Rex is sitting on the floor, hands on his raised knees as he sits across from Jenna’s open room, and her throaty laugh has my eyes glassing over.
16
Indie
you should see me in a crown - billie eilish
SaintleftthePita couple hours ago with Rex to pick up his dad from the airport; they’ll both be spending the journey filling him in on our plans to abduct both Louisa and Barry. I sigh up into the water of my shower, pushing the wet strands of hair off my face.
That’s a sentence I never thought I’d say.
Mind you, I also didn’t have literal murderous intentions towards my own sibling, but here we are.
I have until tonight to decide whether she dies at my hands, or Saint’s.
I’m still no further to a solid conviction.
Before any of that happens though, I need to get everything I can out of her first, and I think that’s the reason for my hesitation.
The betrayal I’m feeling is already crushing me, and this could either go two ways.
One, she’ll pull those acting skills out her ass and put on a performance of a lifetime, spinning a tale to try and sway me to spare her life, and I’ll be no further forward to the truth.
Or, she’ll deliver the final blow that might do me in for good.
I have no idea how she managed to get so high up in Omnia, although Saint’s words the morning after I found out keep playing in my mind.
What if Barry really did pull her into this?
But then, what if it was the other way around?
Would it even change anything?
If I find out it’s something that she got into on her own, taking Barry with her, I won’t ask any questions. I won’t even toy with her, or allow anyone else to. The quicker she stops breathing, the less her presence will stop torturing my mind.
I feel like I don’t even truly know her; she’s been pretty fucking good at playing her roles over the years, and for however long. Now, I’m questioning it all.
And whether or not she always knew harm was coming my way.
Fuck, I can’t get rid of this headache.
I step out of the shower, seeing as the scorching water wasn’t providing any clarity to me. After brushing my teeth, I head through to the bedroom to dry my hair, noticing my phone flashing from the bed. Saint said he would call, and it’s probably my mom texting me to ask how I’m feeling after my quick escape yesterday.
I leave my hair partially dry, when after a few minutes it flashes again, and I drop down on the bed to read it. The moment it lights up, it feels like time stops.
Slowly swiping my trembling thumb up the screen, I stare down into the message.
It feels as though an arctic wind has sucked me into a vortex.
Unknown: Photo attachment.
Unknown: Your first warning.
Static fills my ears, and the screen shakes violently in my grip, distorting the message as I frantically read it over and over again. As if reading those same three words are going to change what’s fucking happening here.
I don’t need to enlarge the image to know who it is.
“Fuck.”
