Page 91 of Oblivion
“Sunshine,” he whimpered, his hand landing on my shoulder, but I shook him off, unable to bear his touch.
“I am Baba Yaga for you now,” I murmured, pulling back. “Don’t you forget that.”
“I-I,” he stammered.
“I am expecting to have my phone and all my belongings delivered to me in the next hour, Storm. If they’re not there, you’re going to have one less member in the club.”
I stepped backward, creating the distance between us, and threw the mic at him.
“This is going to be so much fun, Stormy.” I laughed. “So much fucking fun.”
I turned around and started going down the small set of stairs, seeing the steam coming off one of the barbeques that was placed close to the stage, and I strolled right there. I hadn’t had breakfast, and if these people thought that they could control me, or that they could keep me locked up, they should rethink their strategy.
I stopped in front of the barbeque where the hot dogs were getting prepared, when someone from behind pushed me, almost making me fall on top of the boiling surface.
Turning around, I saw Nova standing there, her anger evident on her face.
“You can’t talk to him like that!” she screeched, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “You are nothing, Ophelia. Nothing!”
“Did you just push me?” I asked calmly.
“Yes! I should’ve pushed you harder.”
Ava often talked about the people who were all bark but no bite, and Nova… Nova was one of them. I could feel her hatred for me coming in waves, clouding her vision. I could feel the others looking at us, and there was no fucking way I could let this go.
I wasn’t keeping the peace anymore. I wasn’t pretending I was a peaceful person anymore.
Turning toward the barbeque and the scared face of a boy who couldn’t have been more than sixteen who manned the station, my eyes zeroed in on the long knife lying right on top of the table, glinting under the afternoon sun. In a second, my hand wrapped around the black handle, and before Nova or anybody else could react, I turned toward her and came closer, pushing her down to the ground.
Her screams echoed around me, her lips moving, but I couldn’t hear a word from the pounding in my ears.
“I thought I made myself clear,shlyukha.” I grinned as her eyes widened, recognizing the word. She could pretend she was American, but she understood Russian just like I did. “Ty deystvitel'no dumala, chto ya pozvolyu etomu uyti, Natalia?” I asked her. Did she really think I would let this go?
Her lower lip trembled when I used her real name, but she never answered, too careful to keep her cover.
“Ya znayu vse.” I chuckled, pressing the tip of the blade to her throat. “I know everything, Nova. But I thought you would be a lot more skilled, darling,” I hummed. “I guess not.”
“Storm!” she yelled out. “Help me!”
Her eyes filled with tears, fueling my rage toward her and him. I moved the knife from her throat, toward her chin, and all the way to her lips, leaving behind red angry marks on her perfect, pale skin.
“He can’t help you now.” I grinned. “None of them can.”
“Ophelia!” Storm thundered, coming down the stage. I pressed my hips harder onto Nova, keeping her pinned down. “Get off her.”
“I’m not one of your guys, Stormy.” I looked up at him, keeping one hand in her hair, holding her down on the ground. “You can’t order me around.”
“You’re in my house!” he yelled out, coming closer to us.
“Ah, ah, ah.” I grinned as he came even closer. “One more step and your darling little girlfriend dies, Stormy.”
“Ophelia, please,” he said, pleading with me. “Let her go. She won’t do the same thing again.”
“Oh, I know she won’t,” I murmured, pressing the blade into her lower lip, cutting the first layer of the skin. Her painful whimper echoed around us, around the crowd gathered on all sides.
“This is not you,” Storm argued. “This isn’t who you are.”
“This is exactly who I am, Storm. This is exactly who you said I was. I’m just showing it to you. I’m just showing my true face.”
