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“No,” I snap. “I will never come with you. I will never let you touch me. You are a fucking crazy obsessed stalker, nothing more. I don’t want you, like you, or love you. I fucking hate every inch of you. I hate what you did. I blamed myself for so long, but it’s not my fault. It’s yours. I was a kid! A kid just experiencing life, and you stole that! You tainted me and took my innocence until I felt like I was choking on death and blood. You did this! You ruined so many lives over a woman that was never yours to begin with. I. Am. Not. Yours!” I finish, my chest heaving.
“You are!” he roars, raising the gun to my head. “Even if I have to make you see it.”
“Then do it. Shoot me. Do whatever you are going to, but stop hiding behind innocents.”
“There are no innocents! They are keeping you from me, all of them!” he screams. “Now come with me or I’ll kill them all, all those so-called friends,” he sneers. “That Faye girl, she’d be first. She’s already dealing with a present I left her, then I’ll kill those three rich bastards. Don’t think I don’t know you fucked them like the whore you are, but that’s okay, I’ll kill them and make them suffer while you watch, until there’s nothing left for you but me.”
“You will never hurt any of them. I won’t let you, not ever again.” I stop before him, close enough to touch, even though the thought makes bile rise in my throat.
It’s my body and my life, and I can do whoever and whatever I want, and not even this crazy asshole is going to stop that.
“And who’s going to stop me?” he snarls. “You? You couldn’t stop me before, you can’t now. No one can. You will be mine, Blair, even if I have to kill everyone for it to happen.”
I hear the sirens then, as does he, as we have this little standoff. But I’m not running, not hiding.
“Then what are you waiting for? I’m right here. Or are you finally realising I’m not that same scared little girl, the one who trusted you like a child trusts an adult? You can’t bully or threaten me to make me compliant this time, so either kill me or let me go.”
“I’ve been waiting for a very long time, Blair, and I can wait a little longer. Especially if it means making you suffer for putting me behind bars and trying to get away from me. No, this isn’t over yet. It’s only just the beginning.” He brings the gun down across my face before I can move away.
I fall back, my vision blurring. My head instantly blooms with pain as I fight not to pass out. I feel blood trickling from my head and near my eye as I reach up and cover it. The room spins, and my ears ring, so I breathe through it, knowing I can’t pass out. When it subsides enough for me to see, I realise the front door is swinging and he’s gone.
No!
Not again!
Stumbling to my feet, I fall over some chairs but continue to force my way through. I refuse to go down, even as my head throbs, but the more I walk, the clearer my vision gets. I can hear the laboured breathing and sobbing of the injured, and I won’t let him get away with it again.
I can’t.
I finally pull my foot from the grave and plunge myself into life.
Chasing him through the door and into the rain, I spin around, getting drenched. “Where are you?” I scream as I hear sirens rushing this way, his victims’ blood still coating me, but I ignore it. “I’m right fucking here, you pussy! Are you going to kill innocents now because you didn’t get your way? You’re so fucking weak! I’m right fucking here. You and me! Let’s go! You won’t hurt anyone else! I won’t let you!” I scream into the air, spinning wildly. I refuse to let him ruin any more lives, including mine. Even now, the blood on my skin tells me he might have done just that. This asshole is doing it all over again.
He’s isolating me and ruining everything good in my life until he’s all that’s left.
Well, fuck that.
“Come out here now! You want me? I’m here!” I’m still screaming when the police and Crew turn up.
He never shows his face. He’s gone into the wind again, leaving death and pain in his wake as I once again have to deal with the aftermath.
* * *
We got lucky, no one died.
There were some serious injuries, and the club was shut down for the investigation and interviews. I was taken to the hospital, and Crew refused to leave my side. Even though I wasn’t hurt, not fatally at least, they insisted on checking me out while the police asked me questions. I answered them honestly, telling them everything, including the contact information for the detective who dealt with it before.
When they leave, I sag into Bray’s arms as he strokes my back. “He did it again; he almost killed. I almost had more blood on my hands. Thank God they are alive,” I blabber. “I couldn’t stand to be the reason anyone else was hurt. This is so serious. We can’t do this, he’ll kill you—”
“Shush, let’s not think about it now, okay?” he murmurs. “We thought we’d lost you, Darling.” His voice cracks, and I pull back to see tears in his eyes. When I look at the others, they look equally as distraught and worried.
“You’re Crew though—”
“But you are the only person in this world we lov—care about,” Asher explains.
“We can’t lose you. There used to be Crew without you, but now? There is nothing. If you died it would break us. You put our family back together again, baby girl, and now you hold it in your hands. So please, let us just hold you for a minute.”
“There is no us without you. Blood in, blood out,” Bray reminds me before pulling me closer.
