Page 96 of Royal Havoc

Onyx: 2024

Suddenly, everything turns batshit crazy. My belly clashes with my eyes, and I’m not sure if I’m going to hurl or lose my eyeballs. I watch Mr. Brickman scoop Nolan’s blood-soaked body off the floor like a fucking rag doll.

Then, this creepy bitch claiming to be my sister starts drawing damn bloody hearts on the wall like it’s art time at the asylum.

I’ve been sucked into the psycho-fucking-circus! Did someone yell popcorn?!

“I did you a favor. He’s been creaming his tighty whites for years. Waiting to get his hands on you so he could steal everything once you graduate,” she tells me, side-eyeing meas though she’s waiting on something to happen. “Besides, he talked too much.” She shrugs, drawing another heart.

“You’re off the damn chain,” I huff, blinking at her mood swings.

“Amy! I know you’re here,” A voice I don’t expect to hear, especially yellinghername, floats into the room surrounding us.

Amethyst turns and smiles evilly at me and winks. “In here,” she sing-songs.

Zoey charges through the door, glaring, mouth open, ready to yell, until she sees me in the corner. Quickly, she tries to fix her face, searching Amethyst questioningly.

“You two know each other?” I ask Zoey, tipping my chin at the psycho finger painting.

“Ya, tell her how you know me,” Amethyst chuckles evilly, continuing her fun.

Zoey’s mouth falls open completely in shock. Finally, she finds her voice. “She told me to watch you, and be your friend,” Zoey answers hesitantly.

“Why?” I ask, glaring at her, trying to figure out what she’s not saying.

“Cause she wants your boy's dick,” Amethyst answers the question I was trying to figure out. Silently, she stands observing her nails in boredom, as though she didn’t just drop a brick.

After what she said tunnels its way into my brain. “Really?” I hiss, swinging my head to take in my fake-dick-stealing friend's face. “You’re seriously after Vex?”

Zoey’s face morphs into a scowling mess. “He should’ve been paired with me. Gage is a cheating moron. Besides, you threw him away years ago. He was doing fine without you. Now, your entitled ass saunters back to town, claiming him like he doesn’t have a choice,” she seethes, glaring across the room at me finally letting her true ugly colors show.

“Obviously, you should do some research,” I rasp, gliding from the corner I’ve been standing in. “You made a deal with a psycho-whack-job who probably wants to paint on you with your own blood,” I rasp louder, gaining my voice back. “When I get out of this fucking jacket, I’m going to beat your conniving ass for ever thinking about Vex,” I threaten angrily, meaning every syllable.

This bitch has me confused! Vex is mine!

Zoey has the nerve to laugh at me. “He was fine without you. He doesn’t need someone like you ruining his life,” she throws out hatefully.

“I’m bored with the girly gossip,” Amethyst groans, pretending to yawn. “How bout you tell us why you’re really here,” she orders Zoey’s red face, drawing her attention from me.

I notice Zoey has enough sense to look worried. She clears her throat. “I told Hendrix everything before he left town. He’ll be here any minute,” she tries to announce confidently but is unable to hide the nerves from her voice.

Amethyst charges towards her as a thought strikes me. “Wait!” I try to shout, but it sounds more like a croak. “I want that bitch alive when I confront Vex. Strap her in that awful chair.”

I think Amethyst almost laughs. “I don’t take orders. We’re not a team. But, it might be fun to watch,” she agrees. Zoey turns and runs right into Mr. B’s chest. “Take her to the chair, please,” Amethyst purrs nicely, fluttering her lashes at Mr. B.

Mr. Brickman nods, then we’re forced to listen to Zoey yelling and screaming the entire way down the hall. The bitch is getting what she deserves. At least I saved her stupid ass.

“Of course, Daddy’s rushing to save his Dark Queen,” she mocks, angrily rolling her eyes.

“Why were you sent here?” I ask, hoping to get the answer and distract her at the same time.

“Because life was great until you showed up. Everyone was happy. Everyone got along. Mommy didn’t lock herself in her room.” Her blue eyes slowly rake over my face, and I get the feeling she’s methodically planning how she’s going to remove my skin.

“Not an answer,” I challenge simply, wishing I wasn’t stuffed in this horrible jacket.

She shakes her head. “You never listened to anything I said.”

“I don’t even remember you,” I argue, digging into every nook and cranny hidden in my brain. Searching for the tiniest detail to prove what she’s saying is real.