Page 75 of The Tenth Circle
Once again I remind myself it was in response to what he said to me first. What he did toStevenson, first. Still not right, but I can’t lose sight of how we got here just because I’ve put a face to the shitty name I called his sister.
Which by the way, is nowhere near as fucked up as what he’s called, I don’t know,allof the people I care about.
Theory’s face slacks, and a part of Saint’s does too when he realizes he hurt her feelings.
“Baby girl…I’m sorry…” He reaches out for her, but she steps back.
“Please, Saint. Don’t ruin this for me.” The look of defeat tiring her eyes tells me this isn’t the first time big bro’s gotten in the way of something she wants.
With a quick glance at me, Theory bends over, picking up the boots she took off and placing them on the bed.
“The offer still stands, Hendrix.”
I respond with a smile, and she returns the sentiment, then gestures her head toward the door.
“I’ll wait for you guys inside the dining room.”
Saint watches Theory as she leaves, a pained look on his face I can tell he’s trying to hide. Another brutal reminder of how many layers there are to this guy that nobody’s ever peeled back.
Well, besides his little sister.
Solemn Saint is stripped bare the second she closes the door, and in his place, the vicious prick.
“Quite the turn of events we got here, huh Jimi?”
“Did you know they were fucking dating?”
“You think I’d allow that shit to continue if I did?”
I let out a sarcastic laugh.
“Please tell me. Which part of your delusional little head has you convinced the entire world revolves around you?”
“This part,” he counters, eyes dipping to his groin. “You’d know why if you were lucky enough to fuck me.”
Once a pig, always a dirty fucking psycho pig.
“Of course!” I slap the side of my head. “The infamous ‘Royal Cock’. How on earth could I forget?”
Saint walks me backwards with his entire body, forcing my ass onto the bed.
His knuckles tilt my chin to examine me.
Which he does…for an uncomfortable amount of time.
“Why’d you have to go and ruin a good thing, huh Jimi?”
“I ruined a good thing?” I respond, in sheerbafflement. “Me?”
“Well…did anybody else call my sister a fucking whore?”
“I didn’t…” My lips form a line, hating, but knowing the need to put the words out there. Not for him, but for Theory, and a little for me. “I didn’t mean what I said about her.”
Guess I struck a nerve, because his eyes are doing that beady thing again.
“You think that makes a fucking difference to me? I’ve beaten the souls out of motherfuckers for saying less.” He meets my stare like a head on collision. “In fact…if it wasn’t for our best friends, I’d have parts of your body hanging off my fucking windshield.”
Damn. That’s one gross, but very believable, visual.
