So many times I’ve thought about how different my life would have been if that bitch from Kansas hadn’t gotten rid of our kid. How is it fair that Segwin betrays me, knocks up the girl I’ve loved for years, and she, of all people, decides she wants to raise his kid?
“I couldn’t.” She shakes her head. “If you do this, I’d hate you far too much,” she tells me with venom in her eyes. “Do you really want this to be the last memory I have of you?”
“Alicia…Alicia, speak to me.” Vike calls out desperately from the other side of the door, and I press the gun harder against her, trembling with hurt and fuckin’ rage.
“You don’t hate me already?” I laugh at her for thinking I’d be so fuckin’ stupid.
“I feel sorry for you.” She frowns, all the panic on her face has calmed and been replaced with pity. “I misjudged you, and for that, I’m sorry.”
“You're sorry…? You’re fuckin’ sorry?” I shake my head and laugh louder.
“Alicia!” Vike calls out again.
“I’m okay, Sid isn’t gonna hurt me.” I see the strength grow in her eyes as she stares right back at me.
“I think you’ve been abused your whole life. Your father abandoned you, you had to deal with all your mom's issues, and I think you need help.” She smiles softly. I’ve stripped this woman naked, I’m holding a gun to her head, and I’m about to rape her, and she’s fuckin’ smiling at me.
“You want to feel loved. You want to feel wanted, and you're so desperate for it that you're prepared to steal it.”
“You're wrong.” I shake my head, despite the fact she’s speaking the truth.
“Get yourself some help. When you make a child, make sure you do it with someone who wants to give it to you.” My eyes drop between us, and when I see my still limp dick in my hand, it reminds me that I couldn't fuck her even if I wanted to. Mom’s right, I’m fuckin’ useless. I’ve wanted this woman for so long, and now I can’t even get it up for her.
“Take your kid and get out.” I step back off the bed and press my shoulders to the wall, feeling the spin as Alicia rushes straight to her baby, scoops her up in her arms, unlocks the door, and scurries away from me.
“Alicia, shit, did he….? I’m gonna fuckin’ kill hi?—”
I smile to myself as I take that pleasure away from him, raising the gun to my mouth and pulling the trigger myself.
My heart stops when she opens the door; racing toward me, naked with Mia clutched to her body.
“Alicia, shit...Did he? I’m gonna fuckin kill?—”
Alicia screams when a loud bang comes from the bedroom, splitting my ears and making Mia scream like she’s in agony. I wrap my arms around Alicia, holding her and our baby tight to my body, then reaching out past her shoulder, I push open the door to see if Greaser’s been good on his word.
“It’s okay, he’s dead...It’s over now,” I tell her, staring at Greaser's body and the blood smear on the wall as he’d slid down it.
“Shhh, shhh, it's okay.” She looks down, rocking Mia in her arms, trying to soothe her while her own body shakes uncontrollably. “We’re okay now, we’re okay.”
“Did he—” I close my eyes, unable to bear the idea of being this close and so fuckin’ helpless.
“No, he let us go before, but I thought...” She bursts into tears, and I drag her over to the couch, sitting her down and wrapping her naked body with a blanket.
“What the fuck happened?” I look across the room at Mrs. Stowman’s body.
“She was nothing like herself; she wasn’t erratic and manic, she was calm and focused. She was mean to him, Vike. She saidsuch cruel things, and he shot her,” Alicia explains. “Greaser was clearly having some kind of breakdown; he kept dipping between reality and what his mind was making up. He called me his wife…and he’s been watching us.” She looks at me fearfully.
“Watching us?!” I pull back in shock.
“There are cameras in our room; he planted them there. He’s watched everything; he knew you were suspicious of him, he said you were trying to frame him for killing Raze.”
“Shit, Alicia, I’m sorry.” Once again, someone I love has had to suffer because of me.
“He told me that he liked me way before Griller did.”
“Is she okay?” I look at Mia, who Alicia has automatically started feeding.
“Her poor little ears, you don’t think the gunshots will have damaged them, do you?” She strokes her hand over them, looking worried.
