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“You think this shit is funny, Fallon?” Joanie snarks. Fallon’s brows furrow in confusion.
Shaking her head, “What are you talking about?”
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the main attraction.
You’re probably thinking,what have you done now, Merrick? Why can’t you just be nice to Fallon? She's been through enough. Boo fucking hoo. Where would the fun be in that?
Now, stop asking stupid fucking questions and see for yourself.
“Your goddamn car has made a mess of the driveway. What in the hell were you thinking?”
“I’ve been inside all day. I have no idea what you're talking about.” Fallon defends herself.
“Don’t play stupid with me. Your little act may have worked on your father, but it won’t work with me.” Oh, dead daddy has been brought up, touchy subject. This should go over well. I smile while biting my lip.
“You dumb bitch. Hear the words coming out of my mouth. I. Haven’t. Done. Shit. To. Your. Fucking. Driveway. I’ve been upstairs with my headphones in.” Fuck, yes. I sit up and rub my hands together in anticipation.
The big reveal is coming. Just call me the next Picasso or whatever his fucking name is.
“You are truly a filthy, vulgar girl. Waste at the bottom of the bin,” Joanie insults Fallon further. Fallon doesn’t stick around to hear anymore of it. She whips past me on the stairs towards Joanie’s wing, and I follow in hot pursuit. Where in the fuck is she going? It doesn’t matter, we cannot miss a moment people, keep the cameras rolling!
I worked too fucking hard this afternoon, making it just right.
The click of the locks unlatching tells me she is heading to the second floor terrace that overlooks the front driveway. A bird’s eye fucking view. Even better.
The door slams open, bouncing off the side of the house as Fallon storms to the balcony ledge. She turns slowly, her face is beat red with nostrils flaring, “You bastard. You piece of shit. I know you’re here. You fucking coward, show yourself!” Fallon glares around, casting her eyes to find me.
Joanie walks out with a smirk on her face.
“Daddy won’t save you now, sweetheart. You are done. You think I haven’t noticed your sudden interest in the cemetery? The library and the missing books? This will seal your coffin, destroying the place. Their home. They will never want you. You are nothing more than a disrespectful, spoiled little bitch! Even your father died to get away from you.”
Yes, Joanie, and I drove off a fucking bridge to get away from you. What’s the old saying about stones and glasshouses, Joanie?
This, what Joanie just said, pushes Fallon over the edge. Her face goes even redder, her chest is heaving, and she’s clenching her fists. She’s going to punch Joanie. Fuck, this is going better than I could have ever imagined.
Before Fallon can act on her anger, Joanie shocks the shit out of both of us. Walking up to Fallon, she tightly grabs onto her ponytail and pulls it down so Fallon’s head follows. Joanie looks down at her and whispers, “You ungrateful bitch,” then slaps her across the face. The crack of her palm connecting with Fallon’s cheek reverberates in the small space. A murderous shriek comes from Fallon’s mouth when Joanie tightens her grip on Fallon’s hair.
I did not think this would escalate the way it did.
Screw it.
Walking up to Joanie, I wrap my hand around her throat, forcing her backward, and she lets go of Fallon. I squeeze tighter and she reaches up to her neck in a desperate attempt to remove my hand, but it won’t work. Pushing her back until we reach the edge where the black iron bars wrap around the balcony, I lift her off the ground and her legs kick out in the air, tears streaming down her face.
Fallon rushes toward me; she knows I could very well kill Joanie right now. When she gets to me, I push her back with my other arm. The force shoots her backwards where she falls into the floor to ceiling windows lining the area, and her head bounces off the glass paneling. Fallon holds the back of her head with a scowl on her face. Her eyes look sad, like she’s hurt. I don’t have time to focus on her right now. If I had blood, it would be boiling.
I glance once more at Fallon, checking that she’s alright.
Focusing back on Joanie, I finally show myself. If my hand wasn’t cutting off her air, she’d gasp in shock. I have her hanging over the balcony with nothing but stone to catch her twenty feet below. The only thing stopping her from falling to her death is me.
Now, before you say it… I know. I’m so strong and manly, holding her life in my fucking hands. About time. In my opinion, being a ghost has its perks.
Too bad now is not her time. That honor is reserved for Fallon, who more than fucking deserves the privilege.
“Touch her again, and I’ll drop you. Talk to her again, and I’ll drop you. Don’t go fucking near her. Understood?” Joanie is losing strength. I can feel her growing weaker with each slap against my arm.
“Nod your fucking head. Do you understand? Don’t make this so easy. Because I will fucking drop you.” I shout at her, and she nods twice with wide eyes.
Hoisting her back over the railing, I drop her to the floor in front of me, and it takes all my willpower not to make her lick my boots as well. To make her feel worthless. My cock hardens at the thought of it.
