Page 266 of Ominous: Part 1
It’s sleek and black, sharp, because Dad keeps all of our shit sharp.
Spinning around, Eden turns to face us both again, grinning in the dark as she twirls the knife between her fingers.
“Get. The fuck.Away from him.”Her words are aimed at Luna, cold and vicious, and I glance at the bracelets on her wrist.
The blade in her hand.
I think of the name on her wrist. The scars of someone useless. No longer relevant.
My chest feels tight. Full of… her. I told her I had a boxcutter, but this knife… Imagining her blood curling around her wrists, streaking over her arms…
My dick jumps in Luna’s hand, but she’s already stepping away from me, dropping her arms, giving another fake fucking laugh.
“You’re not going tocut me,Eden,” she says, but we all hear it. The thread of panic in her words. She doesn’t know Eden. I don’t think anyone is quite sure what she’s going to do.
Luna tightens her ponytail for something to do with her nervous energy.
Eden is a shadow in the dark, unmoving, the blue lights from the clock on the stove glinting over the blade in her hand.
Luna takes another step back, scoffing. “You’re fucking insane.”
Eden comes closer.
My pulse jumps to my throat, staring at her. The knife. I almost forget I’ve got a joint in my hand until I instinctively bring it to my mouth as I stare at my girlfriend.
“I like you, Luna,” Eden says softly, and she doesn’t stop walking until she’s right beside me.
We’re shoulder to shoulder.
I reach for her, intending to wrap my arm around her waist.
She reacts faster than I thought she would, pressing the tip of the blade lightly to my sternum, stopping me from touching her.
A chill slides down my spine as I drop my hand. I feel a little nervous, and it gets me high. I think of the knife emoji she put beside her name in my phone, and I don’t move as Luna’s mouth drops open and she backs up another step.
“I really do,” Eden continues, voice low.
I take one more pull from the joint. My chest expands, and the blade’s cold tip presses against it. There’s the dullest pinprick of pain. The warmth of what might be my own blood.
I don’t even look.
I just exhale through my nose, watching Eden address Luna.
“But I don’t want your hands anywhere near my boyfriend ever again, you got me?” There’s a sharp edge to her words, some of that private school prep accent she’s adopted crashing away and overtaken by her upbringing.
God, I cannot wait to fuck her.
Luna’s eyes flick up to me. The knife over my heart. Then Eden.
She nods once, pursing her lips. “Whatever,” she mutters. “You’re fucking insane. He’ll be done with you too when he gets bored—”
Eden drops the knife, cutting off Luna’s words as the blade clatters.
Then Eden closes the space between them and grabs her by the top of her bikini, exposing Luna for a second as Eden yanks her down to her level with another hand twisting her top lip.
I couldn’t speak even if I tried.
I don’t bother trying. I twist around and drop my joint into the glass ash tray, then cross my arms over my chest and watch, leaning against the island.
