“You’re hurting. You want something to take it out on. If you want to hurt me, then do it.” Those are the only words he said as he started at me, black opals shining in the light. The brown of his eyes were lost in the black.
“Hurt you? Who do you think I am?” I stood, pushing him back and away from me. I couldn’t handle the closeness right then. I couldn’t handle anything. I lied and said I had a grasp on things, but we both knew I didn’t.
“You’re Bree fucking Forbes. You’re having a meltdown, now pummel me to the ground. Work out this fucking anger and sadness,” he growled. He was feeding off me. I gritted my teeth, looking him straight in the eyes.
“You’re feeding off me, using me. You’re as bad as they are,” I said, taking the steps needed to get in his face. I felt his hot breath against my cheek, but I didn’t care. If I were broken, I didn’t want to be alone in the act.
“Stop twisting this into something it isn’t,” he seethed, anger just on the surface of overflowing.
“Oh, but it is. Twisting it would have to make it untrue. You knew, didn’t you? You knew all along?” I growled, smacking his face with the side of my hand. Bubbles of anger simmered within me.
His jaw clenched as he ground his teeth together. One of his hands snaked out, gripping my hair. It pulled tightly against my scalp, and I hissed, releasing a bit of pain. Leaning into my face, he tilted me up to look at him.
“Never accuse me of doing or knowing something you damn well know I could never keep from you.” His tone was off the rails, animalistic by nature.
Leaning even closer to him, almost causing our lips to touch, I said, “I didn’t accuse you of shit. I stated a fact!” The words spat from my mouth, and the second they left it, I was flying. For one moment, I was freighted. My body was airborne, and as I landed on the bed with precision, my breaths came in as pants and my chest heaved with anger.
“How dare you!” I growled, trying to get up but was only able to make it a foot before Zerro’s body leaned over mine, trapping me.
“Were going to play a game, Bree. We’re going to get rid of all of this anger, and the best way I see fit is to fuck. So tell me—top or bottom?”
Zerro
Her body quivered with a need for release. It wasn’t just the sex though; this was the mental kind of release. Her breakdown was coming, and it wasn’t going to be anything like when you came during sex.
“Get the fuck away from me.” She hissed like a cat. She reminded me of a trapped animal. Her eyes were empty and her anger was coming forth. You know what it’s like when you’re caught between wanting to give up and wanting to cry, but still hold onto hope? That’s where she was.
“The only place I’m going is inside of you.” I smiled like a prick, my arms trapping her so she was unable to move. Whatever was going on inside of that pretty head of hers had nothing to do with her and me. No, it solely had to do with the information she was given.
“Tell me, Bree, what was it that pushed you over the edge the most—your mother lying to you or me killing John?” It was a low blow, and if I were to cringe, even the slightest bit, she would call my bluff, but it was the only way I knew how to get her to acknowledge it all. She squirmed beneath me, trying to run I assumed.
“How could you even bring that up, you sick bastard?”
“Or maybe it was the lies. We all know there are tons and tons of lies. Your whole life was a giant lie. No answers were ever given. How’s that feel?” I sneered.
Her fists pounded against my chest, and her legs tried every move possible to get me off her, but I wouldn’t allow her to run from this anymore.
“Learn to acknowledge the hurt and pains in your life, Bree. At least you can fucking feel them. At least your heart is still beating. DEAL WITH IT!” I all but screamed at her. Her hits became more powerful, and as I pushed more weight on her, I could hear her cries growing louder.
“She lied. She fucking lied to me. No one gave me answers. No one cared, and now I have no one.” She huffed out her words.
“So she fucking lied. What do you want to do about it?” I growled in her ear.
“I want to hate her. I want to know why she lied. One note is meant to make up for close to twenty years of lies.”
“It’s a note, Bree, not your life story. I know you want answers, but there are none to be found.” My tongue darted out, licking a path directly to her ear. She tasted like cinnamon and sugar. My mouth began to salivate.
“I want revenge, I want madness and chaos. I want people to pay.” She snarled every word with a demand.