My attention flicked to Sebastian. His eyes had gone wide, and his mouth had fallen open in shock at her aloofness.
“So? So?” Sebastian turned and kicked a wall. “So? That’s all you have to say for yourself? You made me a whore.”
“Oh, come off it, Sebastian!” she yelled back at him. She swung her head toward me, then back to him. “Is this all because of her? Are you ashamed suddenly? She’s not fit for Hollywood if she can’t handle the truth about how everyone wheels and deals.”
“Fuck you,” I blurted, stepping out from the edge of the room. “I don’t care what he’s done. I care that you hurt him.”
“Honey, I didn’t hurt him,” she groaned, refusing to look at me. “He wanted every last bit of it. He hired me to make him famous. I did just that, and then he fired me. Sorry to break it to you, but your boyfriend isn’t telling you the truth.”
“No, you’re the only one lying.” I pulled out the other knife and grabbed her hand, pricking it. A small drop of blood dripped from her finger, and she yelped as if I’d full-on stabbed her.
“You’re psycho. Both of you. Is this some sort of reality show? I’ve seenDexter. I know what this is. I’m not signing a waiver for this to air.”
“This isn’t TV, Heather,” Sebastian said, striding confidently to the photos. “This is reality. How often did you go through my phone?”
“Fuck this,” she muttered.
I pricked her again, and she let out a scream for help.
“It’s pointless. We’re in your garage. No one’s coming for you,” Sebastian snorted.
“Like you could really kill someone.” She snickered. “You’re just a scared little boy playing pretend, Sebastian,” she taunted him.
“I’ve killed five men now, actually. Starting with your buddy Michael Thornton.”
“Thornton?” she asked, her smile falling.
He ripped a photo from the wall and brought it to her face.
“Michael Thornton, producer? Remember him? I killed him, if you didn’t know. He was going to force me to suck his old cock in exchange for green-lightingSimon Says Six: Six Six, and I was done. I killed him and didn’t bat an eye. He was my first, and since then, we’ve been picking away at his friends. And now, you’re going to be dead soon too. But before we do this, answer me. How often did you go through my cell phone?”
“Is this a threat?”
Sebastian lifted the knife and pushed the tip into her chest, right between her surgically altered mix-matched breasts.
“Yes, Heather, it is. Answer.”
“All the time,” she rushed. “It was my job to keep your career safe and growing. You’d be nothing without me.”
A slow grin spread over her botched lips. “When you heard that voicemail, Evie, how long did you cry? I hope it was a long time. I gave Wes a great script.”
“You bitch,” I snapped, raising the knife. Rage flooded my veins. How could she say she cared for Sebastian and then admit to doing all these awful things? I understood now why Sebastian was helping me on my quest for revenge. In this moment, I needed him to have his.
“Evie!” Sebastian yelled, stopping me from finishing this.
I swung it down to my side and hung my head.
“See, I did the right thing.” Heather smiled. “Even now, he’s choosing me. Sorry, sweetie, but men like him will always choose money over sex. I was doing you both a favor. Without me, you’d be nothing, Sebastian. You shouldn’t be trying to kill me. You should be thanking me.”
“Thank you, Heather,” Sebastian snarled and, without hesitation, lifted his arm and slammed the knife into her chest, missing the plastic wrap. She gasped as blood splattered the room. It hit my face, and I winced in surprise.
Heather’s throat gurgled as blood flooded her mouth and poured from her puffy lips. Sebastian removed the knife, and blood flowed from the wound, covering her orange skin and the table underneath with deep red. The plastic wrap holding her down grew slack as her body went limp. I trailed my gaze down her body, noting the occasional muscle twitch, ending with her curled fingers. And then finally, as we watched Heather’s soul leave her body, I watched the tension leave Sebastian’s. It was as if he’d taken a large breath for the first time in years. He fell against the wall and sighed, and then a slow, dry laugh came from his chest.
“How do you feel?” I asked, twisting my hands.
“Fucking glorious.”
I couldn’t wait for that feeling.
