Page 10 of Sinister Valentine

Coach lays into me like never before but I can’t hear or see anything except her as she stands there, staring right into my soul while wearing my teammates fucking jersey. She winks at me and I throw my stick and gloves to the ground, walking out and heading for the locker room. This fucking cunt is going to make me lose it in front of everyone. I need to get in the shower to cool the fuck down.

Standing under the cold spray, I do my thing quickly, not wanting the guys to see how ripped up my back is. It doesn’t help that the gashes are still fresh and I keep overexerting myself, not giving them any time to heal. I don’t want them to know Itook our punishment for them. It’s not their fault. Just like the loss of this game. It’s mine. I let some new girl crawl inside me, clouding my mind and taking me out of the game. I never let pussy do that to me. Hockey comes first over everything, but tonight, I truly fucked up. I deserve every second of pain I feel as the cold water pounds against my mottled flesh.

Shutting the water off, I dress quickly in sweats and a hoodie, grab my bag and exit the arena as fast as I can. I just need a fucking minute to gather my thoughts and get my head back on straight before I literally kill a team member.

Even though I lost the game tonight, we are still hosting Cemetery ManHunt night. Boys versus girls.She better fucking be there.I plan on making her fucking pay for every minute that fucking jersey is on her back.Fuck, what is it about this fucking girl that has me so fucked up?She’s gorgeous, no doubt, but that can’t be it. The pull every time she’s near doesn’t help, but fuck, I need to just let it go. I need a distraction.

Taking out my phone, I shoot a text off to Ivy.

Me: Meet me in the cemetery tonight. Be ready to run.

Almost immediately.

Ivy: I’ll be there. See you later.

Shutting my phone off, I slide it back into my pocket and walk across campus to my dorm. It’s time to get my head out of my ass. I wrote Liv that poem, thinking she was the one I needed. The one my soul spoke to with just one look, butnow I’m second guessing myself. Maybe she’s not my Sinister Valentine after all.

A few hours later, I’m walking through the maze, heading for the cemetery gates.A few girls giggle ahead of me as they walk out of the maze and up the cobblestone path through the dense fog approaching the old iron doors. I step around them, digging in my pocket for the wrought iron key to unlock the gate. After doing so, I remove the lock and chain, hanging it on the lever as I push the heavy metal, swinging it open for everyone to enter. The cemetery is located at the highest point of the mountain overlooking the river. The cathedral is just beyond the cemetery with a mausoleum attached to the back of the building. Underneath us are the tombs where the elders hold their meetings and dole out their punishments.

Walking to the far end of the cemetery, I sit on a concrete bench and wait until I spot one of the guys. They deserve an apology for my actions, but I needed to cool down or I was going to lose it. I’m sure they know how disappointed I am in myself but I still need to apologize. Buckman will be lucky he even makes it through the night so long as he steers clear of me. I still haven’t faced the news my father dropped on me last night about my brother. It doesn’t feel real and I’m not sure how to feel. He didn’t really like me much because I didn’t want the life he hadso I was nothing but an immature little pissant to him. The only time we bonded was when he taught me to kill. Other than that, he kept his life private and had his own demons to deal with.

Footsteps crunching as they slowly approach in the snow has me lifting my head to see Liviana. My eyes trail up her legs, taking in the black fishnet stockings covering her thick thighs. I take my time, slowly raking over her short black leather skirt up to the white tank top she’s wearing under her black cropped zip-up hoodie, showing off her perfect fucking cleavage. Not wanting to look at her for another second, I stand before she crowds my space.

“I’ve been looking for you.” She states.

“Get the fuck away from me.” I spit walking away from her, but she shoves me and I stumble into a headstone. Spinning, I get in her face.

“If you don’t fucking walk away now, I’m going to fucking hurt you.” I growl, but she just rolls her eyes.

“I’m sick of this fucking game, Hayes. What are you so mad about?” She shouts, putting her hand on her hips.

“Mad is an understatement Liviana. You show up to my game, late, in another man's jersey after I specifically told you to wear mine. What fucking game are you playing with me?” I grit, raising a brow as she huffs.

“I’m not playing any fucking games, asshole. He forced me to wear it.” She says, and my vision blurs as she continues to speak. Whooshing sounds flow through my ears as I hear keywords that make me irate. “Forced. Made. Can’t. Hurt. Blood.”Growling, I move to take off through the cemetery, but she grabs my wrist and I quickly wretch it out of her grip.

“Go enjoy the party. I have something to handle.” I spit, walking quickly through the cemetery, disappearing into the dense fog. “Forced. Made. Can’t. Hurt. Blood.”Those words keep whirling in my head as I search for the fucker I’m going tokill tonight. Weaving through a sea of people, I spot him talking to a few girls. Taking out my phone, I send him a text to meet me behind the cathedral.

Walking away from the crowd, passing the steps to the cathedral, I make my way around the side of the expansive building. I hope none of the elders are in the tombs right now. I really don’t want to have to explain this kill to them. It will just put a target on Liv’s back, and that’s the last thing I want. Footsteps approach and I step out of the darkness, making my presence known.

“What’s up Grinder? Hey, thanks for losing us the game tonight. Maybe next time I’ll steal your spot, since you can’t get the job done.” He spits as I rear back, punching him in the face. His head whips to the side from the impact as he stumbles in the snow.

“Fuck you, Buckman.” I grit, tackling him to the ground, laying punch after punch to his face. He laughs with every hit, only making me madder.

“You touched what wasn’t yours and you forced her to wear your pathetic jersey. You could never be me.” I laugh. “You’re a fucking loser, just like your father.” I spit. “You will never be worthy of my spot. You fucking piece of shit.” I growl as I continue to mangle his face, feeling bone crunch underneath my fist.

“She’s not yours either.” He groans, and now it's my turn to laugh.

“That’s where you're wrong.” I smirk, reaching into my pocket, taking out my pen. “Ahh, hello friend, we meet again.” I laugh sinisterly as his eyes widen.

“Ask h-her about D-Dillon.” He stammers as I step on his fingers, crushing them into the frozen earth. He screams as blood pours down his face.

“She has a whole boyfriend back home. My younger brother. If you don’t believe me, ask her. Or better yet, ask her why she’s here.” He taunts. I grip his blonde hair, pulling his head back just like I did to Knight. He swallows thickly as I press the sharp point to the vein that is pulsating erratically in his neck.

“It was nice knowing you, Chuck Buckman. See you in hell.” I growl, swiping the point against his vein as blood sprays my hands and pants.

“Fuck y-you.” He chokes and I laugh, stabbing him in the neck repeatedly as blood splashes against my hands and face.

“Fuck me? Nah, fuck you and your brother. She’s mine and only mine.” I roar, not stopping until I hear a gasp. Lifting my head up, I see Liv standing there with her hand covering her mouth.

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