use every last brutal lesson I’ve learned over the years to draw out his death until he’s fucking begging me to end it. The simmering rage I’ve felt for him all of my life finally comes to a boil, overflowing in my veins until I feel so fucking reckless.
It only gets worse.
It only gets worse because Avery nearly breaks as she answers, “Play along. I have no choice, he’s still got my wrist.”
“Good.”
The second Lips shoves her back and covers her body with her own, I lose my fucking mind. I don’t even realize the vicious curses are coming out of me until Harley is wrestling the chair out of my hands and shoving me out of the gym.
“Go. Go find someone to bleed out. I’ll watch out for Aves.”
I can’t see or hear a thing as I make my way back up to our rooms because there’s no way I can fight right now. I’d kill whoever I went up against, just fucking pummel them into the ground, and it’ll be on Avery to cover up a fucking murder.
So instead, I lock myself in my room and drink until I find the bottom of the bottle of bourbon.
It doesn’t help one bit.
Blaise finds me absolutely fucking destroyed on the floor next to my bed.
We’ve been friends for too fucking long because he just grabs a beer and joins me down there, not a word said between us because there’s fucking nothing to say.
I just want Joey dead.
I can’t kill him.
If he raped her… if he did to her what he’s done to too fucking many other girls, I don’t know if I could stop myself.
I need to know.
I’ll fucking figure it out if I have to.
I struggle to my feet and Blaise watches me, his eyes wary but he doesn't attempt to stop me. When I stumble a little at the door he calls out, "You can't kill him in that state."
I don't answer him, mostly because I could kill Joey high, blind, and fucking wasted if I wanted to, and I make my way out toward the girls’ room. It only takes me until the end of the hallway to get my legs working properly underneath me and half of the students are still doing everything they can to avoid me so I'm not worried about being jumped on the walk over.
I almost just unlock the door, always having a set of keys on me because Avery would never accept me not having them, but I think better and knock instead.
I want to fucking puke.
The door swings open and Lips stares up at me, the shock melting off of her face and exasperation taking up residence fucking quickly. Without a word, she shoves me toward the couch, mumbling under her breath as she locks the door, “My life is now babysitting drunk, spoiled rich kids.”
It burns a little that she thinks of me like that. I'd rather she thought of me as an asshole than a spoiled rich kid.
She sighs and rubs a hand over her face. “Avery is in the shower, if you need to puke please tell me now so I can get you a bucket.”
I frown at her but, really, of course she thinks I'm here for my sister. At what point have I given her any reason to believe I'd want to see her instead. She takes a little gasped breath in and tries to step away from me, so I snatch her wrist and tug her down onto the couch beside me. “I’m not here for Floss.”
She keeps the shock off of her face but her movements are too rigid as she settles back into the couch. “What’s wrong? What do I need to fix now?”
I can't even attempt to soften my words. “Did my brother rape you?”
She frowns at me and I fumble over my words to explain myself. “I know you walked her through it but I need to hear from you, that you got away from him. I need to know that he didn’t get away with it.”
She blinks at me. “He tried but I got away from him. Don’t worry about it, I’m not losing sleep over it.”
That's it.
She's going to fucking hate me forever, there's no coming back from being the brother of that rapist cunt. Even if she did forgive me for everything else that I've done to her. Fuck. Do I want forgiveness? Is there enough alcohol burning through my system to admit just how badly