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Chapter Sixty
Blair
Ifight my way through the surrounding fog and beckoning darkness as it whispers how much easier it would be to let go. But there’s still a chance to save them, so I fight until I hear Cyrus taunting him. When I crack my eyes open, Mr. Andrews is so focused on my big guy he doesn’t even notice me. Licking my lips, I look around for an idea. I can’t reach the corkscrew, not yet. I need to get out of the chair.
The only way to do it will involve making noise, but I just hope I’ll have a moment to grab my weapon. Readying myself, I start to rock from side to side, keeping my eyes on him. He hasn’t noticed yet, so I speed up until the chair topples. Cyrus yells to cover the sound as I hit the floor and break the chair, but he hears it. Fuck. I yank my hands off the broken armrests just as he rushes for me.
“What are you doing?”
I fumble with my jeans, my numb fingers coated with blood, and just as he reaches for me, I grab the corkscrew and stab him in his chest. He screams and falls back.
“Run, baby girl!” Cyrus shouts.
“Like fuck,” I snarl, stumbling to my feet. Blood flows freely from my head wound, but I ignore the pain, frantically searching for something... anything…
My eyes land on the gun, and I know what I have to do. Suddenly, my heart rate slows as I move. I have to do this. I have to save them. It’s up to me. Nobody but him will die this time. He will never hurt me again. Walking towards the weapon, I grab it, flick off the safety, and turn. He’s on the floor, pulling the corkscrew free as blood pours from the wound.
Moving closer, I stand before him with the gun pointed at his head. He freezes and his eyes widen as he looks up at me.
“You won’t do it,” he sneers.
“Want to bet?” I retort, but I’m unsure if I can pull the trigger. I hate him, detest him. He ruined my life so many times, and he’s the thing I fear most, but could I really kill someone?
Weak. So fucking weak.
It’s Meredith’s voice.
Blair bear!
Lucas?
It’s okay, pumpkin, you can do this.
Dad?
I stare into Mr. Andrews’ eyes as their voices fill my head. I know deep down it’s a bad sign for my injury, but it’s comforting for a moment.
“You won’t, and then I’ll kill them all, and you will have no choice. I’ll take you with me.”
Red, blue, green.
Red, blue, green.
Red, blue, green.
“You are mine!” he roars, trying to get to his feet.
Fuck the colours. They don’t work.
Only stopping him will fix this.
“You won’t ever touch me again!” I yell, gripping the gun tighter. “Not again. Do you even remember their names?” He frowns, and I press the gun to his head. “The names of my friends you killed,” I clarify.
“They were nothing!”
“They were innocent! They were your students! They were good, caring people! They died simply because they loved me! Their names!” I scream.
“I don’t remember!” he admits.
