Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 91064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Conor’s words.
“You need to talk about it with someone. If you keep holding it inside, it’s just going to keep poisoning you. Making you sick. I know you think I’m stupid. But I know better than anyone.”
“Stop talking,” I say and it’s the third time I’ve said it and most are lucky enough to get one warning.
But Conor doesn’t heed my words. He doesn’t understand what he’s unleashing right now. It’s rising up inside of me like a volcano.
“Don’t you want to get better?” he asks.
And I don’t want to get better, I want to fucking murder him.
I reach for the knife on my thigh, but it isn’t there. Because Rory took it from me last night. He took my power. The way that they all do.
I lunge at Conor anyway, prepared to go at him with my bare hands.
He puts me in a choke hold I never saw coming.
“Mack’s been teaching me,” he says.
“Let go of me!” I scream.
My voice is raw and my breath is gone and when he hears it, he does fucking listen this time. And now he’s staring at me. Judging me. And even worse. Pitying me.
“You need to leave.”
“Okay.” He holds up his hands and tells me he’s sorry and he didn’t know.
“I’ll leave,” he says.
But he doesn’t.
“There’s just one thing I need to say first.”
I don’t encourage him, but I underestimated Conor. He’s young, and he’s not as tough as the other guys, but he is stubborn.
“Rory saved me,” he tells me. “I owe him everything. I was a lot like you when he met me and I had a whole lot of nothing going on for me. But now I have everything. Because of him. So it has to be said, Scarlett. If you hurt him… I’ll rip out your cold, black heart with my own two hands.”
Ah, and there it is.
He does have a backbone. And I have some respect for him now. Who knew?
“That sounds fair,” I agree.
And I mean it.
Because I think by the time I’m done with Rory, there won’t be any good left inside of me to save.
Seventeen
Scarlett
If you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later- Lewis Carroll
Tick.
Tock.
Alexander runs down the clock.
And it’s only a matter of days now, until we meet again.
Agent douchebag probably has an alarm set on his phone for the witching hour.
Reminder:
Ruin Tenly’s life. Again.
Four days have come and gone and only one of them is dead because I was too busy cavorting with Rory rather than doing what needed to be done.
It isn’t like me to be so scattered.
Perhaps it was over ambitious of me.
Or perhaps, it’s something else.
There’s a bottle of Jack beside me, and a pervasive insistence that this all Rory’s fault. I was so drunk on the idea of him killing Ethan that I was blind to it.
I was supposed to kill Ethan.
Not only did I not kill Ethan, but I ran straight into Rory’s arms and fell into his bed like some sort of grateful twat.
Who does that? I mean really… who fucking does that?
That line inside of me is going berserk and I’m drunk and I can’t tell left from right anymore.
My living room is a junkyard of paperwork and news articles. Nothing is going to plan and as it turns out, it’s difficult to wage war when your army now only consists of one.
Plan B wasn’t in the cards.
There isn’t a plan B.
But exceptions are made for a reason. I’d rather crawl through a bed of broken glass than admit to Rory I need his help.
He doesn’t want to help me. He wants to save me.
And I can’t be second guessing myself.
They wronged me.
If I don’t make it right, then it’ll be my body in a dumpster by week’s end. These are the facts.
I can be the cat or the mouse.
And I’m a fucking cat.
I tell Whiskey so and I swear the little fucker rolls his eyes.
“Three days, Whiskey,” I say. “Don’t underestimate me. A lot can happen in three days.”
He walks to the door and even he doesn’t want to be in my army.
So I call the one person that will.
If I was capable of trusting anyone, Mack would be at the top of the list.
She was only a kid when I saved her ass on the streets. It was a once off I told her. She didn’t listen. Her and her friend Talia followed me around like strays and asked to join my pack. There was no pack, I said, because I was a lone wolf. Mack said that we should be lone wolves together then, and I told her that’s just another way of forming a pack. She insisted it really wasn’t and eventually I got tired and Mack formed the fucking pack and that’s what happens when you help people.