Page 78 of Deviant

After spiraling these last few days while recalling everything that happened between Nora and me, the last thing I need is to placate Aidan’s libido. It’s definitely time to pull the plug on this charade of a relationship and end things now.

I’ve procrastinated for far too long as it is.

I’m sure it won’t come as a surprise to him. I doubt he’ll put up much of a fight, seeing as the writing has been on the wall for some time now. Either by sheer boredom or complacency, we just haven’t gotten around to havingthe talk.Still, I’m sure he’s expecting it.

With Emily asking me to drop by their home more often, breaking up with her youngest son will be the perfect excuse why I can’t.

I’m sure she’ll understand that.

I know that seeing my face brings her comfort, but seeing hers only reminds me of the awful human being I am.

Of the monster that I’ve become.

Selfish. Selfish. Selfish.

I can’t even bring myself to offer this tiny bit of comfort to a dying woman.

God.

Who the fuck am I?

Well, after tonight, I’m not Aidan’s girlfriend anymore, that’s for damn sure.

Not after we talk, anyway.

Still, knowing that this will probably be the last time I’m invited into Nora’s home feels wrong somehow. The thought that I won’t be able to use Aidan as an excuse to pass by her bedroom door is making me reconsider the entire idea.

Damn it.

No.

I have to do this.

Just pull off the Band-Aid already.

Soon enough, none of this will matter anyway.

Not after I’m gone.

Not after I’m chosen.

If I ever figure out how to get chosen, that is.

Determined to follow through on at least one thing in my life, I get into my car and drive the ten minutes it takes to get to the Larsen home. But just as I arrive and step out of the car, I hear a loud crash from inside the house.

Concerned for Emily’s safety, I rush toward the front door and trip on the porch steps, almost falling in my eager haste to find out what the hell is happening inside.

“You motherfucker! I should kill you right where you’re standing for even saying such a thing,” Elias shouts, looking every bit the unhinged madman I always imagined him to be.

“Try it, asshole. Don’t wantThe Scourgeto beat you to the punch, now do we?” Aidan shouts back.

They are so focused on each other—so consumed by the loathing they feel for one another—that they don’t even notice my presence.

I’m taken aback by what I find. Chairs are flung every which way, cushions torn open with stuffing spilling out like confetti, the coffee table overturned, and remnants of a shattered flower vase littering the floor. The living room is in complete disarray, but the pregnant pause hanging heavily in the air, warning that the worst of the storm is yet to come, is what truly alarms me.

This is so much more than mere sibling rivalry. This is hate in its purest, raw form.

“I swear to God, Aidan, if you say one more word about our sister,The Scourgewill look like child’s play compared to what I intend to do to you,” Elias warns with a lethal expression etched on his face.

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