Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“The bitches are losing their shit back in the cabins. Saffie is hiding in her room. She wasn’t great after coming home from school, and now she’s hunkered up under her desk believing people are coming for her.” My stomach coiled. She was the one person I never wanted to scare. The darkness began to dig into my bones, infecting the marrow. Everything inside me was becoming tinged with blackness. But I hung on to her face in my mind’s eye. I hung on to her with everything I had.
AK kneeled down beside me. He put his hand on my shoulder where Slash’s hand had recently been. “Listen, kid, I know you’re in a bad place. Fucking talk to me, let me help—” I shrugged off his hand. That was where Slash put his. Where the damn darkness touched me, placing its heavy hand on me, weighing me the fuck down. AK was better than that. I didn’t want him to catch the darkness. I wanted him to understand that, but I couldn’t find the words, couldn’t form the sentences on my tongue. When I met his eyes, I tried to appeal for his help. Instead, I saw him give up. I saw the tired look he gave me. Like he was fucking done.
Getting to his feet, he turned to Flame and Viking. “I’ll tell Madds and Phebe it was just Ash fucking around.” He nodded to Vike. “You tell Styx it was a false alarm and to hold back the fucking troops.” AK glanced at me over his shoulder. “Leave the kid out of it. No need to make the prez even more pissed at him. I’ll try and reason with Ash when he’s sobered up.”
AK and Vike walked away, into the forest. I stared out over the trees again, waiting for the ghosts to rise. I momentarily closed my eyes, resting my head against the trunk. I heard someone moving beside me. When I opened my eyes, Flame was standing over me, gaze fixed on the trunk above my head, not my eyes. Never my eyes. No, I wasn’t worthy of that yet. “You made Maddie scared,” he said, his voice lacking any kind of tone, as always. I didn’t say shit. What was the point? Flame was as fucking lost as I was. He was just doing what AK probably told him to do. Scold me. Fucking lecture me back into line.
“She’s having a baby. She’s not allowed to get scared or stressed.” Flame pushed his hands through his hair. Even fucked off my face I could see his nostrils flaring and his neck cording. He was falling toward hell, and quick. Snapping his head to me, he demanded, “You need to stop. Just fucking stop. She can’t die. I can’t let her die. This shit will make her sick.”
I knew I should’ve felt sorry for him. I knew how he was. I fucking saw him falling into a shit pit, digging his nails into his arms any chance he got. But I was already there. And I couldn’t find the energy to give a fuck.
“Great talk, Flame. Real inspiring,” I said sarcastically and as always, I saw no expression on his face in response. I knew he didn’t get sarcasm, that he took almost everything literally. Flame stopped dead, tipping his head to the side, trying to understand my response. His black eyes looked demonic in the moonlight. I had the same eyes. I wondered if mine looked that way too.
“Just fucking stop,” he hissed and fisted his hands at his sides. “Stop the fucking drinking. Go to school. Stop making Maddie sad.” I couldn’t take my eyes off his fists. “Stop making her stressed.”
He was fucking me off. His words were making me pissed. Pushing to my feet, the bark from the tree behind scraping my back, I lumbered over to my brother. Pointing to his fists, I said, “Looking just like someone we both knew, brother.” I spoke the words harshly. Flame frowned. I knew he wouldn’t understand. “You gonna hit me, Josiah?” At the use of his real name, my brother’s eyes lit with agony and he flinched. I wanted to stop, to shut my fucking mouth. The morsel of life remaining in my dying heart told me to fucking stop and just let shit go. But the darkness taking command led me on, made sure I saw this out. “You gonna fuck me up, and then throw me in a cellar? Make sure I learn my fucking lesson, huh? Is that what you’re gonna do, Poppa?”
Like I’d fucking plowed a crowbar into his stomach, Flame staggered back. My legs went fucking weak at the sight, but I kept my chin up high. I’d never cared that Flame was different. Never cared I couldn’t talk to him like normal brothers could. But right now I fucking cared. I wanted him to see that I was dying inside, that I was on the fast train to hell and I needed him to fucking realize it and save me. But in response to his silence, and as if I was being controlled by a sadistic puppet master, I lifted my shirt, showing the scars our poppa sliced into my flesh. “You gonna give me more?” Flame didn’t speak, just stared at me. But his eyes were no longer filled with fire. They were fucking blank. Like he’d shut down inside, disappeared into his head and away from me and my fucking lethal tongue.