Why did I do that? Why couldn’t I control it? I could’ve just told them to get out and run if they tried something. I’m good at that. I’m good at running. So, why did I just ruin my life?
Life… What life?
Oh, Jesus, I’m falling into a spiral. My head is orbiting and I can’t see anything other than the blood getting all over me.
“Hey, baby, it’s okay.”
Razor’s rushed, sweet hum infiltrates my psyche. I think I’m just hallucinating, until the Converse he treasures are stopping right in front of me, the white rubber soles and black canvas already drenched.
He crouches, tugging my attention from a fuzzy hole, up to the glisten sparkling in his eyes as he brings his hands around my waist.
I ran from him when I saw him hack the same axe into Junior. But he’s here with me. He’s pulling me into his arms and holding me. As if the massacre he just walked into is my throne and he’s here to worship.
“It’s okay.” He rubs my back, squeezing me closer to his chest, then quickly loosens his arms, guiding my face away from his shirt by my neck. “Focus on me, pretty girl. It’s okay. Don’t even worry about it.”
His coos and gentle strokes across my face make my nose burn, the tingle running up to my eyes, releasing the version of me I’m used to.
Not this. I don’t know what the hell this is but it’s freaking me out and I feel sick and-
“Breathe,” he warns.
I didn’t realize I started hyperventilating. My chest is heaving and my lungs are struggling, the fast scrapes of air turning the carousel back on in my head.
“Bunny,-” he cups my face with both hands, tilting my head back far enough to only see him in the light “-did they touch you?”
The question tents my chest. My lips quiver and my throat locks to hold it all in, but the raspy cry is breaking out as I shake my head.
Because they didn’t. They didn’t touch me. They touched my things. And I turned into an executioner.
“Hey, hey, shh.” Wiping my tears with his thumbs, he stabilizes my head, searching every inch of my face with a whisper of a grin. “You’re a star. It’s okay to shine.”
“Th-th-that’s not o-okay.” My chest constricts, losing sight of him to the sob tensing my entire body.
“It is.” Continuing to wipe my tears, he waits until I get my eyes cracked back open, using the edge of his thumb to clear the wet beads clustering my lashes. “They weren’t good, little bunny. You felt that.”
“What? H-how would I-”
“Ohh, fuck.”
The sound of Cash’s wavering panic turns us over to him standing at the entrance, his hands palming the top of his head and his saucers for eyes aimed at the guy with an axe sticking out of him.
“Great, everyone’s gonna know now,” I cry, squeezing my eyes shut, hoping this is just a bad dream.
I try to convince myself. I try to take my mind back to bed, envision the spearing moonlight giving life to my dark room. But the busy rides and dings sandwiched between chatter on the outside of my tent is distracting, forcing me to accept the bloodbath I’m sitting in—in the middle of the day.
“Look at me.” Razor sweeps his thumb along my lips, getting eye to eye with my watery focus. “I will never let anything happen to you ever again. You understand me? We’ll take care of this.”
“Again?” I waver.
A pensive grin thins his lips and he nods.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
RAZOR
Oh, good. You’re back.
Don’t start with me. Don’t slyly glance around the tent like you expected me to be stroking Bunny’s hair in bed already. We can’t close the park. Even with Carl’s greedy ass being out of the equation, operations are too pricey and we can’t afford missing a day of pay. Not with only having a few more weeks ofVorebeing open. Which is why everyone’s working together to sort this out before some fuck peeks in.
