Page 46 of Shadowman
What the bloody hell is going on??
“Alice… Baby??” I shake her, hesitantly sliding my hand up to check her pulse.
It’s not there.It’s not bloody there!
And she’s ice-cold.
“What did you do?!” Andres shouts. I whip my face in his direction. “You killed my sister!”
“What??” I gasp, shivering so hard my teeth are chattering. “No, I… There’s no way…”
I didn’t. Icouldn’thave.
Covering my face with my hands, I rub and dig my fingers into my eyes.No. No no no no no. This isn’t happening. I didn’t do this.
Smacking myself hard on the cheek, I growl, “Wake up.”
“You sick fuck!” Andres hisses. “You killed her and then let me come in here and fuck you right next to her?? Knowing she was dead the whole time?!”
Standing up fast, I lunge at him, grabbing him by the throat. “Lower your fucking voice,” I snarl in his face, towering over him with my height and a pure, horrified rage. “I didnotkill your sister! I’m in love with her! This has to be some mistake… Something happened, or—”
“Bullshit. You’re a fucking junkie psycho,” he spits. “You were so out of it, you wouldn’t know what happened!”
My head tilts, and I blink. Something about this isn’t adding up.
There’s no way I killed her. I couldn’t have.
My lower lip trembles, pressure building in my skull as I release him.
I’m off my meds…
The nightmares…
Dr. Love’s words ring through my brain.“There’s no way to know…
You may have been… born this way.”
Rushing back to the bed, I crash down next to Alice, wrapping her stiff body in my arms. “Baby…please. Tell me I didn’t do this… I didn’tmeanto…” Sputtering for breath, I’m shaking so hard I’m nearly convulsing. “P-please… C-come b-back, b-baby.”
Fuck, this is it. I’m going back to prison.
And real prison, this time. Not juvenile detention. I’m going away for the rest of my life…
Remembering Andres, I turn to find him jumping into his clothes and sneaking out of the room. I dart after him, coming to a confused halt in the living room.
His friend is still here, passed out on the couch. Andres is shaking him.
“Yo, T, wake up, man,” he says frantically. “She’s dead. You gotta bounce.”
My brows zip together, a stunned fury filling me fast. I stalk over to them, and Andres peers up at me, looking nervous.
“What…?” It’s the only word I can produce.
I think I’m in shock.
Andres slaps his friend across the face, and he finally wakes up.
“What the hell, bro??” the dude grumbles, half-conscious.
