
I welcome his disgust at me.
It finally matches mine.
Itfinallyrivals my crime. What I did to her.
And yet it’s not enough. Not for him or for me.
So he keeps going.
He keeps punching me, hitting me, and I keep taking it and stumbling back and when I think he’s finally beaten me down enough that I’m going to lose my footing, my back connects with something.
My Mustang.
My fucking Mustang saves me from going down.
And Ledger grabs my collar, pulling at it and smashing my back against the metal. “Did that jog your memory, huh? You remember what you did now?”
I’m panting; every muscle in my body throbs and pulses. My fucking legs are trembling and yet I’m still standing. It pisses me the fuck off.
“I think…” I breathe out, tasting blood. “I’m gonna need a little more.”
He shakes me again, making my bones jar, and I groan.
“You fucking asshole, you ruined her life. Youruinedher life. You realize that, don’t you? You realize what you did to my sister.”
I do, yeah.
I do realize it. I realize that I’ve ruined her now. I’ve destroyed her.
I speak through the pain in my chest, in my body. “You really don’t wanna know… what I did to your sister.”
As expected, he pushes me into the car again.
“You’re a fucking piece of shit, aren’t you?” He tightens his grip on the collar of my dress shirt. “I should kill you for what you did to her.”
“You should.”
“But if I killed you tonight, then you wouldn’t be able to see.”
I spit out blood. “Yeah? See what?”
He chuckles then, his fingers tightening. “What I’m going to do toyoursister.” Another chuckle. “She’s a firecracker, isn’t she?Tempest.”
I don’t know where I get the energy, the strength to move my hands, let alone grab his collar. I don’t know where I get the strength to shake off his hold and fucking maneuver him so I havehisback against my Mustang now.
All I know is that if he says my sister’s name again, I’m going to rearrange his face in a way that he’s not going to like.
“Don’t talk about my sister,” I growl, my body screaming in pain.
“Yeah?” he bites out. “Pisses you the fuck off, doesn’t it? And I haven’t even done anything yet.Toher.”
“You want to kill me, Ledger, you better stop talking. Because if you rile me up enough, it’s going to be you who dies tonight.”
