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We enter the room—my haven for de-stressing. It’s been a good six months since I’ve been here, and the lingering aroma of rubber from the tires sitting against the back wall is a familiar one. Two outdated televisions sit on old stands in two separate corners, and there’s a cluttered desk in the center of the room that I intend to clear. All four walls are covered in graffiti, and sitting on a shelf is an array of paints in various forms and colors. Though, I have no plans to make art here today.
Maddox, Lev, and I frequented this depot our freshman year, because the first year here was by far the hardest.
The door closes behind us and Riley walks deeper into the room. I stroll beside her, watching her expression while she takes it all in.
“Choose your weapon,” I say, and her eyes widen when they land on the rack of golf clubs, baseball bats, and wooden boards.
Riley opts for a golf club, which is a good choice, but not as good as mine, which is a metal bat. I pat the tip of it to my palm a couple times. “Ready to break some shit, Angel?” I slip her goggles over her head and hand her a pair of gloves.
Once she’s got the strap adjusted, and she’s looking sexy as hell with those big plastic bug eyes, she gushes. “Let’s do this.”
When she put on a dress for our date, I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. Watching her destroy shit looking every bit of the angel she is, is going to be my undoing. I can see the slight hesitation in her eyes now, and it’s cute as fuck, but I take the lead, so she feels confident to enjoy herself.
Walking over to one of the televisions, I bring my bat back and swing it forward like an avenging angel. It smashes into the screen with a satisfying crunch, and the sound is music to my ears. Pieces of glass crash to the floor, shattering into a thousand shards at my feet. Then I swing the bat back and do it again, already feeling the weight of the world lifting from my shoulders.
Once the screen is completely dismantled, I step aside so Riley can partake. “Give it your best shot.”
Her nose scrunches, as if she could potentially get in trouble for this. “I just hit it?”
“No, you don’t just hit it. You smash the fuck out of it.” I raise my bat and smash it down onto the top of the screen. The vibration of the hit reverberates through my hands and up my arms.
Riley comes up beside me, takes a deep breath, then swings her club at the TV. Her eyes widen with glee, and she smiles back at me. “Damn, that felt good.”
“Right? Do it again.”
Next thing I know, she’s swinging the club left and right. Beating the fuck out of everything around us, and the sight is everything I could have ever dreamed of and more. If I thought I was swinging with the force of an avenging angel, she looks like one.
“Get mad at it, girl. Yell, scream, kick!” I egg her on, hoping she uses this opportunity to get rid of all the shit she’s been holding in.
Doing exactly what I said, she beats the TV off the stand and it crashes to the cement floor. Once it’s down, she doesn’t stop. She kicks and hits and screams. “Fuck you, you stupid TV. You’re old and ugly and I don’t like you one bit.”
Not exactly what I had in mind, but whatever works for her.
I toss my bat down and grab a tire, looping it around my arm, then I swing it back as far as I can and chuck it at the wall. “We can’t be stopped,” I scream at the top of my lungs. “We will fucking reign over The Society. Fuck every one of you Elders and your rules and your money.”
We go to town, tearing shit up. Screaming and beating inanimate objects, as if they were our own worst enemies.
“You deserved to die, you sick bastard,” Riley roars. “I’m not even a little bit sorry.”
Now we’re getting somewhere.
Before long, I’m no longer breaking shit, and I’m just watching Riley instead. She doesn't even notice I’ve stopped, just beats the hell out of anything in her path. Somehow, she’s ended up at the desk with an old adding machine under the head of her club.
“…this one’s for you, Lev. You think you have the power when you order me around, but I’m the one with the power. You need me so much more than I need you.”
I walk closer, drowning out the smashing sounds, while listening to her truth spill from her mouth.
“You should be thanking me. You said so yourself, I'm the only person who can make you feel anything at all.”
Suddenly, she stops. Her head turns slowly, sweat accumulating on her forehead. Her entire body is shaking as she tosses down the golf club.
She gulps. “How much of that did you hear?”
My eyes blink rapidly as I process her confession. “Enough.” I take a couple steps toward her when she braces herself on the desk behind her. “Did you have some sort of breakthrough with Lev?”
Saying it out loud makes it seem that much more impossible.That’s what he’s been up to.No one has been able to get through Lev’s barriers. His walls are stacked so high around him, Maddox and I were positive he’d die before he even saw the sun.
“I…I think I did.”
