“I’d like a word, Asia,” he says, his gaze flicking to my hand holding the knife. He presses his mouth into a hard line.
“Drop it, Asia,” Eastern hushes out through clenched teeth. He reaches over and plucks the knife from between my fingers and the tightness around Mr Carmichael’s eyes relaxes a little. Ignoring the fact that everyone’s eyes are on us, I sneer.
“How about I give you two, Mr Carmichael…? Fuck. You!”
Shrugging out of Sonny’s hold, I push past Mr Carmichael roughly and race from the dining hall, not giving a shit about what anyone thinks. It’s pretty obvious half the damn school knows about my predicament. I’m vaguely aware of Bram’s laughter and Eastern calling my name.
I just run.
Picking up speed, I race through the halls and out into the gardens beyond, blindly running. I shove past Frank when he tries to stop me, then punch one of the other bodyguards when he grabs my arm. I don’t care that I’m breaking any rules. I don’t care about anything other than putting as much distance between me and the people within Oceanside who are determined to fuck me over.
When I finally stop, I find myself on the edges of the small cove where Camden revealed he was Bling. Rushing towards the shore, I welcome the cold wet spray then scream. I scream until my lungs burn and my voice becomes hoarse.
My head is spinning. I don’t know up from down, left from fucking right. I’m angry Mr Carmichael’s running, angry he’s abandoning us knowing what he knows, and yet a part of me is glad because if he isn’t here, I don’t have to kill him…
But if I don’t, Pink’s fucking dead.
She’sdead.
He's just signed her death warrant.
As I look out towards the tumultuous sea, it occurs to me that I could end all this fear, this pain and disappointment right now. I could walk into the waves and let the ocean take me.
I won’t have to fight anymore.
My feet step into the water of their own accord before I’ve even had time to truly contemplate what I’m doing…