No.
Absolutely the fuck not.
I watch quietly when she finally leaves the warehouse alone.
I stopped drinking hours ago, so I follow her.
The roads outside Brimstone entering Whitestone are mostly empty this late.
Just darkness and trees. She has no idea I’m behind her at first. Not until I speed up. Closer and closer.
My engine roars loudly, enough to make her glance nervously in the mirror.
Then I gun it.
The fear on her face when she realizes it's me sends something horrifyingly satisfying through my chest.
She swerves suddenly. “What the fuck?!”
I slam my bike against the side of her car hard enough to jolt it violently sideways.
Tracy screams and the vehicle fishtails hard before veering completely off the road into the ditch.
Metal crunches violently then silence follows.
For a long second, I just sit here, breathing hard.
Then I climb off the bike.
Tracy stumbles from the wreck crying. “Are you fucking insane?”
Yes. Probably.
“You slept with him?” My voice shakes, and she blinks in confusion.
“What?”
“You slept with Hayden?”
Realization flashes across her face… then unbelievably—she laughs.
“He’s obsessed with you, Ophelia.”
That answer should calm me down. Instead, it enrages me more.
“Then why were you at his apartment?” I ask, and she huffs.
“He was buying drugs from my cousin!” she snaps back. “Jesus Christ!"
Oh. Oh no. Hayden buying drugs. What?But then she smirks.
“You really are pathetic over him. I don’t mind him cumming in me while he moans your name. It's cool.” She shrugs, and something inside me finally breaks.
I grab her by the hair and slam her head against the side of the wrecked car hard enough to rock the entire frame.
“You stupid cunt!” I scream in her face.
Tracy cries out instantly, clawing at my arms, my hoodie, my skin, but I barely even feel it. Rage is eating me alive from the inside out. Hot. Blinding. Violent enough to drown everything else .
