Page 51 of Left in the Dark

You’re scared, Timmy boy. As you should be.

Adrenaline courses through my veins as I quietly sneak toward them. I’m behind Tim when I say, “Looking for someone?”

He spins around, and I swing the piece of pipe like a bat. He groans as he crumples to the parking lot, writhing in pain.

Daniel yells and launches himself at me. I lift my foot, kicking him in the nuts before I hit him in the stomach with the pipe. He drops to the ground, gasping for air.

Aidan’s eyes are wide as he holds his hands out. “Please, don’t. I told them this wasn’t a good?—”

I ram my fist into his flapping gums, shutting him up. He slumps to the ground, his hand over his mouth as he cries in pain.

Spinning back around, I march back to Tim. Reaching down, I grab a fistful of hair, dragging him to his feet.

“What the fuck did you do to Delaney tonight?” I’m so angry that spittle flies from my lips, spraying his face.

“I-I d-don’t know w-what y-you’re talking a-about?”

I lift my knee, slamming his head off my kneecap. He howls as I bark, “I don’t believe you. What the fuck did you do to Delaney?”

He moans, slowly lifting his face to mine. The copper scent of his blood hangs heavy in the air as he pleads, “I-I didn’t d-do anything, Z-Zayne. I d-didn’t s-see her t-tonight.”

A dry laugh escapes my lips. “You expect me to believe she came into the bar with blood pouring from her nose, and her eye nearly swollen shut, and it didn’t come from you? You lying motherfucker.” I hit him again, his hiss of pain music to my ears.

“P-Please, Z-Zayne. I d-didn’t h-hurt her. I s-swear.”

I release his hair, switching the metal bar to my left hand again before I deliver an uppercut. His head snaps back before his teeth clang together. He screams and falls to the ground.

My breath heaves from my lungs as I stare down at the weak-ass motherfucker.

What a fucking waste of air.

Coughing and gasping, he slowly turns over and begins dragging himself along the ground, heading toward his vehicle. I grin, stalking behind him, tapping the metal bar against my hand.

This is gonna be fun.

“Where do you think you’re going, Tim?” I move in front of him, my boot slamming down on his hand. He screams like a little bitch, the sound echoing off the dilapidated building beside us.

Dragging him to his feet again, I throw him against the hood of his vehicle. “You’re gonna knock this shit off and tell me the fucking truth.” I give him an evil smile. “Or not. I don’t mind torturing the fuck out of you for answers. I have all night.”

“P-Please. I-I’m telling you t-the truth.”

“Whatever, Tim.” I lift the pipe, ready to strike. “We’ll do it my way.”

As I lower the pipe, something hard hits me in the side, knocking me to the ground. My grip on the pipe loosens, and it falls somewhere behind me.

Daniel’s bloody face hovers over mine before he slams his fist against my face. “It’s my turn to have some fun, motherfucker.” He hits me again, and I groan, slumping forward.

“Get up, Tim. It’s time we finish what we started at the lake.” Daniel looks over his shoulder before turning. His fist slams into my nose, making blood run down my face.

But I’m back on my feet.

I taste the blood on my lip as I swing, connecting with his stomach. He hisses from the pain as he leans forward. I punch him in the nose, knocking him back a few steps.

I hear a sound behind me, and I turn. Daniel’s foot kicks me in the stomach, and I fall onto my knees.

But I’m not done yet. Not with the adrenaline and rage coursing through me.

As I get to my feet, Daniel holds the metal pipe threateningly in his hand. A malicious smile curls his bloody lip. “I’m gonna beat the shit out of you. When I’m done, Delaney will never look at your ugly, deformed, motherfucking face?—”

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