Page 130 of Dirty Roulette
You can’t cover it up now
The bruises you left
And you dealt the cards and put the gun to her head
Now you’re bleeding in sweat
Self-destructing in a bed of silver you laid
Did you really think we couldn’t raise ourselves from this hell
You can nail me to the cross
I’ll still find you in three days
burn me at the stake,
I’ll make sure you suffocate in the smoke I made
Messing with her is the biggest mistake you ever made
You wanted an enemy and you’ve created me from clay
I’m fire from the heavens, a wolf in sheeps skin
Did you really think we couldn’t raise ourselves from this hell
You can nail me to the cross
I’ll still find you in three days
burn me at the stake,
I’ll make sure you suffocate in the smoke I made
The Jumbotrons display the classic gray static like a television without a signal. White noise blares through the speakers. The image switches to the black computer screen with green letter codes typing. The period dots blink, showing a loading screen.
Static switches again and a video pops up like a Facebook reel.
Brody is filming himself with a bottle of vodka in his hands, forcing a girl to drink. He tosses the girl wearing nothing but her underwear onto a bed, clearly intoxicated and falling in and out of consciousness. Guys on the team take turns to have their way with her.
It’s static again, and a new video starts to play.
Someone filmed Brody and I throwing fists on the football field. I can taste the blood on my lips again. Lineman kicked me in the stomach, and the shock wave of the sound sent the same pain to crawl back into my bloodstream. Brody punches my face, tossing me into the turf with dust flying.
“It came out of your mouth that you wouldn't do this to my sister!”
"But Trash isn't your sister, now is she?”
I watch myself on the screen.
I had used a hand to lift myself up. I'm visibly shaking. Brody socks me again in the jaw, throwing me back to the ground. He steps over me with a finger pointing at my face. “She decided to play the game, and you’re not sweet talking me out of it!”
“You said you wouldn’t do this to them!”
“I’m not going to delete those damn pictures of that piece of trash!” Brody spit in my face. He twisted his fist in my hair, pulling me up to face him. I can still see his eyes burning into mine that day. “Ask me one more time, and you won’t be breathing.” He punches me in the face again. “Now are we good, Crab?!”
I pull my eyes from the screen. People in the crowd cover their mouths. They are in shock, gasping, and it's sinking in. The ones nearme turn heads. The terror is written in their eyes, knowing they just watched my teammate beat the shit out of me on the big screen. I shake them off and keep climbing up the narrow stairs.
