Page 95 of Ruin

Fuck! I shout to myself.

I knew there was something off with her stepbrother, but I never thought they were together. Maybe that’s why he was being a fucking asshole with me when I was over there. He hated that I was a threat, taking his girl from him, but not once did she stop anything. If they are together, I’m sure she would have said she was dating someone. Shit.

The music is loud from the garden, my brothers wanted to chill today and have a pool party, just us. I was fine with that, I’m not in the mood to be around other people anyway, plus my body is still in fucking pain. I look down at my phone for what feels like the hundredth time, still nothing from Trixie.

Declan

If you’re not here in 15 mins, I’m coming to get you!!!!

I’m not sure where to fucking look for her, though. Once I snapped at Stephanie and told her I’ll sort her out later, I went to the car, and she was gone. Not sure where she had gone, I drove past her house, her car wasn’t there, and I even went to Ash’s house, her car wasn’t there either.

Other than that, I didn’t know where else to look, I never asked where she hangs out with him, mostly because I don’t like him. She’s ignoring my messages, which is also pissing me off.

Mason

Stop being a baby and get down here.

Ignoring Mason’s message, I sit on the bed, and look at the pile of notepads I’ve been taking from Trixie. Grabbing the top one, I open it to a random page, and look at the drawing of a man standing headless, and blood pouring out of his neck. God, she draws some dark shit, and it makes me happy seeing it.

Yet there are some nice images of sexy position for me to fuck her in, and there is an image of me topless, the detail is very good.

Continuing through the pad, seeing some pretty messed up images, but I stop at one image. Fuck. Quickly looking through the pad I see another picture with the same style.

Miles

Your girl is here, she doesn't look too good.

Ignoring the message for a moment, I look through another pad and see some other drawings which are the same.

My jaw tightens as I take in a deep breath, I grind my teeth together, holding in the anger I have building up inside my head. I am such a fucking idiot I don't know if I'm angry with myself or at Trixie for doing this to herself.

I should calm myself down. I know I should calm myself down, but I can't. I can't as I continue to flick through the pages. Yes, she's drawn some fucked up shit in here. Yes, she's drawn my head on a stick a few times, and some other things messed up images, but none of those bother me, because I knew she hated me then.

Calm down, Declan. Calm the fuck down.No, my body is not listening to what my brain is telling it to do. I throw the notepad on the floor and get downstairs, and I lock eyes with Trixie. For that split second, our eyes connect together, and I see the color drain from her face.

Power walking over to her, my hand grips around her neck to stand her up, and Lileah shouts at me, but I tell her to fuck off, I'm not in the mood for anyone to stop me.

“Declan!” Lileah shouts.

“Lileah, fuck off,” I shout at her as my grip around Trixie’s neck gets tighter. “How much did you smoke?” I can see it in her eyes, she’s high as a fucking kite right now, and on top it off she stinks of booze. “Trixie, how much did you smoke?” She shuts her eyes, and I see a teardrop land on her cheek.

“Open your eyes. Trixie.”

She does, and I feel Mason and Miles close to me as Hayden moves in front of Lileah to get her away from me, they've seen this side of me before. They saw this side of me before I went to The Pit, so they know what I can be like. “Now, remove the fucking bracelets.” She shakes her head, which makes me chuckle to myself. “You think I was asking you? Remove the fucking bracelets.”

“Declan, let her neck go, she's turning white.” Miles tells me.

“Then if she wants to breathe, she needs to take off her fucking bracelets,” I snap back at Miles, but keep my eyes locked on Trixie. “You want to breathe, remove them.” And if I blinked, I would have missed the slight nod of her head.I let go, but don't step back.

Trixie looks down at her hands shaking, her breath is coming out heavy,.“Remove them yourself, or I'll fucking remove them for you.” She goes to take a step back, but the chair behind her stops her. Miles takes a small step in front of me, but I push him out of the way. “Don't fucking test me, brother.” I have three sets of eyes on me, burning into me, waiting for me to snap. I’m also waiting for me to snap, too.

I wait for Trixie to remove them. I can hear my heart drumming in my ear as she removes one by one, each one thrown into her bag, and my heart is banging against my chest to the point I can actually feel it wanting to escape. I don't know if it's because of anger or if it’s because of dread.

I look down at the bandage. “Remove them.” She shakes her head, and I go to take a step forward, but Hayden pushes me quickly. “Remove them, Trixie.”

She unties the thin layer of the bandage. These are new. They haven't even fucking healed. I can still see some of the blood escaping.

I hear Lileah, “Oh God.”

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