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I’m sure there’s a very reasonable explanation for all of it. But that isn’t exactly how my brain is wired.
Reid, I’m not overly concerned about. It’s not the first, and probably won’t be the last, time he’s uncontactable. Doing the shit we do, sometimes you need to fall off the grid for a little bit.
Ellis could probably find him for me. But it’s not his disappearance that’s making my skin crawl.
It’s Alana’s.
I knew letting Mav out of the basement was a risk. Even more so leaving the doors unlocked.
There was every chance that they’d leave at the first opportunity. But with every hour that passed, the risk of that happening lessened.
Reid let Mav in and told him about the plan to take down their fathers. Mav lowered his walls when it came to being intimate with Alana and pushed their relationship to the next level, or maybe even a few levels after what we all did together.
I guess, I just stopped thinking that it would come to an end, that she would leave me.
They always leave…
Abandoning my cell on the nightstand, I march through to my bathroom and turn the shower on, twisting the temperature dial as high as it’ll go.
While I wait for steam to fill the room, I stand at the basin and force myself to look into my own eyes.
“She’ll be back,” I tell myself, trying not to notice the dark shadows in my eyes.
But the longer I stand there trying to convince myself of that fact, the less optimistic I feel.
Something is wrong. I feel it right to the very core of my being.
It’s a feeling I’ve felt before, and one that I never wanted to feel again.
Loss. Grief.
Desperation.
Curling my fingers around the countertop, I tighten my grip until it hurts.
That little bit of pain shoots up my arm, banishing the ants.
But the relief is short-lived because the second I let go, they’re back with a vengeance.
“FUCK,” I roar, my deep voice bouncing off the walls around me before I spin around and plant my fist in the tiles.
The crack of the ceramic, and possible bone, echoes around me. But it doesn’t stop me from doing it again, and again.
Blood covers the light gray tiles and drips to the floor from my knuckles.
But the pain is so good.
So. Fucking. Good.
I continue until I can barely breathe. My chest heaves, but my lungs don’t seem to pull any air in.
Crashing forward, I rest my brow against my raised arm and stare at the mess I’ve made.
I should feel regret.
But only the need for more rages within me.
More blood, more pain.
