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Voices sound out from Cole's bedroom, but I slip into the bathroom before anyone emerges.
Ripping off my blood-stained, sweaty clothes, I turn the shower on as hot as it'll go and step under the spray.
It burns the second the water hits my skin, but I don't turn it down. I deserve the pain. I need the pain.
Tipping my head back, I let the water rush over my face, hopefully washing away the evidence of what I just did.
The image of his lifeless body pops into my head, but I push it away. So what if it killed him? Motherfucker deserved it.
But while that may be true, killing his father is a sure-fire way to get Warren out of hiding.
Reaching out, I rest my palms on the tiles and let the water rain down on my back.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to forget about him, but instead images of Kenny come rushing back.
I can see her sitting astride my lap almost as clearly as if it's happening right now. I picture the way her tiny hand brushed down her stomach and pushed inside her panties.
"Fuck," I groan, my cock swelling.
She was so tight, so fucking tight and hot as she greedily sucked my fingers into her pussy. But that was nothing compared to when I pushed the tip of my cock to her entrance.
"Fuck," I bellow, my already busted up fists landing on the marble tiles before me, pain shooting down my arm right to my shoulder.
Why couldn't I do it? We were right there. All I had to do was sink inside her. Instead, I'm the pussy who only got the fucking tip in.
I'm a fucking embarrassment to mankind.
My cries echo around the bathroom as I rain fury down on the wall. My blood coats the tiles, but I don't stop. I can't. I need it so fucking bad.
Tears stream down my cheeks, but they're washed away, along with the blood that turns the water pink.
"Conner, you okay, bro?" Cole shouts through.
Angrily, I wipe at my cheeks, ashamed that I've allowed myself to fall to this level of desperation.
"Y-yeah. I'm good."
"You sure?"
"Yeah." Just trying to work through my shit via my fists, not my cock.
Why can't I fuck this anger out of my system just like everyone else does? I should be able to lose myself in my girl and forget about all this bullshit.
I have no idea how long I'm in that shower, but I assume that Cole's fucked off because he doesn't say anything else.
I wipe away the evidence of my meltdown and step out, wrapping a towel around my waist and gathering my clothes in my arms, ready to toss them in the garbage because I already know that amount of blood isn't coming out of them.
The hallway is quiet when I pull the door open, and I breathe a sigh of relief when I step out and find no one waiting for me.
I'm amazed Cole believed me, even I could hear the pain in my voice when I responded to him.
I soon realize I'm right when I step inside my room and find Hadley sitting on the edge of my bed with a concerned expression on her face.
"Hey," I say sadly, dropping the bundle of clothes behind me in the hope she doesn't see the blood.
"Hey. Cole wanted to kick the bathroom door in. I managed to talk him out of it. He's gone down to the gym."
"Great," I mutter, walking to the window and turning my back on her.
