Page 83 of Twist Me

Inever really understood the concept of loss. My mother died when I was just a baby. When your grandparents die, they’d usually lived a life that you can be proud of, and when a friend died, it was awful, and there was a feeling of sadness…but when I saw Goliath close his eyes. His blood-soaked me and the ground we were on. I understood what it truly meant to lose someone you loved.

My tears were mixing in with his blood. They kept pouring onto his face. I could hear the cackling of The Reaper. He was just a few feet away, hiding in the tree line. Why he waited to draw out my death was a mystery. Perhaps he wanted to wait until I felt the true suffering of what losing Goliath was doing to me.

For someone who was so insane, he certainly seemed to have calculations in his cruelty. Goliath’s skin of his back was hanging off in awful angles, flayed by bite marks and scratches. My tears blurred my vision as I tried to close his wounds and prevent further bleeding.

The laughter grew closer. The shadowy figure in the distance finally decided to end my misery. I shielded Goliath’s body. My small frame was trying my best to keep him from harm. He was so tall and big that I could barely cover his marred back.

“Fuck off!” I screamed at the shadow.

Two more shadows appeared, and I sucked in a breath. The fear of this monster having friends was terrifying.

As I watched the forms square off, I realized they weren’t friends. They were enemies.

The two shadows smashed the center one onto the ground. The sickening crack resounded to me as I kept laying over Goliath. His breathing was so shallow. Punching and kicking, blood and teeth, and an era of brutality ensued in front of my eyes. They weren’t close. I couldn’t tell anything other than the fact that the monster was losing.

I caught a glimpse of silver, instantly recognized as the gun I had lost in the scuffle with the bastard. A shot rang out, and the insane figure ran toward me. His circus-style eerie tone of voice smashed inside my head on an echo as I prepared for my death, ready to feel his awful teeth on my skin.

Just as he reached me, his eyes were blazing red, dirt and blood pouring off him, some of that wasGoliath’s, whichenraged me enough to kick him in the face. He shrieked and grabbed my foot. The two figures were running toward me, too. The Reaper was getting a solid bite from my calf before the faces of Pharoah and Judas came into my view.

Judas was the one with my gun. The weapon pointed at the possessed man’s head.

The Reaper spun around and grabbed the gun’s barrel, singing a melody that would surely haunt us all.

“The fun is done, and you think you’ve won, but the sleeping doll has won round two. You think you’re safe? Tick-tock, tick-tock…”

Chewing on the gun, he looked Judas in the eyes and said, “But sleeping doll, tick-tockyou.”

Judas pulled the trigger. A deafening sound to all of us. The brothers saw who I was shielding and sprung into action.

“Is he okay, Little One?”

I nodded. “Barely. His heart isn’t beating right.”

Pharoah grunted frustratedly and pulled out his phone.

“Tal. We need you.”

ONE MONTH LATER:

Goliath:

My heart was pounding in my chest.

I reached my hand out and cursed under my breath at the fact that I couldn’t stop shaking like a bitch. A warm presence below me chilled the ice I felt in my veins as her smile blinded me.

That encouragement and love of my Ezello was all I needed to dick-up and reach out my hand and accept the medal being given to me already. I felt humbled to my damned core. Never ina million years did I dream of seeing the other side of the walls of my demented home, much less being put in charge to run it.

“Well, that’s settled, Warden Masters.We’re happy to call you a part of the team, son.”The man was respectable, his old eyes showed the hard life and the shit in between that he had endured, and now it was my turn.It was a habit to smart off with a wisecrack, so I had to think a minute to remember the proper etiquette for this shit.

“Thank you, sir. I will certainly do my absolute best.”

The statement of my undying loyalty to the badge must have been satisfying enough because he looked downright proud, and his wife, whom he kept tucked in his side, was grinning at me, too.

I didn’t care about their approval, though, not really. All I wanted was to see that breathtaking smile again on my woman.I needed to get the fuck out of this stuffy office so I could see just how proud my girl was of me.

I pressed my body against her discreetly, letting her plump little ass know my intentions. She giggled and reached back to give me a quick squeeze. My little minx. Usually, she would scold me for behaving in a public setting like this, but today, she must have been wanting me as much as I wanted her.

“I love you,” I whispered to her, leaning down to kiss her hair, sneaking a handful of her delicious ass.

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