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“Oh, you’re on a date? How predictable. I should have known something was up with you when you were so willing to fuck on the first night,” he replies angrily. “You might think you’re pretty cute and innocent, but you’re not. You’re just as bad as those girls you kept bitching about.”
I can’t see Eric inside anymore, and I didn’t think I’d ever feel so desperate to see him again. Even if he got angry at me for being entangled with Ruslan in the first place, I’d have the chance to find safety.
If Ruslan doesn’t leave soon, there could be dire consequences for everyone involved.
16
Ruslan
Ican’t believe how naive I was to assume Vera was innocent.
Seeing her here less than twenty-four hours after my brother’s death only proves that she’s been following my every move for quite some time. Whether or not Johan set her up to this, I still don’t know, but I’m about to do whatever it takes to find out.
“Please leave, you’re making another huge mistake,” she pleads, pressing herself into the passenger door as if she could phase through it. “You still have time before he gets back.”
I’m insulted that she would expect me to back down against her college-aged, snot-nosed boyfriend. In fact, the only thing I want right now is to prove to him that I fucked her better than he ever has.
“The fact that you’re so fucking scared of me just proves me right. You know exactly what you did, and I’m going to make sure that you go down for it along with everyone else. I’m going to burn your life to the fucking ground.”
Her face is white as cocaine, the shadows of her makeup contrasting in a sickly, washed-out manner. I can practically hear her heart beating out of her chest, which only reinforces my belief that she’s been caught red-handed.
“Ruslan, I’m begging you. Please just leave. Go home and think this through. Whatever it is you’re upset about, I swear on my life I had nothing to do with it,” she continues as she begins to cry.
I’ve been possessed by something. I’ve never felt this volatile combination of blind rage and nihilistic recklessness before. There have been plenty of opportunities for me to have experienced this, but none of them have ever come close to how I feel now.
“Who was here when I was fucking you in the barn? What was happening here when you were trying to distract me? This is as much your fault as theirs,” I bark.
She doesn’t even have anything to say anymore. She’s so consumed by the shock of being caught that she’s lost for words. I should have expected so, but I really thought she’d have a better cover story.
The fact that she even told me she was on a date is just another excuse to divert my attention away from Misha’s death. I can’t believe she’d be so selfish and obsessed with preserving her ego.
“You really think that I’m supposed to fold just because you’re crying? My brother is dead,” I growl. “My brother is dead and it’s your fault.”
Her eyes snap open as tears continue to gush down her reddened cheeks. “Wait, what are you talking about? Ruslan, I’m–”
Before she can finish her sentence, I decide that I’ve spent enough time trying to interrogate her. I need to shift my methods a bit.
I find the key to the car in the ignition, which only goes to show me just how stupid and immature Vera’s boyfriend is. Someone who would leave their keys in a car like this, even with their girlfriend still inside, is a fucking idiot.
I’m shocked that someone would even bring a car like this to a Seven-Eleven, especially after looking around at the potholes and trash lying around the perimeter of the building. It’s not like the gas is cheaper here than it is a half-mile north where all the other rich kids go.
I grab the clutch, feeling a rush unlike anything else as I click it into place.
Vera screams as I jerk the car into reverse, backing into a dumpster before shifting to drive.
As soon as I take off across the parking lot, a scrawny blond prick walks out of the gas station directly in front of me.
However, I don’t brake.
I ram right into him, sending him over the hood as he rolls up the windshield and off the side of the car.
Vera screams so loud that I’m momentarily snapped out of my vengeful haze.
But it’s too late now.
“What the fuck! Stop it! Jesus fucking Christ, Ruslan! He might be dead!” she shrieks.
I glance behind just as I’m about to turn out of the parking lot. The guy I hit is lying motionless on the pavement, just like my brother was while I was fucking this whore. The fact that I might have just taken something precious from Vera gives me a sick sense of satisfaction in the wake of my own loss.
