Page 31 of Mayhem and Minnie

Breathing harshly, I get up, the rage slowly clearing away.

My lip twitches.

Blood is everywhere.

On the walls, on the floor, on me.

But as I glance up and see Minnie’s bedraggled state, another fresh wave of fury washes over me.

I bring my arm back and fling the shard of glass into the man’s chest, right about where his heart is.

I have a good aim if I do say so myself.

But just to make sure the glass is deep enough, I press onto it with my foot until it’s fully embedded inside his chest.

“Minnie, come,” I call out, jumping over his corpse.

She nods and follows me out.

There’s a crowd of people whispering in the hallway, but as I exit the bathroom, they all fall silent and make room for us to go.

Good.

One unplanned murder is enough for today.

Rounding up the counter, I spot the bags with our leftovers and grab them on the way out.

Minnie follows behind. As we exit, I feel her small hand slip into mine.

I startle.

But my other side of the brain knows there’s no time to dally.

I open my car, dump the food in the back, and order Minnie to buckle up. The car roars to life and we’re back on the highway, leaving that goddamn town behind.

I drive for half an hour, taking a few odd turns here and there before I find the edge of a forest and pull over.

All the while, Minnie hasn’t said a word.

I get out of the car and open my trunk.

There are a few emergency license plates inside, and I get to work to replace them.

When I’m done, I take my shirt off and throw it in the trunk before closing it and sliding back into the driver’s seat.

Fuck, it’s cold.

I’m breathing hard.

The adrenaline is wearing off and I realize the extent of my mistakes.

So many, I can’t even count.

I turn to Minnie and stare at her.

“What did he do?” I snap.

She jumps in her seat, her expression terrified.

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