Abruptly Eden froze, her muscles aching, her whole being screaming for satisfaction. Even her heart seemed to have stopped. The only thing that hadn’t was her building nausea.
What are you waiting for? She deserves it.
She shifted her stance, trying to make herself more comfortable. She tilted Lucy’s head to angle it just right, almost like an awkward teenager going in for her first kiss.
Her legs began to tremble.
No. Don’t stop. Think about Amber. You’ll be helping her.
The bathroom door handle rattled. Eden’s head jerked up, breaking her gaze with Lucy’s.
“Hey! Why’s the door locked?!” A belligerent student yelled, banging on the door. “Open up or I’m telling somebody!”
Lucy gasped for air, coming back to herself, her hands clawing into Eden’s wrist. “You freak!” she hissed.
Panic suffused Eden as sense slowly began to return. What have I done? Eden swallowed the bile that rose in her throat, her hands gripping Lucy’s head tighter.
Lucy would report Eden. Oh God.
Her pale eyes secured their hold on Lucy’s chocolate brown ones. The girl grew limp again. “Lucy, this never happened.”
“This never happened,” she replied blankly.
“I was never here.”
“You were never here.”
“Open it!” The student screeched.
Eden gulped but refused to break eye contact. Amber’s broken eyes flashed before her.
“You’re not going to torture, hurt and gossip about Amber anymore.”
“I’m not going to torture, hurt and gossip about Amber anymore.”
“You’re going to protect her. Even from Doug.”
“I’m going to protect her. Even from Doug.”
Feeling drained Eden got to her feet, drawing Lucy up carefully. The girl didn’t even look at her. She walked out of the stall and headed towards the door. Eden shut the stall door and locked it, listening to the impatient student outside gulp back her berating when she discovered it was Lucy Stevens.
She waited as the student peed and then washed her hands, slamming out of the bathroom.
Then reality sunk in.
She had set out to take a soul.
I set out to kill.
She was just so angry. So angry at everything and everyone.
“Crap.” Eden began to hyperventilate, covering her mouth with her hand as her body began to sob involuntarily. She wheezed, trying to draw breath.
I almost killed her. I almost killed her.
“I have to…” she blinked past the blur of tears in her eyes and numbly reached for her backpack. She had to get out of there.
“Eden, what on earth are you doing home?” Celine came out of one of the sitting rooms just as Eden’s foot hit the first step on the staircase.