Page 295 of Shadowman
I want him tobleedfor this.
Trevel can’t look at me. He’s just trembling in place, entire body practically convulsing. I want to scream at him, but I’m afraid that if I open my mouth, I’ll either throw up or start crying again.
“Well, bitch?? Speak up!” Ren barks. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Okay, stop,” Luthor rumbles, and I can feel him holding Ren back.
“He’s right,” I snarl, barely audible, eyes boring rage into Trevel’s face. My mouth is inches from his… That sweet mouth I thought wasfinallyopening up and giving me the truth. But it was all bullshit, made to hurt me. “Say something…”
His lips part, but all I get is a weakened, “I’m… sorry, baby…”
“Wrong fucking answer.”
I cock back and swing, punching him so hard in the face that he flies back against the wall. Diving onto him, I hit him with all the fury I possess. All of that anger I’ve been giving up is back with a vengeance, erupting with blow after blow… after blow.
He’s bleeding, and I’mshaking. I think I’m crying, and it just pisses me off more. Dash and Hancock are using all of their strength to pry me off of him. And when I can’t feel my hand anymore, I let them, stumbling back, breathless and pacing like a caged wild animal.
“Yo, we have to go,” Dash croaks again.
Trevel pushes himself up on shaky arms, bleeding from the face. He coughs and spits blood onto the floor. “F-Felix…”
“I’m gonna fucking kill him!” I roar, but Dash holds me back.
“Stay… west,” Trevel rasps.
He looks broken. Bruising already, swollen and bloody… He’s a wreck. With only agony on his battered face.
Good. Fuck him.
But it doesn’tfeelgood. It feels awful. I’m miserable as Dash hustles us all to the door.
“Why should we trust him??” Ren gasps. “He could be leading us into a trap!”
“Doesn’t matter,” Dash breathes out. “We have to get out of here either way. Kemper and I came up on the west, so chances are, it’s still relatively clear.”
They all scramble out of the room. Luthor grabs his computer, shooting me a pained look that he also aims at Trevel on his way out. “Your collar is… disabled. You can leave if you want.”
Trevel just shakes his head. He still won’t look at me.
“Figures,” I grunt, though it’s too shaky, giving away the sorrow rising like bile.
“Come on,” Luthor hums to me.
But I lean over Trevel once more and whisper, “I never fucking knew you… And I don’t want to.”
He finally slides his eyes up to my face,myviolet eyes, welling and spilling tears down his blood-smeared cheeks. I gulp.
“You got what you wanted. I hope it was worth it.”
Stepping over him, I leave him on the floor.
Broken and bleeding and alone.
Just like my foolish fucking heart.
This is dangerous. Not that I care.
What’s danger anyway, when you feel nothing and life is pointless?
