Page 44 of Ricochet
“What happened?” he asked in a calm voice, but I knew him. He was furious. It was his I-am-about-to-fuck-you-up voice, I just wasn’t too sure if he wanted to fuckmeup, or the man I already fucked up.
“Your dog here,” I looked toward the guard who seemed to start losing consciousness, “thought it would be a good idea to show me how he treats girls. Or wait, what was that he called me? Ah yes, a whore. So, I decided to bite his dick off. You know, to show him what this whore can actually do to him.”
He walked toward me and started smearing the blood on my cheek. “Jake,” his eyes focused on me, “is this true?”
Not that Jake answered him. He was too busy fainting with his dick bleeding out.
“Call the doctor, Tris. I’ll deal with him later.”
Could I be there to watch at least? Maybe he could join him, seeing as both of them were cut from the same cloth. Such a fucking hypocrite.
My demons were singing loudly, wanting to play, begging to be released. There was one demon who called to my personal hell. Just like a moth to the flame, there was something inside of me that would always be attracted to this asshole.
Even when I wanted to strangle him.
Why was it that the thing we wanted the most, was the same thing that could destroy us?
“What are you going to do?” I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, even when Tristan started talking again. “I am not leaving you withher.”
I mean, seriously Tristan? I was quite literally tied to the bedpost. Harmless little girl.
“Kieran?”
My focus was solely on him, as he started pulling my shirt lower, covering my stomach.
“I am going to play, Brother.”
Violent endings and violent beginnings.A disaster none of us could’ve predicted. Had I known the monster swirling in the pits of her soul, I would’ve never given her my everything.
I thought we would have a happy ending.
I thought she would be the one. I opened my soul to her, was so consumed by all this love I felt for her, and the only thing she gave me in return was sorrow and pain. I gave her my soul, my heart, and I would’ve given her my life. But she didn’t want it.
She chose to betray me in the worst way possible. She chose to rip away everything from me.
I thought our love was strong, that it could withstand everything they were throwing at us. I thought nothing and no one would be able to destroy it.
Not a man.
Not a woman.
And certainly not death.
But I forgot who she was. I never even realized that she would be our ultimate demise, our destruction. I was so consumed by her, by the love I felt, and when the flames went out, the love I felt burned me from the inside out, until the only things left were ashes and hatred.
Hate.
Love.
Hate.
Love.
When did the lines get so blurred? Was it when she put that knife into Ava’s stomach, or did we start hating each other long before, thinking it was love? I could only blame myself, because all the warning signs were there. Everything I should’ve paid attention to was there, but I was too blind to see them.
I ignored all of the warning signs, thinking I could save her from this shitshow. But Ophelia didn’t need saving. No, she needed to die. She needed to be tortured, broken and thrown away. You can’t save a person who didn’t want to be saved. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and she was truly her father’s daughter. A murderous, traitorous bitch.
Everything I needed to know was always there, I just never wanted to hear what everybody else was saying. Love makes you blind. It makes you weak, because the only thing you can see, the only person you think you can trust, is the one holding your heart in their hands. And she held mine.
