Page 62 of Fragments
I killed my parents last night. I fuckingburnedthemalive.
I’m probably going to jail.
Should I run? Get a fake passport, leave the country before they can stop me?
It’s one idea… But where would I go? IloveNew York. Nowhere else is as good as here.
Maybe there won’t be enough evidence. Maybe I won’t get arrested…
Maybe if I do, it won’t really matter.
The emptiness I normally feel is buzzing as I walk the streets, heading back toward my hotel. But I decide to stop off at Edge first to grab some drugs from my stash, since everything else I had burned up with the rest of my house.
Inside the club, I rush straight to the back. It’s still kind of early, but there are people around. The faces I do recognize are all blurring together.
I go to my locker and fill my nostrils with bitter-tasting powder, doing way too much, too fast. Then I park my ass at the bar and rip a few shots, twitching while more people show up and the dancefloor fills with bodies.
My knee is bouncing rapidly while I sip my cocktail, flames flickering behind my eyes.
It looked so good… Purely stunning. The way they swallowed everything up like that…
A familiar face enters my vision, and it takes my fuzzy mind a moment to verify that he’s actually there.
Callum. TherealCallum, not a memory.
This time, I don’t care about Dom’s warnings. I don’t really care aboutanythingright now as I stand up and stalk over to my former lover; stealer of virginities.
When he sees me, his face shifts from casual to irritated in one pass over his gorgeous features.
Is that any way to look at the minor you had sex with for months?
“Hi, Cal.” I smirk, fidgety and strung from all the drugs in my system.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” he scoffs, skipping the pleasantries. “I heard about the fire on the news… I’m—”
“Don’t even fucking say it,” I growl.
We stare at each other for a moment in silence before his eyes soften. “You don’t look so good… Maybe you should go get some rest.”
“Fuck you, I always look good,” I grumble.
For a split second, I think he might grin. But instead, he kills his drink, looking past me. “Well, great catching up, Warren. I must be going.”
My face shifts to see what he’s looking at. Surprising no one, I see a new kid—again, probably, like, seventeen, max—heading into his private room.
I shake my head.This dude is unbelievable.
Callum Kade shoots me a wink, then saunters away, taking some of my delusions with him.
I won’t say it doesn’t still hurt, because I think on some level it always will. But he’s just a man, nothing special or worth fawning over. He’s made of flesh and blood and bone, and he can be burned up just as easily as anything else.
Burn.
I swallow hard, watching him disappear into the room.
Watch it burn, Warren.
Give in to your evil nature, and set him free.
