Page 50 of Breaking Boston

I grippedthe handle of my knife and peered into the open window to Remy's bedroom, seeing him passed out cold with the TV remote in his hand. Lux and Donovan stood on either side of me, ready for anything. We didn't know what we were walking into, but we were as ready as we'd ever be.

"Are you sure you still want to go through with this, Boston?" Lux asks, a blunt tucked in the corner of his mouth, smoke from the cherried end swirling up toward the sky.

"I'm sure. He's getting what he deserves. I'm just surprised somebody hasn't already done it." I spit into the pile of snow beneath my feet. "God fucking knows he's done worse shit to others than what his ass did to me." I shrug, not feeling an ounce of remorse for what I'm about to do to him.

I can only imagine what he would've done if the guys hadn't come. How long would he have kept me locked away with him? How many more beatings would I have gotten? How much worse would they have been?

Nausea begins to swarm in my stomach, slowly creeping up my throat. I swallow, but it doesn't stop the anxiety that consumes me, making my hands shake like a drunk's.

"What's wrong?" Donovan begins to worry, his voice full of concern.

When I don't answer, my eyes stuck on a sleeping Remy, Lux grabs me and turns me to face him, his hands holding my cheeks firmly.

"Boston," he whispers. "Look at me, pretty girl. Look into my eyes like you used to do when we were younger."

I look at him, holding back tears. A perfect storm of emotions brews inside of me, cementing me to the spot where my feet are buried in the snow. I can't move. Fear has crippled me completely, and I don't know what to do. I can't back down, but can I really go through with it?

"Fucking look at me," Lux growls now, snapping me back to focus and my fucked up reality. "What is it?"

"I can't... I um." I panic, not knowing what to say, but I catch the look that Donovan and Lux share.

And it fucking pisses me off. It says 'I told you so', and I don't like it.

I snap out of it, ripping myself out of Lux's hold, taking a few steps closer to the window.

"I'm fucking doing this. Either you're with me or not."

"What the fuck was that, Boston? Are you having second thoughts?"

"Not anymore, Donovan. Not anymore," I say resolutely. "Let's do it."

Lux and Donovan exchange a glance before nodding in agreement. We all know that Remy can't continue hurting people, especially not after what he did to me.

I take a deep breath and climb through the window, followed closely by Lux and Donovan. As I approach Remy, a surge of anger and determination fills me. It's time to make him pay for everything he's done.

I grip my knife as the guys stay close beside me, guns drawn and ready, just in case. I step closer to Remy's bedside and cringe when I take a good look at him, the evil, predatory monster that he is. I gather my composure, breathing in slowly through my mouth and out through my nose.

Suddenly I can't remember if I'm even breathing right. Is it in through my nose and out through my mouth, or do I have it right?

Focusing on my breathing to get my mind off of what I'm about to do, I slowly bring myself back to the moment and get into position.

Without hesitation, I raise the knife and bring it down towards him, plunging the blade into his chest. His eyes fling open in utter shock, but I miss the look that follows as I repeatedly bring the knife down, stabbing a different part of his body each time.

"What th-"

I stab him in the throat before he can finish, blood spurting everywhere. Instinctively, his hands cover the wound as hesquirms and kicks, trying to fight me off. But without the guys' help, I manage to subdue him with slashes and stabs, losing control over the moment. I take all my anger out on Remy, mutilating his body more than intended.

I feel a tug on my arm, and I stop, turning to see who it is.

"Hey, I think you're good, pretty girl," Lux says with a smile, shock dripping from his voice.

"Not yet." I grin, covered in Remy's blood, and turn back around to face his motionless body.

Putting the bloody blade to his throat, the point right below his right ear, I laugh, losing my mind. "Fuck you, Remy. I hope this fucking hurts as much as you made me hurt." I swipe the blade, pressing deeply into his skin as I make a gash from ear to ear.

Lux tries to stop me, gently grabbing my arm and pulling me away from Remy's bloody, lifeless body. "Enough, Boston. It's done now," he says softly, concern etched on his face. "Let's get out of here before someone realizes what we've done."

I follow him numbly, my mind still reeling from the violence I've just committed. As we make our way out of Remy's house, my hands remain stained with his blood, the weight of what I've just done settling heavily on my shoulders.

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