Page 281 of Satan's Spawn
“You can prove his innocence, though, can’t you?” I squeeze the phone in my hand. “Because Craytonisfucking innocent.”
I don’t like his hesitation to answer one bit.
“Given the evidence, and if this blood turns out to be Felix’s, it’ll be one hell of a fight.”
“So you can’t do it?” I’m the one pacing back and forth this time. “Is that what you’re saying?”
“No…I said it will be one hell of a fight. Especially with the two assault charges.”
Twoassault charges?
I glare daggers at Crayton, who looks as though he wants to literally dagger Micah.
“Hold on.” I tell Archer’s brother, and put the speaker on mute.
“What the fuck, Crayton? Get talking.”
His noseandmouth both do their twitchy things. “I may or may not have tried to kill the asshole the night of the dance.”
“But you said the guys carried him out without being seen. That he only had a few bumps and bruises.”
Micah’s breathing turns impatient on the phone.
Crayton sucks air through his teeth. “Well…I may or may not have—”
“Crayton…” I growl deeper than him.
“Fine, fuck. I followed the motherfucker to the piers with a Louie and broke his back and jaw with it.”
Tears burst from my eyes. “You fucking promised! You promised you wouldn’t kill him.”
He’s just as pissed off as me, which pisses me off even more because he has no right. “I know! Fuck. I know I did. I just couldn’t let go of what he did to you.”
I could punch him right in that lying, manipulative kisser of his. “You couldn’t let go?! It wasmewho was raped.”
“It wasmewho didn’t fucking protect you from him.”
I shake my head, depleted of everything. “Yeah, well, I hope it was worth the chances of losing each other.”
“Uh, guys?” Micah’s voice appears like a nasty stench between us. “You still there?”
I turn the speaker back on. “One more second please.”
“Sure,” he grumbles, “it’s not like I have a guiltyslashinnocent eighteen year old I need to keep out of prison.”
I turn us back off.
“I’m really fucking sorry, okay?” Crayton’s shoulders deflate. “Like I said, I wasn’t used to thinking about other people or repercussions. All I saw was you a broken mess and him hurting you. Then being the root cause of it.”
Crayton slams a fist down on his bed, cursing himself as much as I’d like to. But, at the end of the day, he’s not the same man he was when Felix raped me.
And Felix fucking deserved everything he got. Maybe not in the eyes of the law, but in the eyes of morality.
Dragging my feet over to the bed, I drop to my knees and look up at him. “We’re gonna get through this, okay? I’ll make sure of it.”
Self-loathing rolls off him in angry waves. “I really fucked things up, didn’t I?”
What’s that saying?It’s not lying if you omit the truth?
