Page 39 of Hearts Etched in Glass
It appears they used a dull blade to lacerate him.
Blood drips from his lip, off of his chin and onto his chest.
These fucking cunts.
My thought breaks as I hear Ronald’s voice. “You shouldn’t have messed with her. She was mine!” Ronald stomps his foot on the forest floor, then slaps Bobby across the face. His arrogant friends stand nearby chuckling to themselves, holding Bobby’s bloodied body.
“You meanwas. Emphasis on the was, bellend,” Bobby retorts as he spits out some blood.
SMACK.Ronald lays his hand across Bobby’s face.
The blood in my veins is boiling like a fucking tar pit.
“You know I was originally gonna drug you the fuck up and lay a bitch in your bed and try to make it seem like you cheated onpoor,little Tilly. But that wouldn’t be believable, you’re so fucking obsessed and crawl around her, like a well-trained dog!” Ronald outstretches his hand towards his friend, beckoning for the knife. “I also figured it would be more believable to make you overdose with drugs then mangle your body, like you got into another terrible gangster affair. I’ll torture you until my heart’s content and then watch as your body is thrown beneath her feet. Then Tilly will run back to me, not knowing who to go to or where to run, for she’ll want comfort in the familiar.”
His words make my stomach churn. This disillusion that I would ever want him again is disturbing.
I hear Marcus snort in disgust, but before I get up to shoot this motherfucker, I hear the most joyous sound.
Bobby’s laugh.
He begins chuckling softly then erupts into a full maniacal laughter.
“Stop laughing! Why are you fucking laughing!?” Ronald yells back at Bobby.
“You? Oh what, doesRonald think he can torture a psychopath, like me?” Then Bobby’s laugh escapes one more time. “Oh darling, I’ve already met the worst torture of my life, and that was when I thought my beloved Tilly was dead! You have no idea what real torture is you posh bitch.” Bobby’s laughter turns insidious as Ronald punches him in the face.
A loud explosion comes from several yards away, one of Bobby’s bombs went off at the perfect time, causing a distraction.
Gathering the shotgun in my hands, I stealthily creep forward. I can feel Marcus steadily behind me and hear him cock his pistols.
Rounding the tent, I shoot Ronald’s closest friend in the chest, the recoil of the shotgun reverberates in my bones. Then swiftly turn the gun to face it at Ronald. Several shots ring out behind me, as Marcus takes out the other friends.
“Get the fuck away from my Bobby,” I sneer, malice coursing through my veins. The anger and rage building within me could set the whole countryside on fire.
“Tilly!” Ron hollers at me with wide eyes.
Bobby cocks his head to the side, blood dripping from a fresh wound on his bottom lip. He relaxes his poor arms that are tied behind the chair.
“’Ello darling, I’m just having a wee chat with Ronald. He thinks he can win you back if he kills me,” Bobby says with a serious tone, but breaks into a stream of chuckles.
I take the back of the shotgun and slam it into Ronald's face, causing him to fall. I kick him onto his backside, pinning him to the ground, then rack the shotgun and shoot his knee cap. He cries in agony, trying to reach for his bloodied limb.
Marcus has helped set Bobby free, untying him from the camp chair. Bobby wobbles towards me, encircling his arms around my waist, lifting me up for a kiss.
Our kiss deepens as his hands caress my sides and up my shirt.
“Bobby?” Marcus tsks. “How fucked up are you right now?”
Then I remember he ate the bloody cupcake and want to spew.
He turns to look at Marcus, still grasping my hips. “I will have you know I drank copious amounts of whiskey, and I did bring my toothbrush. Before Kenneth left me, I had a few moments to sort myself out. Once Mr. Rich Prick left, well then, I was royally fucked.”
I don’t feel as disgusted anymore, for I do recognize the taste of mint and whiskey on his tongue.
Marcus stands beside us, and we ignore Ronald’s cries of to the side.
“How the fuck did you forget there was horse shit and drugs in there, you bellend?” He kisses Bobby’s cheek and grabs the back of his neck.
