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“She’ll see that someone she let close to her is a monster. You don't actually see this ending well for you, do you?” I looked at her again. “Why did you take her? Why hurt her?”
“It wasn’t for her! I wanted to solve theyouproblem I found myself with.” He aimed the gun at me, but his nervous system was shot, and his hands twitched wildly.
“Well, there’s your answer, idiot.” It wasn’t wise to push him, but I didn’t have any other options besides accepting the situation. “You drugged my drink with enough shit to take me out. Newsflash,again, Bexley is half my fucking size. No wonder she isn’t awake yet.”
“Why would she share a drink with you? She wouldn’t take mine!” His hands flew up and pressed against his temples. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be!” he yelled, but it wasn’t angry. There was hurt, and pain was laced in it.Prick.
“Because she trusts me, Brent. I don’t go around killing pretty girls that look like her. I listen to her, I learn what she likes and wants, and I make her feel safe.” I kept my tone level.
Brent was at a tipping point and this night was barreling around a blind curve. He walked into the dark corner, muttering to himself and looking between Bex and the gun. I flexed against the restraint once more, but it was useless from this angle.
“Did you think she’d be okay with what you’ve done?” I asked as he continued to spiral and sink into himself.
Bex, wake up.
I need you.
Bexley
I woke up several feet from Jai who was bound in a chair. I scrambled to my knees; my body was aching. I was dirty, and so was he. Blood trickled down his split lip. His jaw was bruising, and there was a bit of stubble, too.Overnight?I couldn’t tell if the sun outside was rising or setting.
I thought back to what I could remember. The party, the drinks, the yard. Jai gave me his drink.
Jai was drugged.
I was drugged.
I looked around the room, and in a darkened corner was a crouched figure. I walked toward Jaiden, and he frantically shook his head.
“Stop there, Bex!” I heard the familiar metallic slide of a freshly loaded gun as a round chambered. I halted and looked back to a once friendly face.
“Brent,” I whispered in disbelief. “What are you doing here? Why do you have a gun?”
“I want you, Bexley. You just don’t see me. I need you, baby. I needed you to realize how well we are together. Do you see me now?”
“You killed those women?” I shouted across the empty room. Brent walked in circles, muttering to himself. He fucked up royally; surely he knew that. “You vandalized my house. You scared me!” This went beyond whatever sick fantasies he had. “Youdruggedme, Brent!”
I tried to not make sudden moves with how frantic he was becoming. Jai looked at me, stoic and strong. He was still confident we’d be okay. His eyes dropped to my stomach and then came back to mine.Gun.
I wore the pistol he made me carry after the break-in.
“You know, Bexley, this really was supposed to be sofuckingsimple. But of course, it’shim.I tried to give you chance after chance, babe. You couldn’t see how you were hurting me?” Brent wildly swung his weapon in all directions. Every time it passed over one of us, I died inside.
“Brent, I didn’t know.”
“You say that!” he screamed, and his body started to shake with how angry he was getting. “You know, it’s funny.” His voice lowered while his body raged. “You say that, and yet the way you justlethim fuck you? So fucking easy? Even if you did know, you would’ve chosen him!” he shouted again. The echo of his voice bounced through the empty and decayed room. “You would still have a decent standing in society with me.”
“Brent, there’s nothing wrong with either of us, okay? I’m still me. I’m still a daughter. I’m still a friend to so many people.” It was my last-ditch effort for him to see me as a person again.
“No, we’re perfect. But him,” he said, raising the gun at Jaiden. “He’s the fucking problem.”
“He’s not a problem, Brent. He’s Jaiden. He’s our friend.” I lifted my shirt and pulled the gun from the concealed band. I aimed it at Brent who was zeroed in on Jai like a crazed animal.
“He has to go, Bexley.” His fingers squeezed the trigger. Without hesitation, I fired back. I kept shooting until the gun was empty and the only sounds were my cries. I dropped the gun.
Brent wasn’t moving on the floor with a growing puddle of red.
I ran to Jaiden; my hands shook as I pulled on the rope. He was groaning as the blood pooled on his shirt by his chest. It bled heavily and he breathed in fast.
