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I'll drag him to hell myself.
My angry cry cuts through the darkness of my defeat. I blindly stab, guided by the screams of John and the squelching sounds of broken flesh.
My limbs scream, burning with the strain, but I can’t stop. Gurgling sounds guide me to the floor where I blindly continue my assault, folding over John, screaming my pain as his blood coats my face, mixing with my own.
I can taste him on my lips. I stop, disgusted, and I spit over the heap of flesh.
“I hate you. I hate what you did to me. I hate … I hate...aaaahhh!” I scream, helpless. “I hate myself for letting you touch me! I hate myself for being so fucking weak!”
I'm so damn angry, I can’t stop the rage pouring out of me. I have half a mind to turn my only weapon on myself when a dull clatter attracts my attention. I freeze with my hands still in the air, just about to deliver another pointless strike. I’m pretty sure John is no more.
My little bird, the token of Delorean’s love, has rolled over and is now cracked in half on the floor. I sob out pitifully, dropping everything and scrambling back to reach it. To rescue our love and my heart. I struggle to free myself from the mess of gore and blood of my own making. It almost feels like John’s remains are dragging me down, holding me back from salvation.
I try to free myself, but I’ve grown so damn tired, even breathing is suddenly a struggle. My throat burns. My eyes lose focus. My body gives up.
I drift away into the familiar darkness.
Delorean, my love, I fought for us.
Chapter 14
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” I scream as I jump out of the truck. The red hue of my emergency generator lights illuminates the way to the house. The hidden panel of the glass door is wide open.
My heart is thrashing in my chest. I feel like I'm about to die.
Has my angel left me?
Was it all a lie?
His last tender kiss?
His sweet embrace?
His pliant body quivering beneath my touch?
Was I imagining our love?
Has my obsession corrupted me enough, that I've completely misread everything that has transpired between us?
I’ve been hurt before, but this time...I don't want to recover from the pain.
If Anthony has left me, I don't wish to see the dawn break over the horizon.
I won't call Andre.
I glance at my wristwatch. Only ten minutes until my time is up.
If I don't call Andre, the whole property will go up in flames.
Such is our agreement. I know Andre. As much as he loves me, he respects our arrangement more. He would never fail to fulfill an oath to me.
I rush inside and for once, the darkness in my house unnerves me. The silence that envelops me is horrifying. I hesitate at the first step leading up to the second floor.
I don’t know if I can bear the sight of our empty bed.
I haven't shed a tear in years. Decades.
I’ve been through the grind of homelessness, poverty, and loss.
