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I retch and they curse as yellow bile coats them. I want to smile and bask in this little victory but my face is too swollen and sore.
“You’ll pay for that!” Georgie screeches and it sounds like a fucking banshee.
Pain ricochets around my skull. White dots mar my visions as my neck snaps to the left and then to the right over and over again. The taste of metallic assaults my tastebuds and I try to spit the blood that’s accumulated in my mouth out. Instead, it slides down my cheek and onto the floor when my head is to the side.
“She looks so pretty broken, wouldn’t you say, son?” Draconis says, and I’m assuming he’s talking to Georgie once more.
I keen out, angst swallowing me whole when a loud bang and what sounds like feet scampering into the cell vibrate around me. Voices, there are so many voices. I latch onto one, the one that sounds like my dark angel, my Justyce. But I know it’s not him, he’s not here. I must be dying.
“Kenzi! Kenzi! Fuck. My poor, beautiful girl. Wake up, baby, please. I’m so sorry,” the angel beseeches and I decide to humor my debilitating soul this last time.
Warm hands encompass my face. They feel sticky, clammy, but none the less welcoming. My stomach drops. It’s as if I’ve fallen but that can’t be the case because my dark angel holds me, doesn’t he?
Everything hurts and feels heavy as I draw strength from fuck knows where and open my eyes.
Thump, thump, thump. My heart takes off galloping like a wild horse when I’m met with sad graphite hues peeking behind a gunmetal grey, red and electric blue mask. Squinting through my swollen eyes, I smile at the mirage in front of me.
Tracing the blood that pours red from it on his mask, I ask, “Are we in heaven?”
“Shit. Kenzi, stay with me ok. I’m going to release your wrists from these binds. I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t get here sooner, baby.”
The smile pulls at the sides of my face and I push through the pain of it. Even in death Justyce is the center of my world. I should have told him how I felt but now it’s too late.
Fading in and out, I look to the angel once more. “Can you tell him I love him, please? I didn’t get to tell him.” And with that I float off to a place where there is no pain, no worry or heartache. A place where all I can see is darkness.
Chapter Twenty-Seven – Justyce
“FUCK!” I scream out my pent up frustration as we draw near the back door. The voice leaving my throat sounds nothing like the one I’ve used all these years.
I expected myself to freeze, for the cold sweats to break out over my body when I get to the dungeon, but those emotions never surface. Instead, I feel like something bad is about to happen, that I know without a doubt I’m about to lose all sense of reasoning.
Upon reaching it and seeing my girl in this ungodly death cage, vermillion cascades like a flowing waterfall over my eyes and all I see is red. Fucking deep, gushing red.
Kenzi is strung up. Blood, cuts and purple black bruises mar her beautiful skin while Dereke finger fucks her. My father is behind her, his dick in one hand while his other prods at her asshole as Georgie fucks his fist. The stupid fucks don’t even register the world of hurt they’ve landed themselves. My father though, he lives to poke the fucking bear.
“She looks so pretty broken, wouldn’t you say so, son?” His lips tip up in a sinister smirk as he pushes into Kenzi.
It all happens in a blur. She screams out in agony, her pain shredding my resolve and I lose my footing, stumbling as I cock my gun and shoot several times. Blood splatters over the dungeon along with anguish cries of pain. My father’s in the corner nursing the wound I inflicted while Dereke lies unmoving, blood surrounding him on the floor. I really hope the cunt isn’t dead because that would be too generous of a death for everything he’s done to Kenzi.
“Dad! Shit! Are you alright?” Georgie yells and attempts to rush toward Draconis.
Dad? What the fuck?
Clearing away the growing fog and black tendrils wrapping themselves around my skull, I walk over and crack Georgie across the side of the head with the butt of my gun. He falls to the cold ground with a humph.
I move to Kenzi’s side and cover her with an old blanket I saw back by the entrance. She is unconscious, her form jaded or bleeding from every inch. Every cell implores me to leave my father in the corner to die and run out of here with my Dark One.
But I can’t, not yet. I have to make sure he’s not going to escape my clutches, to dodge another bullet that he so desperately deserves.
Boots slap behind me and I don’t have to turn around because I know it’s Acheron, but I do anyway. I motion for him to stay with Kenzi, to keep her safe while I tend to my fucked up father.
It takes every piece of vigor within me to pull away from Kenzi and leave her in Acheron’s grasp. A sharp stab to the chest is what I feel when I stalk toward the man I called my father. Reaching him in a few short strides, I smile that Cheshire smile, loving the fact he’s huddled into himself and cowering, clutching his wounded shoulder.
If I hadn’t lost my balance there is no doubt that blow would have splattered his brain matter all over this fucked up cell. The blood flows and pools under his arm, and it’s mesmerizing.
The sounds behind me fade out. I’m well aware most of the boys have left to scope out the rest of the mansion. Down here in this cold, lifeless, concrete cube is only the six of us.
“You think you can hide behind that mask, Justyce? Do you really think I don’t see exactly what you are? Nothing but a damn let down and a waste of space.”
