Page 222 of Satan's Spawn
I won’t lie and tell her I feel a certain way I don’t, especially when we both know I never will.
Because someone like me isn’t capable.
But, I do know she’s the only other person besides my Dad who I’d burn the whole world to ashes for, which is the closest a devil can ever get to love.
“I’ll call you tomorrow, yeah?” I reach for her chin, pinching it with my thumb and forefinger.
Rebecca nods. “Yup, tomorrow.”
I call her name when she struggles to meet my eyes.
“Yeah?” She stares at the wall, holding back tears.
“There’s nobody else in the world I’d ever do this shit for…you know that right?”
That has to stand for something.
I may not show my affection the way most other guys would, but I show it the best I can.
She has to know that.
She has to know I’d do anything for her whether I’m in love with her or not.
“Of course I do, Crayton.” Glassy eyes stare up at me, mixed with awe and shame. “And I’d do anything for you too.”
* * *
The steaminghot shower did nothing to loosen the aching muscles of my back after leaving things with Rebecca the way I did. Neither did the drive around Chelsea after I went to get Raven from Dad’s. The building was practically empty as I walked the halls—thanks to winter break—so I used this time wisely and went rummaging through Riggs and Levi’s dorm room for some weed.
I scored, of course, because the assholes constantly leave drugs around for rainy days.
I’m sitting by my window as I take in the empty parking lot outside, the snow has all but melted and whatever is left was made into a mountain by the private sanitation company hired by the school.
Taking a pull of the blunt, I hold it in for as long as possible, needing all I can to rid this endless feeling.
I shouldn’t feel bad for refusing to lie to ease Rebecca’s embarrassment, since it’s probably one of the very few things I’ve done right in the past decade. But fuck—that dejected look on her face made me want to stab my knife through someone’s eye socket.
Preferably that skank whore Alexis—who I know must be plotting something, because she is not the type to roll over this easily.
I can tell by the glares she shoots at Rebecca that their little quarrel isn’t over.
She’s biding her time, the question is forwhat.
Whatever it is, I’ll make sure to take the brunt of it, because I will fucking die before I let anyone put their hands on Rebecca or those she cares about.
A text bings through on my phone, and when I reach for it in my pocket I find Rebecca’s name on the screen.
Rebecca
We okay?
Me
I mean…I am pretty pissed I won’t be balls deep inside you tonight.
Rebecca
Stop being such a horny jerk. You know what I mean.
