Page 21 of Acid

Prudence, the other waitress, and a high-class patch chaser, chimes in, “Yeah, Acid was real pissed when he slammed the door, smashing it, which was hot to witness.”

I swallow hard but put on a fake smile, knowing full well why he did it. But as far as I’m concerned, he’s not part of my life anymore, we drifted apart when I ruined things, so he has no right to be angry.

He’s the one who knocked me back….

I take the teenagers’ orders without looking to see if Mom and Andrea have gone or if Coby has walked out. Instead, I focus on work while mentally preparing myself for tonight.

“You should have fucking just let me win, bitch!”His voice echoes in my head later that night as I breathe heavily from where I’m crouched, hiding behind the corner where I’ve cut the camera feed at The Fight.

I’ve just won two fights back-to-back, giving me the alibi I need, and now I’m waiting forthem.

For four years, I’ve watched them, all while they’ve smirked and looked at my body, hoping to scare me. For four years, I’ve planned my revenge; I’ve trained harder in behind the shuttered doors of Halliwell’s Gym, all while refusing to fight the twins again, making them believe they’ve scared me. But now it’s time to complete the plan, to get my revenge. Once I do this, then there’s no going back, it’ll probably kill the last bit of humanity I have left.

I hear footsteps, and my palms sweat as I grip the knife in my hand. The memory of their hands holding me down while they tore into me hits me—the positive pregnancy test, the guilt for aborting the baby….

I still as Franky whistles, walking past me, oblivious.

“Fuck, Aus, she’s a virgin, or was….”

His voice rings out as I move up behind him before grabbing his arm. He turns with a scowl, and before he can act, his eyes widen as I stab his dick, my gaze pinned to his.

“Should have just fucking taken the loss, bitch,” I sneer in his face and twist the knife, making him gasp. His mouth drops open as I pull the knife out, and he drops to his knees, his breathing heavy.

I look at him coldly before stating, “One down, one to go,” then slowly move back to my hiding place, all while keeping my eyes on his as he cups his junk, coughing in shock.

It doesn’t take long before I hear another set of footsteps before Austin's shocked words, “What the fuck, Franky?” hit me, but before he can run past my hiding place and his brother can speak a word of warning, I step out in front of him, covered in his brother’s blood.

His light green eyes widen as he skids to a stop, and before he can figure out what’s happening, I lunge forward and thrust the knife into his dick.

His eyes widen as he chokes on a gasp, and I smile coldly, “Hello there, Austin, long time no speak….”

He chokes, “P-Perrie….”

I grin. “Bet you wish you’d just left me alone, that your brother didn’t fight me that day, huh?”

His throat bobs as his knees buckle when I twist the knife, “I-I, please….”

“Ah, begging…something I didn’t do when you held me down and allowed your brother to tear away my innocence before raping me yourself.” His eyes widen, tears falling down his cheeks as I twist the knife again. “Tell me, Austin, the baby, do you think it was yours or Franky’s?”

His breathing stutters, shame etching his light green eyes.

“Yeah, one of you got me pregnant when you raped me. Imagine being that child, learning you were the product of that kind of violence.” More tears fall from his eyes, mesmerizing me. “Imagine feeling so conflicted, so guilty, when you know you can’t give birth, that you can’t carry that child, that you’re not brave enough….”

I pull the knife out, and he gasps, falling to his knees as his hands cup his junk, just like his brother did.

I lean down, and I give him a sweet smile as I promise, “If I ever see you again, next time the knife will go into the side of your neck.”

Panic and shame look back at me as I stand and look at his pale brother who stutters, “I-I, I’m s-sorry….”

I curl my lip at him and state, “Say that to the baby I had to abort,” before walking away, not looking back while my heart thunders and bile rises.

I stabbed them. I got my revenge….

When I get outside, I throw the knife in the dumpster before moving behind it to vomit, everything I’ve eaten, which isn’t much, coming back up until I’m dry heaving. Once I know nothing else is coming up, I wipe my mouth before slowly standing and walking to the Mustang, ready to continue the decorating at Halliwell’s Gym.

I’m not sure why I’m doing it, but all I know is that when I’m finished, I’ll either re-open or sell. I’m not in college anymore. I quit after the first semester, not seeing the point, and no one knew. My new friend Natalie, who happens to be married to Piston, believes I transferred schools, and that’s how it needs to stay.

I still have a few more years to get the gym to where it needs to be before I make my decision, but right now, I need a distraction.

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