Page 310 of Nemesync
“You’re alive,” was all I could say.
I hugged them both, but my head felt way too heavy.
Niko went back to his car to take us home. A few of their men were already here, surrounding my mother’s dead body. I recognized Levi, who just nodded at us before starting to take care of the mess.
Elijah kissed my temple once, then a second time, and finally said, “I’m alive, but you have an ugly cut on your head. I’m worried sick, and I’m fucking furious that you got hurt. We’re going home, where Ben will find us and take care of this, okay?”
His voice was cold, filled with worry, anger, and love. He pulled me closer, his fingers shaking on my small wound while he tried to keep it together. “If she was still alive, I would’ve killed her with my bare hands for this,” he whispered, his eyes filled with a dark possessiveness.
A horn sounded, and we got into the car with Niko, leaving the chaotic scene. He drove us home without a word.
The silence, the tension—it was so strange.
My head throbbed with pain, and I could feel the blood drying on my skin. Elijah’s eyes never left the wound, even if he was hurt too.
Upon arrival, Benny was already waiting for us. Niko nodded at him, and Elijah helped me onto the sofa. He examined me, checking for any signs of serious injury.
“Zee, can you follow my finger with your eyes?” He asked, gently moving his index finger from left to right.
I obeyed, thinking about Elijah and Niko who were probably in the kitchen cleaning Elijah’s wound before Benny stitches it up, calling their contacts and hiding what had happened.
Especially since there were a lot of police around.
Ben nodded in approval. “Your responses seem normal, but I’ll need to check one last thing,” he explained, reaching for a small flashlight. “Can you follow this light for me?”
I squinted as I focused on the light. “Very good, Zee,” he praised with a warm smile. “You seem to be doing okay.”
Returning his smile, I gently squeezed his hand. “We missed you, Ben. Let’s plan for you to come over to the house this weekend.”
He leaned down and gave me a brief, reassuring hug. “I missed you too. I’ll bring my projector and a list of movies for us to watch.”
The guys returned, Elijah had his shirt open, with a bandage along his rib. Benny spoke up, “Physically, she seems fine. Just a minor head injury, but nothing serious. She needs rest, though.” He turned to Eli and Niko, adding, “Now, come on so I can check on your injuries you two.”
Elijah shot me a serious look, “We’re going to have a serious discussion later.” He then followed the two men into his office.
I was alone in the dark and lost. All I knew was that my eyes felt heavy from the events of tonight. Everything had happened so quickly—the shooting, the accident, confronting my mother, and ultimately ending her life.
The impact that my existence had on everyone I loved to death was tragic.
Why was it so hard to be a woman in this world? Maybe an angry woman would be more acceptable. It felt like the world expected us to be quiet and composed, even when we’re shattered and humiliated.
But fuck no, I refuse to stay invisible. I need my fury to be seen, to show them that we’re here, whether they like it or not. Women will stand strong, and if we have to burn the ground down with our rage and tear down everything in our way, we will.
This frustration has ignited an unapologetic fury that refuses to be contained. I’m done being the good girl, the sad girl, the broken one. It’s time to destroy the cage and let the rage consume everything.
I couldn’t forget that I had killed Abla.
There was a sick satisfaction in it, knowing she was no longer a threat. She wasn’t just a broken woman; she was a monster, inside and out. The crimes she committed went beyond just me; they affected countless others.
I understood why Elijah had been so conflicted about being attracted to me. I understood why he had wanted me to suffer. My family had taken so much from him, far more than I could ever hope to give back. I hated it, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that all the hatred he had felt before might resurface at any moment.
If it did, I wouldn’t even blame him.
The tragedy in our love felt poisonous, like a twisted kind of Romeo and Juliet with more darkness, more death, morepride. Two families, enemies forever—it’s in the blood of our own history. But we fight them every day with kisses, love, and passion, even though it always comes back to haunt us.
And maybe one day, he’ll get tired of fighting.
That’s what scared me the most.
