Noxious (Anathema #1) - Yolanda Olson Page 0,34

me cry for you because I was supposed to be your fucking rock. I’ve cried for you more than I’ve cried for anyone else in my fucking life!”

“You can save those tears from now on, babe,” I tell her with a bitter laugh. “Actually, no. Spill them all right now, I want to see you fucking cry. Isn’t that how you’re supposed to mourn, anyway? When someone dies, don’t people show up at funerals crying like they actually gave a fuck in the first place? Sorry you couldn’t attend Dexter’s, but I didn’t think that taking you into the bathroom after I left him in the fucking stall would have been so smart considering we were still close to New York. Gotta see my old man, ya know?”

Willa’s lower lip begins to tremble instantly. I can see the disbelief in her eyes as the tears spill down her cheeks before she takes a deep breath and wades a little closer to me.

“You… you killed Dex?”

“Duh,” I reply with a smirk.

Willa’s face turns red with anger before she immediately turns away from me and starts swimming toward the shoreline. Probably with every intent on leaving me here, but I’ve always been bigger and faster than her, so I take a deep breath and put some strength into my strokes to follow her.

But as soon as she feels me catching up to her, she dives under the water, disappearing from the surface.

I stop moving and glance around. I have no idea where she’s gone but if she thinks I’m just going to wait it out and hope for the best, she’s out of her goddamn mind.

I begin moving toward shore again as quickly as I can, knowing that I have to reserve some energy for when I get there. Willa is pissed off and there’s nothing that’s going to keep her from trying to do me harm right now.

Which is fine by me.

It keeps the excitement in our friendship alive to have a little scuffle every now and then.

A few moments later, I see her pulling herself up on the shoreline. Nowhere near where we first walked into the lake, which means that I have to change—

Oh, they showed up at a really bad time, I think to myself as I watch a young couple wander toward the lake. The guy is carrying a white bucket in one hand and the chick is carrying a couple of fishing poles. But the one thing I notice the most is how they’re holding hands like Wills and I tend to do sometimes before she remembers it’s me then has a bitch fit about it.

I bob where I am for a little bit.

I want to watch the scene unfold because something tells me that it’s going to be glorious.

The chick drops the fishing poles when she notices Wills and rushes over to probably ask if she’s okay. Willa’s shoulders are hunched, her face is in her hands, and she’s sobbing.

Not for me, though.

Never for me.

The guy walks over to where his gal is standing, her hands on Willa’s arms, trying her best to console her, not realizing that the little shit that’s in front of her is probably deadlier than any wildlife that may be roaming the National Park.

Except for me.

That’s why I know that I can’t watch any longer and I have to get to Willa quickly. Even though she’s out for my blood right now, I can’t let anything happen to her—and I sure as fuck can’t afford her babbling what I did to Dexter to these jamokes.

I crack my neck when I reach the shore. My feet become caked by the dirt as I start to make my way toward them, completely unforgiving in what I’ve done to Willa.

I’ve learned through trial and error, that sometimes, an emotional assault can do much more damage than a physical one.

“Wills,” I call out when I’m close enough for her to hear me.

She pulls her arms out of the chick’s grip and snaps her head up to glare at me with a hatred that I had only ever seen from Mom before.

And it makes me smile.

Because even though Willa loves me in her own, fucked up way, she can still hate me just as much, if not even more.

“We should probably head back up to the—”

“Who are you?” the guy asks, taking a menacing step toward me. Seems he wants to be the knight in shining armor right now. Protect two pussies for the price