Page 42 of Sparks of Insanity
“Em, let’s just calm the fuck down, yeah? You don’t want to do that, especially over this fucker. Look at him. He’s pathetic. He’s clearly not man enough for you. Probably can’t even get it up.”
“Blaze, for fuck’s sake,” dad Gray snapped, slapping the back of his head.
Ethan groaned, as he writhed in pain on the floor.
“You’re too late,” he gasped out, and I froze. No. Don’t tell them, you idiot.
“Too late?” dad Gray demanded, glancing at my other dad, before he reached down and grabbed Ethan’s throat. No. Oh god, don’t hurt him.
“Did you hurt her? Did you hurt our little girl?” dad Dory was demanding, but my eyes were now on Blaze. He had that knowing gaze on me. He always knew things before any of us. Could he tell what happened here?
He glanced at Ethan, then back at me, mouthing the words ‘you fucked’ at me. I nodded, hating that I even trusted him with that information, the very words that could get Ethan killed right in front of me. My dads were threatening Ethan, but Blaze took a step closer to me.
“You want to stay with him?” he whispered, and I nodded, wishing he’d give me a fucking clue on how to fix this mess. He glanced behind him, then pointed to the blade in my hand, and pointed to the side of his throat, nodding at me, like I was supposed to follow his gestures. He rolled his eyes and pointed again, pretending to hold a knife at his own throat.Oh. Duh. Of course.
“Leave him alone or I’ll do it!” I screamed, lifting the razor blade to the side of my throat, just as Blaze had directed.
“Fuck! Em, okay, just calm down. Dads, you need to do what she says.” But they were already backing away from Ethan, eventhough dad Gray managed to sneak another kick in on his way back.
“Baby girl, this isn’t the time to do something dangerous. This man hurt you, so we’ll dispose of him. You’ll never have to see him again,” he said, like he thought that was somehow what I wanted. Dad Dory caught dad Gray’s arm, and pulled him back another step.
“Ember, this isn’t the man you want. He’s a predator. He should be castrated and shot.”
“We don’t have guns, Dory, but I’ve got this knife,” dad Gray said, suddenly wielding that super sharp knife he always had tucked in his pocket, already unfolded, and ready to kill.
“NO!” I screamed, pressing the blade against my skin. I wanted to do it. I wanted to feel it slicing my skin. I didn’t want to kill myself, not right now, but the blessed peace I’d feel, as the blade sliced through my skin, would ease my panic over this whole situation. My fear. The niggling thought occurred that I could finish that bottle of vodka too, and really ease my pain.
“Dads, I think we should listen to her. If she slips with that thing, she’ll be dead before we can do anything,” Blaze warned, winking at me before he turned, to try and ease them further away.
Ethan groaned, and swiped blood away from his nose, as he sat up against the counter behind him.
“Ethan, are you okay?” He glared at me, gesturing to my dads.
“Ya think?” Smart-ass. I stepped closer to him, keeping the blade at my throat. If I didn’t watch my dads carefully, they might try getting at him to try and threaten me to back down. This delicate balancing act could go in either direction.
25
Ethan
Icouldn’t believe Emwas doing all this to protect me, especially after what happened last night. I’d fucked up her life, just like she’d done to me. It wasn’t out of revenge or something though. It was purely about me not being able to hold back. Those impulses and urges I had now, they weren’t a part of me before, I was almost certain of it. If they were, I'd clearly had the control and the morals to keep them at bay, but losing everything does weird shit to your mind.
I watched Em facing off with her family, for me, to protect her rapist, and I couldn’t let it happen.
“Em, put the blade down,” I hissed, keeping my eyes firmly on her, because she was all that mattered in this situation.
She was frowning down at me.
“Ethan, they’ll hurt you.”
“Actually, we were thinking more along the lines of killing him in the most painful way possible. It’s been a while since I’vewatched someone expire, but I think I still know how,” Dory said, sounding so much like Gray that I stared at him now in shock, seeing just how much insanity was in him, in all of them. Her entire family was fucking insane, off their rockers, a few slices short of a loaf, all the analogies.
“They’re killers, Ethan. I can’t let them hurt you.” They all started speaking at once, but I pushed up from the floor, clutching my ribs, which felt bruised at the very least.
“Let them, Em. You know I hurt you last night. I forced you, and I deserve to fucking die for it. Good men don’t do that. Monsters do that. Only monsters.”
Someone grabbed me from behind, and dragged me back, a knife instantly at my throat, and I didn’t fight him. I lowered my arms and waited to die. Ember was screaming at him, begging him to release me, but I knew I was done for. These men were killers, and I’d just admitted to forcing their loved one into sex. Their vulnerable, sweet as fuck, loved one.
“He fucking raped you?” Blaze snapped, stomping over to her, and snatching the blade she no longer held at her throat.
