Page 232 of Satan's Spawn
I’m envisioning myself stabbing him in the eye when Rebecca speaks again.
“Is this your car?” she steps out of my embrace to turn her head. “Is this Raven?”
Of all the shit I’ve never gotten caught doing in the past,thisis what the universe decides to bend me over with and hit it raw.
In for a penny, in for a fucking pound I guess.
“Yeah…it is.”
Enter more waterworks, and at this point I’m going to just lay my ass down in front of my Mustang and tell Rebecca to run me over with it.
A cruel slow death is better than this shit.
Especially when this “shit” is making me feel unfamiliar things.
Like fear of someone walking away.
“It was you that day…” She blinks. “The accident on the morning of orientation, I knew I recognized this car when I saw it parked here a couple weeks ago.”
Where the fuck is Saint when I could use a mayday?
“You saw me before you crashed, that’s why you kept telling me it was my fault.”
“Yes, but it wasn’t only you Rebecca…I slept like shit the night before.”
Fuck the honest thing, it’s overrated and I’m jumpin’ this righteous ship.
The lie doesn’t seem to make a difference, because Rebecca is so lost in her thoughts I’m not sure she’s even listening.
“The bathroom too…it’s why you were so cold to me when we first met.”
Too. Smart. For her own. Fucking. Good.
Damn this girl.
“We came a long way, Little Ghost. That shit’s all in the past.”
Her big bright eyes blink up at me, then drift again into a fog. “Maybe for you.”
My knuckle lifts her chin. “For us.”
“But I’m living with both our monsters now.”
“The monster’s are never coming back, Rebecca, I made sure of it.”
She doesn’t look convinced, and the sucker I am for her knows I need to rectify it immediately. “Doesn’t it say more that I’ve grown to care this much about you in spite of who you look like? I did that…for you. I told you you’re the only good inside me, Little Ghost, why would I say that shit if I related you to my sadistic mother?”
Her lower lip pouts, but I can tell I’m getting somewhere.
“I hated you…yes. But now? You’re the only fucking person in this world I wish I was capable of loving besides my dad.”
Her eyes are glassy again as she says, “I’m so sorry I called you by the terrible name she gave you Crayton.” Of course she’s read enough to know who’s spawn my mother referred to me as. Rebecca flutters her eyelids closed as she adds, “I’m sorry about everything that happened to you.”
So am I, because then maybe I’d be capable of giving this girl what she so badly needs.
Love.
Comfort.
