Page 77 of Little Psycho

13.City Councilman Jose brown

Back outside in the lightly falling rain, Ash grabs my hand and holds it tightly, refusing to let go.Nothing is said between us about what happened, but we both know that whatever happened in there tonight brought us closer than we ever were before.And even though it wasn’t said, I know that we’re both looking forward to seeing whatever else our lives have in store.

Together, we’re unstoppable, and we are about to show the world exactly what we fucking mean.No one is safe from us, but the best part is knowing we have two others to revel in the chaos with, and together, the four of us are going to wreak havoc on the fucking world, light the match and watch it burn right in front of our eyes, along with every monster who haunts our dreams.We aren’t going to show anyone mercy.

THIRTY

HATE SEX

CRIMSON—ATREYU

KILLIAN

The last day of warm weather has come and gone, leaving us suddenly immersed in the chill of the fall—the season known for living in hoodies, leggings on all the city girls, and an incessant avalanche of fucking pumpkin spice, enough to make one cringe.

Yet, despite my dislike of certain things, I find solace in the comfortable, crisp air, embracing it during my daily walks, and without anyone knowing, I take a little extra time to admire the vibrant tapestry of orange, red, and yellow foliage.The beauty of the serene atmosphere serves as a cure for my weary soul, providing a much-needed reprieve from the turmoil within.

I walk until my breath returns to normal and the tightness in my chest begins to dissolve, allowing my overly tense body to relax—some.

With each hit off my blunt, chased by sips of hot coffee, I feel instant warmth spreading through me as I step into the subway and descend the stairs into the tunnel.Instead of turning right toward the platform, I veer left, opting for the less traveled route to the empty tunnels where many of the city’s homeless have bunkered down.

As I walk down the long, winding tunnel, clutching the strap of my backpack against my shoulder, I sweep my gaze along the cement wall, admiring the collection of colorful graffiti I’ve been creating over the years.

I used it as an escape from the shit going on at home with my father.Every time I ran away, I ended up here with a can of spray paint in my hand, tagging everything I could find.Troubled kids don’t have very many outlets, so when I discovered mine, I made it a part of my life.To this day, I come down here as often as I can and create art with my spray paint.

I walk a little further, stopping in front of the mural I’ve been working on.The sudden feeling of eyes burning into my back makes me freeze.Turning around slowly and trying to be subtle about it, I scan the empty, dreary tunnel for any signs of another person, but I don’t see any.

Sliding my bag off my shoulder, I drop it to the ground and crouch down to take out my spray paint.Before I can get to work, my phone rings, bringing back all the uneasy feelings I just got rid of.I put the phone to my ear and unknowingly hold in my breath, preparing myself for whatever might come.

“Yeah, hello?”I ask, forcing myself to speak while trying to ignore the mild tremors attacking my body.

“Calm down, Kill.It’s just me,” Dom says softly, hearing the panic in my voice from what I thought was going to be my father on the other end.

Once I find out it’s Dom, I relax again, exhaling the deep breath I was holding in that was beginning to make me lightheaded.

“Oh, what’s up?”

“Shit, nothing really.Where you at?”

“The tunnels.”

“You up for a race tonight?”he asks, and I can hear the excitement in his voice.

“Fuck yeah.I think that’s exactly what I need.What about...Calista, is she coming?”I ask skeptically, not sure why I’m so nervous about it.

“I haven’t seen her yet to ask, but Ash is down.”

“Alright, yeah.Tell Five that I’m in too.”

After Dom gives me the details, I hang up the phone and slide it into my back pocket, shaking the brand new can of black paint.Walking closer to the unfinished mural, I sweep my gaze over it, admiring how well it’s coming out.

I’m not sure how Calista would feel if she knew that I was painting her for all of Boston to see.But she’s fucking breathtaking and the only thing on my mind lately, always dancing gracefully beneath my fluttering eyelids.

Even if her return was sudden and skeptical, I’m glad she’s back.And if I have a say in the matter, I’m never letting her walk out of our lives again.

“Why the fuck is everyone so obsessed with that girl?”A voice booms behind me, making me jump as the echo bounces off the concrete.

I don't even have to turn around to know who it is, but I do anyway.“Delilah, what the fuck are you doing here?”I ask the girl who’s been a thorn in my side ever since I met her.

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