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He keeps going, though. “Breaking you even from the grave will be my greatest victory of all time. Just like I break Keneth every single time I hurt you.”
“Shut up!” The scream tears out of my throat, and all thoughts are gone. Just deep rage remains to destroy a threat to the only person I love and punish the one who killed my father. I grab the knife from the table near the fruit and yell again, “Shut up.”
His eyes widen, and he takes several steps back, his glass dropping to the floor. I rush toward him and stab the knife deep into his stomach. His shocked gasp sticks between us, and I take the knife out, sending him flying on the bed.
All I can see right now is a murderer, a person who hurt me and now threatens my sister. Wishing for someone to rape her.
He doesn’t deserve to live.
I stab him again, and again, and again.
The blood pours from different wounds, soaking the bed underneath us while rock music blasts. A weird high swipes over me, seeing the hurt and fear in his eyes while his actions catch up with him.
He thrashes in my hold, whimpering. I deliver more stabs instead of stopping, loving how easily the knife dips into flesh, producing more blood.
I clamp his mouth shut, annoyed with the sounds he makes, and raise my knife, hurting him in the throat and hitting an artery as more blood pours, smearing my hands and clothes in it while I shout, “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” I don’t want to hear a single fucking word from this monster again. He needs to shut up forever!
That’s when my best friend’s voice penetrates through the fog. “Octavius, no. Stop!” Florian lunges for me, yelling, “Stop!” He tries to catch my elbow, but I push him to the side, and he loses his balance, dropping on his ass by the bed and groaning.
Remi rushes in next, wraps his arms around my shoulders, and pulls me back, trying to separate our bodies, but no fucking way. Wayne might stay alive, and I can’t allow that.
He’s a threat to all my loved ones, and I’ve had enough of losing to him all my life.
I spin around, kneeling above Wayne, and swing the knife at Remi without thinking, just wanting to keep him away. He hisses and jumps to the side when I slice his arm, joining Florian on the floor.
They’re my best friends, but right now, they’re trying to stand between me and Wayne. No fucking way.
Estella and I will never know peace while he’s alive.
I go back to stabbing my cousin, continuing to chant, “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” His body is lifeless underneath me, eyes rolled back, and the beast inside me roars in satisfaction.
Finally, he cannot speak!
“You’re killing him! Fucking stop, Octavius!” Florian traps my arm, trying to drag me to the side, but it has zero effect on me, and I shake him off yet again.
And that’s when Santiago comes from a different angle, catching my wrist as I lift it, the knife dripping blood between us. Santiago’s hollow blue eyes meet mine, glassed over with fury.
I jerk in his hold, ready to deliver another blow to the son of a bitch, when Santiago pulls his arm back and punches me hard in the face.
And with that, everything inside me goes still as I start to breathe hard, the haze and rage consuming me slowly dying. I stumble back, dropping on the floor to my knees. The knife slips from my fingers, landing on the floor with a loud clatter.
Florian slides toward me and places his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it roughly while chaos erupts inside me.
I stare into space, my chest rising and falling with each breath that’s heavier and heavier. My palms on the marble leave bloody prints.
Although I see everything, it’s like my mind is blank, and I barely remember what I’ve just done. Santiago crouches in front of Remi and asks him, “You okay?” Remi nods, glancing over his shoulder at us before shifting his focus behind me.
“He’s dead,” Santiago tells him.
Remi smirks and spits to the side. “Good fucking riddance.”
Tearing away a piece of his shirt, he presses it to the cut while Santiago just watches him in disbelief. His brow lifts in surprise, and noticing it, Remi whispers, “You’re not the only one with secrets, amigo.”
“What are we gonna do now?” Florian asks calmly, patting my back as I sit on the floor and hug my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth, still in a trance.
They are all here, and they all talk, yet I don’t understand what’s going on. What have I done? Why is there blood all over me? Why is everyone so tense and agitated?
My headache intensifies, and I wince, the pain almost unbearable.
