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“One, two, three, four, five,” I sing-song. “You’re not leaving here alive.”
The knife digs into his shoulder, blood spurting. His cries of pain feed a hunger deep inside me. I can’t wait to hear more.
“Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, no more blood through your veins.” I drag the knife from his shoulder all the way to his wrist. “This one doesn’t really rhyme, does it?”
“Please,” he whimpers. “Please, please…”
I keep whistling to myself, bobbing my head. “One, two, three. There’s no need to plea.”
This time, I stab the knife in his chest. “Four, five, six. Love how your blood drips.”
He tries to grab my wrist, and it takes all of me not to scream. I calmly say, “Don’t touch me.”
But then I lose it. Because why would he touch me?
I stab him in the throat. “Don’t.”Again. “Fucking.”Again. “Touch.”And again. “Me.”
He bleeds to death quickly. Too quickly.
“You ruined the game,” I sigh, unimpressed by the corpse in front of me. “You’re not even fun.”
17
JADE
RUN UP! - iamjakehill, Josh A
Elliot: I’m going to find you, and I’m going to put you on a leash, baby. That’s what you deserve.
My lip curls in annoyance. Can’t a girl enjoy her win in peace? I make my way to my car, only to be stopped by a wave of bright pink and blonde hair.
“Jade!” Oh, that sweet as fuck voice is annoying. “You were amazing out there.”
I stare at Xi’s girlfriend with a cocked eyebrow. I look around for him, sure that he’s going to jump me anytime.
A poised smile settles on her lips. “He’s not here. I’m with a friend.”
“Your boyfriend approved of you coming to an illegal race?”
"God no,” she snorts. “I’d be in serious trouble if he knew I was here.” She extends her hand. “My name is Alex, by the way. I didn’t get to introduce myself when we met.”
Shaking my head, I ignore her hand. “Go home, Barbie.”
I walk past her, but she walks with me. “I just wanted…I wanted to check that you’re okay after what happened at our house.”
I stop and slowly turn to her. “Are you? No one broke into my house and threatened me.”
Her mouth twists in a sorry smile. “No, but Xi told me everything. You ran away from the North Shore, and now they brought you back. It can’t be good.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Why do you care? I don’t need your pity.”
“’Cause she’s naïve like that,” another voice says.
I know this girl. I’ve seen her places before, I’m sure of it. Crazy tall, eyes the color of a night sky, long ink-black hair. She’s got the same kind of eyes as me, an almond shape that makes her look like a cat about to hiss in your face.
She’s wearing a leather jacket on top of a gray hoodie and some black skinny jeans. The complete opposite of Barbie’s pink, flowery dress.
They don’t look like they should be friends.
