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Nokosi looks at a loss for words, understandable. This is a lot to take in.
“Oh my God… this day just won’t fucking end,” he whispers and gulps audibly. “Look, Willow… your sister is sick. She needs you.”
“I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT MY SISTER!” I yell at him, annoyed that he’s even thinking about her after what I’ve done for him. “My sister has everything. She has her life, money, the guy I want, friends… well, that last part is debatable, strength and energy to do things every fucking day.”
“Is that what this is about?” he asks, shocked. “You want me? You did this because you thought it would make me love you?”
“He abused you,” I yell, pulling the gun from the back of my pants and pointing it at Deacon. “He abused you for years. Don’t you want revenge? Look at this room. Nobody will ever know what we did.”
“Willow, I don’t want to kill anybody. I just want a long and quiet life. Okay? I don’t want this on my conscience, I don’t have the stomach for it. If you truly love me, you won’t force me into this.”
Okay… I suppose he sort of has a point.
“Fine, turn around,” I say firmly with a shrug of my shoulders. “I’ll do it. He’s not leaving here alive. He’s a pedophile and I’m sort of what you call a… vigilante, rapist-pedo hunter. Cool, right?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Nok asks, gripping his head with his hands, looking at me with wild eyes. “Let’s just put the gun down and go and find Lilith. She’s really fucking—”
I push the barrel of the gun against his mouth, enraged at the sound of that bitch’s name.
“DON’T SPEAK ABOUT MY SISTER!” My teeth are bared, I’m really fucking mad. I need to calm down.
Nokosi raises his hands but shows no fear. He’s so brave.
“You love her so fucking much, but you don’t know what she’s done or why you two met to begin with,” I hiss, taking deep breaths. Officer Deacon screams for help again so I hit him around the temple and scream, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He immediately goes silent with a whimper.
Much better.
“You think she’s so innocent?” I ask Nokosi whose hands are still raised, and eyes are on me. “Yep, sweet Nokosi… you were scouted by my sister for me. Do you recall her trying to entice you to do things to her that could be considered rapey?” He doesn’t answer. I don’t care. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I press a kiss against his unresponsive lips, standing on my tiptoes to do so. The plastic sheeting crackles under my movements.
I then walk over to Deacon who flinches, and I lift his wifebeater, showing the star-shaped burn on his rounded beer gut.
“Oh God,” Nokosi chokes. “No.”
“I normally heat a knife, or something sharp and burn draw the sigil into their flesh, but I just held his badge over an open flame and pressed it against his skin. Cool, right? He screamed and screamed. Not good when you have neighbors. I had to hit him a few times, but we managed it in the end. Look at it.”
“You’re dying, you’re weak… you couldn’t have killed all of those innocent people.”
“They were rapists and murderers and disgusting arrogant PIGS!” I sneer, pressing the barrel of the gun into the blistering burn on the older man’s stomach. He cries.
I love it when they lament as I torture them.
“You don’t know that, Willow. Arrogance doesn’t mean they were bad.”
“Male means bad,” I respond darkly, turning again to look at him. “All men are vile fucking pigs. You have no idea what they did to us.” I laugh lightly. “Or maybe you do? Because that’s what he did, isn’t it? He fucked you, made you think you were enjoying it when really it was destroying your soul.”
“I’m not destroyed,” he insists. “I’m strong. I survived. I’m okay. Look at me. I’m not damaged.”
“Yes, you are,” I say, raising the barrel of the gun again and pointing it right at the sobbing officer’s eye. “And I’m going to end your pain by ending him.”
“Don’t, Willow… Lilith is dying, she has the same tumor as you. She needs you!”
My lips part as a new wave of pain floods through me. “What?”
“That’s why she’s in the hospital,” he explains, taking a step towards me. “She collapsed. She’s really sick.” His eyes fill with tears despite everything I just said about her.
“You really do love her, don’t you? Even knowing what she did? What she came to do?”
He looks away, at the man behind me who is still shouting for help through the rag. Or trying to. He’s not very smart.
“Shut up,” I snap at him again and he does so, looking at Nok for help. “Don’t you look at him, you fucking pedophile.” I raise the gun. I’m not even enraged anymore. I’m dead inside.
