Page 187 of Satan's Spawn
Oh, he’s such an asshole.
“Did you have sex with Alexis?”
Crayton runs his clean hand down his face. “Fuck me.”
“Answer the damn question.”
He slaps the side of his head, implying I’m an idiot. “You already know I had sex with the bitch.”
“Recently…” I grumble. “Since the waterway.”
Crayton stays silent, that stupid blank facade rearing its ugly head. It tells me everything I need to know.
“So you’ll fuck her, but won’t even kiss me?”
“Yes,” he says instantaneously.
I fucking hate this “honest thing” he’s playing at.
It makes me want to sock him in that gorgeous evil face of his.
“Why?” I try my hardest to say without breaking into tears, but they’re so close to pooling at the surface.
Why her and not me?
“Because this is me. Don’t you get it?” Anger breaks through his facade. “Did you not just see what I fucking did? What the fuck Iam? How dense do you have to be to not see what’s right in front of you?”
“I am not dense, you shit, I just feel things for you that make me see past all of it! I have hope, for Pete’s sake.”
Crayton’s lip does that twitchy thing, and I know what’s coming won’t be pretty. “Well, that’s where you went wrong, Rebecca, because hope can kill as quickly as my fucking blade.”
The first tear I’ve been fighting back falls from my eye. “You can’t possibly mean that.”
He can’t do all of this for me and just backpedal like it’s nothing.
Like I’m nothing.
We’re nothing.
Every fucking time I’m about to break myself free of this guys psychological clutches, he does something magical to reel me back in.
Only to let go of me again.
It’s exhausting, soul crushing, and I don’t think I can take another let down from him.
After a few beats of silence I swipe the back of my hand across my cheek, irritability and sadness rolling off me in waves.
Crayton looks as though he’s about to say something, but I hold a middle finger up to stop him. “No need to attempt the last word, Crayton. I’ll assume it’s something depraved.”
Turning around, I walk off, picking up my bra, bag and water bottle off the ground.
“I’m not gonna fucking follow you!” he barks behind me.
“Good,” I bark back. “Because I don’t want to be around a homicidal asshat!”
“You don’t know where you’re going.” Crayton adds, lacking the bravado I was expecting.
“Yeah, well, you should be more concerned with the body lying by your feet.” I look over my shoulder and jut my chin to an unconscious Felix. “You know, the one that’ll cost you twenty-five to life.”
