Page 155 of Satan's Spawn
Or maybe that’s just what I want to see.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell my friends, and both of them stand in disapproval.
“Bex,” Archer implores, and Hendrix does the same, her version being a snarl.
“You’re not making me want to kick him in the testis any less.” She smiles mockingly at Crayton.
Crayton ignores her. Shocker.
‘Trust me’ I mouth to them, and they don’t like it but concede, sitting back in their chairs.
Crayton is already taking off toward the double doors when I grab my bag and follow him out of the dining hall.
Through the halls.
Into a back staircase.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He seethes after we’re both alone behind closed doors.
“What the fuck am I doing? Seriously?”
He backs me into a corner. “Going after Alexis?”
“Fuck her!” I spit. “And fuck you, too, for telling her about us.” I push him, so mad I could explode right here.
How dare he defend his stupid girlfriend after what she said about my dad.
Crayton studies me, plotting his next move with a swipe of his tongue along his bottom lip.
“This can end peacefully, or in violence. Choose wisely, Little Ghost.”
“What the hell happened?” I ask in a tired voice.
“Besides you gunning for people who only shoot to kill?”
I gesture a hand between us. “I mean with you and me.”
“There is noyouandme.” He says the words like they’re acid on his tongue. “I tried for a piece of virgin cunt, but decided you weren’t worth the hassle.”
“You don’t mean that.”
He slams a palm into the wall next to my head. “Yes I fucking do. You’re nothing to me, Rebecca. Nothing but a needy bitch who can’t take a hint when she’s not wanted. Who doesn’t even have enough fat on her ass to make the idea of fucking her enticing.”
Crayton is taking every single insecurity of mine and using them like a knife to flay me open.
“You’re heartless.” My voice cracks. “A fucking monster.”
He leans down close, close enough to make my eyes squeeze closed as he whispers, “Don’t you mean a fucking ‘devil’?”
The correct term I used was the spawn of one, but if the shoe fits…
“You’re dead to me,” I tell him, forging ahead to the exit.
“Before I die,” he announces, making my hand freeze on the door. “Let me remind you of what I’m still in possession of, and what I can do if you don’t obey my rules.”
“Nice try, you already took back all your school shit.” I pause, looking over my shoulder. “I’m sure Alexis is already using her twat to write your essays.”
There’s a glamor of amusement in his gaze before it turns lethal again.
