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The crunch of gravel beneath boots pulls me out of my rage coma. My eyes collide with Haedyn’s as she approaches us. She doesn’t hold my gaze long before her attention latches onto my spur wedged against Brad’s throat, holding him to the ground. The fact that his nose is broken and his balls probably hurt like hell is probably what keeps him from trying to wriggle away from me.

In her hand, I find a pistol, and hearing the loading of a bullet into the chamber by her tiny hands is enough to make my cock jut out against my jeans. She looks like an avenging angel, taking control of her past trauma and using it to transform into the badass woman she was always meant to be.

Brad is really squirming now, no doubt recognizing the sound behind him. Being able to work with Haedyn to give her this opportunity, take back a small piece of herself in this way is surreal. I can practically see the power surging back into her veins where it belongs, and she hasn’t even touched him yet.

Her feet rest over each side of his head. She’s looking down at him like the devil that’s come to take him to hell to pay for the pieces of her that he took and mangled. She kneels, and her jean-clad cunt hovers directly above him, teasing him with what he failed to take. If I wasn’t already in love with her, I would fall right here and now. Her mouth is a straight line, no emotion peeking through those vengeful eyes.

“Can you smell that? His cum leaking from my pussy? Get off on it while you can, motherfucker, because I’m about to make you wish you’d never met me.” The venom surrounding her every trait makes me believe her. Man, I’d hate to be him right about now.

From her back pocket, she procures a small Old Timer knife. The kind that actually holds an edge and can do some real damage. She must have had it in the barn with some of her Pop’s old things because they don’t make knives like that anymore. Haven’t in a few decades. It should make me question myself for thinking this is attractive, but I’m too far gone for all that.

“Calm down, Hae. I didn’t mean any of it. You know that we’re meant to be together. I don’t know what came over me. When you told me you were seeing someone, I just lost control. You’re supposed to be with me.”

“We were never together, Brad. It was just supposed to be fun from the very beginning. I was open about that. I didn’t want anything serious. I wasn’t ready, and you told me you wanted the same thing. It never should have come to this, but now I’m fucking done. I never thought you would hurt me that way. I fucking trusted you, time and time again. Now look at me. I’m a goddamn psycho, and you’re the one to blame. Whatever happens here is on you. If you’d just taken no for an answer, this could have all been avoided, but now I question how many other girls you’ve forced yourself on. I can’t look past that, Brad. I can’t let you hurt anyone else, and I don’t think I can go on living knowing that I did nothing to stop you from doing it again. I would say I’m sorry this is where we end, but I’m not sorry for the pain you’re about to feel. I hope my face haunts you in hell.”

“Please don’t do this. I can change. I’ll be better, I swear.”

“It’s too late. You should’ve stopped when I asked you to. Sucks not being in control of what happens to you, doesn’t it?” She taunts as she flips open the knife to cut off his shirt before sinking the blade into his abdomen. His scream gets drowned out when she shoves his shirt tail into his gaping mouth, and I apply double the pressure with my spur on his jugular.

She looks up to me from where she still sits on his head, “you don’t have to stay here for this. I don’t want you to see me any differently.”

“Nice try, little brat. I’m not going anywhere. Do what you’ve got to do, and let me know if you need any help.”

There's Been an Accident

twenty-three

There's Been an Accident

Haedyn

My heart surges at Charlie’s support, even though what I’m about to do is so fucked up. The only remorse that I feel about the whole situation is who I could’ve turned into had this not happened. I was already broken and emotionally stunted, but now I’m a bent puzzle piece that will never fit correctly in its spot. Forever changed.

I just hope that this will satisfy all the anger within me. The hatred that has planted itself there for all the women in this world who told someone no that didn’t listen and weren’t able to claim their own justice. I feel for them. I want to give them that justice. But I’ll start with my own. Right here and now.

The rivulets of red flowing down his side to meet the dirt below catch my eye. It feels like even his own blood can’t stand its connection to him. Watching it leave his body is therapeutic, like I’m cleansing him of his debauchery, one drop at a time. I make another puncture to the other side of his stomach to watch a new river forge its path along his skin. His renewed strength in his thrashing pulls me out of my trance and back to the present.

Obviously, I can’t torture him forever, nor do I want to, but I’m not a trained assassin, either. What the hell am I going to do with his body? I can’t bury him here. It’ll be the first place they look for him after he’s inevitably reported missing. Most likely by his mother, who he still lives with in the next town over.

The wave of panic tries to take over, but I swallow it down. I’m getting ahead of myself with this spiral. I need to actually kill him before I worry about what to do with him. I don’t want to just shoot him. That’s too quick. Stabbing him to death would be too messy. Dragging him behind a horse is intriguing enough, though.

Whistling, I call Sasha from the barn to me. She wasn’t tied, though she knows how to undo simple knots when she needs to make a quick get away. The little sneak was always running off after rides when we were both younger. She comes trotting up to me, stopping only a few feet away.

“You ever watch those old medieval movies where the criminals would get tied up between horses and pulled apart? I think that might be a fitting end for you.”

“Are you insane? You’ll never get away with this.”

“Oh, sweetie, I will because your little vandalization gave me a great story to spin, so thanks for that.”

Charlie applies more pressure to Brad’s throat, probably to keep him from mouthing off. Although I selfishly wish the rat would mouth off so that I had a real time excuse for letting my anger get the best of me. Of course, I already have plenty of reason to want to knock the absolute fuck out of him, but his begging and acting like he’s a decent person is getting on my last nerve. Shut up and just fucking take it, the way he expected me to do when he forced himself on me.

“Personally, I think you should shoot him. Not fatally, of course, but maybe in the shoulder or something. That way when I knock his ass out and tie him to your horse, it’ll look like he was running away when we caught him messing around out here.” Charlie surprises me with his well-thought-out plan. I never would have pegged him as the scheming or vindictive type. He comes off so pure, so straight laced. I mean, just from looking at him, not so much, but his personality is so golden retriever that you’d think his hands would be sparkling clean. Guess not. Clearly, he’s more of the German Shepherd type.

“That’s not a bad idea, cowboy, though I didn’t have you pegged as someone willing to side against the law.” I smirk up at him.

“When are you going to accept that I would destroy everything that I am to make sure you are safe? You’re the only thing that matters to me. Now please, stand up because he doesn’t deserve the heaven you’re giving him right now. Letting him see the wet stain that our mixed cum left on your pants; that’s mine to worship.”

He grabs Brad by the shoulders to prop him into a sitting position with little resistance. He’s facing away from the barn as if he was fleeing. It’ll make our explanation easier when the blood splatter matches our story. “How good is your aim?” Charlie motions toward the gun with a tilt of his head.

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