Page 74 of False Idols

Beau keeps advancing and when Dean tries to run, he grabs him by the back of his shirt and drags him back. “Sorry, isn’t going to fucking cut it, you limp dick.” Beau kicks Dean’s legs out from under him and slams him against a headstone. The scream that rips free from Dean when his head cracks against the headstone makes me smile.

“Please!” He raises his hands over his head trying to protect himself when Beau brings the knife down and slashes at Dean. His blade cuts into Dean’s forearm and shreds the sleeve of his jacket. Dean howls with pain and clutches at his arm to try and stop the blood that’s now running down his arm. “I’m sorry, oh my god! OH MY GOD! You cut me! Oh my god, stop. I wasn’t going to hurt her!”

His pleas land on deaf ears. Beau grabs Dean’s head and slams it back against the headstone behind him, once, twice, and a third time that ends up smearing crimson across the weathered stone.

“You did hurt her, motherfucker. And now, I’m hurting you. How do you like being hurt, huh?”

Dean stops pleading and starts screaming. It’s not words anymore, it’s just sounds. Pure terror while Beau drags him by his hair to a raised crypt and throws him on top of it.

“You think you could touch what was mine and live? That I wasn’t going to fucking end you?”

“I was just trying to scare her, man. I’m sorry,” Dean sobs and tries to roll away from Beau, but there’s nowhere to go.

“Scare her? Nevaeh is mine to torture. Mine. I did time for her fucking soul. I earned her tears, you little fucker. That’s mine. Not yours!”

“I didn’t know.” Dean sounds weak. He’s crying, snot and tears are all over his face and the blood from his busted head and arm are making a mess on the crypt. He doesn’t look at all like the man that was threatening to hurt me. “I didn’t know she was yours.”

The stalker that I hadn’t even realized I’d had is being cut down before my eyes and it’s beautiful. I didn’t know that I had a streak for revenge in me, but watching Beau act as my hands is addicting. I want him to hurt Dean. I want him to make him scream. To turn him inside out for me. Beau crowds the other man and grabs his jaw and jerks his head to the side so that he’s looking at me.

“Look at her, “ he orders and gives Dean’s face a shake. “Look at her!” Beau waits until Dean’s eyes come to mine and then he continues on in a calm voice, like he wasn’t just bashing Dean’s head against a headstone, “Now, tell Nevaeh you’re sorry.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Dean whimpers. “I’m sorry, Nevaeh.”

I’m sorry. Those two fucking words. They were all that I wanted to hear from everyone after what happened, but they were the words I wanted to say the most. They were the ones that I woke up everyday wishing I could give to Beau.

Those two words mean nothing coming from Dean.

“It’s not enough,” I whisper. I look at Beau and shake my head. “It’s not enough.”

“Didn’t think it would be, angel,” Beau says with a sniff. “But don’t worry, that’s what this is for.”

Dean freezes and looks up at Beau. “No, nonono, don’t, n-” His voice is cut off when Beau cuts his throat. Dean struggles and reaches up to try and push Beau off, but he’s too weak and there’s too much blood. Dean kicks his feet and there’s the sound of wet gurgling when he tries to breathe. I close my eyes and turn away. I can’t watch anymore. I might not be the girl I was and Dean might have been about to torture me, but I can’t fucking watch this. My thirst for revenge is short-lived. I can’t stomach it anymore, but Beau has no problem.

“Fucking dick,” Beau snarls and slams the knife into Dean’s chest. He rips it free and the sound makes me sick. I press my hands to my eyes and take in a measured breath to keep from getting sick.

“B-beau?” I call out when I start to feel dizzy. Adrenaline and shock hit me so hard that they nearly knock me off my feet. I sway and almost faint but press a hand to a statue near me to stay on my feet.

“Angel.” Beau’s arms wrap around me and he holds me to his side. He kisses my cheek and then my neck before my lips. When I open my eyes, he’s staring at me. “I thought I almost lost you.”

I give him a weak smile. “It’s going to take a lot more than a random stalker to take me down. I much prefer to go down to the ones I know,” I tell him and lean against him.

Beau raises an eyebrow. “Getting cocky after taking on The Reaper, I see.”

“Just trying to own my trauma.”

“How progressive of you.”

I wince when the rope rubs against my skin. “I want this fucking thing off of me,” I tell him and tug at the rope.

“As you wish.” Beau cuts through the rope and loops it around his arm. He shoots a glare towards Dean’s body as he coils the rope up. “We need to go. Someone might come this way and I really don’t feel like going back to prison for his dumb fuck ass.”

“You could tell them you were defending me. It’s the truth,” I point out, but he’s right. We do need to get out of here.

“Truth or not, they’re going to wonder why I stabbed him through his fucking heart and slit his throat. I was a little overzealous, but can you blame me? He deserved it,” Beau says and grabs my arm. “Let’s get your bag. Does anyone else know you’re here?”

“No, just Sunny. I didn’t want anyone else to know where I was.” I shake my head and look over at Dean’s lifeless body. Blood spills over the edge of the crypt and stains the grass black.

“How did he know you were here then?” Beau asks. He scans the graveyard as he leads me forward and I realize we’re holding hands. I don’t think Beau has ever touched me gently before. Funny that it’s happening now because of my dead stalker.

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