Page 92 of Deviant

“Show’s over. Either get back inside or fucking leave!” I shout, cracking my neck from left to right.

Aside from my father, who is now walking toward us, everyone rushes back inside the house.

“You have something to say, old man?” I ask as he reaches us, helping Aidan to his feet.

“Nope. I’m good, Junior. I’m good. Just want to help my boy back inside, that’s all,” he mumbles as he wraps his arm around Aidan, assisting him to walk back toward the house.

“What he needs is a hospital, but hey, you do you, old man.”

“Let the boy continue to pay his respects to his mother. I’ll take him to the emergency room myself after everyone has gone home. Is that okay with you, Junior?”

God, I hate when the bastard calls me that.

“Does it look like I care either way?” I ask, lighting up a cigarette just to blow smoke on his face.

He has the good sense to not respond to the provocation and instead slowly walks a crying Aidan back into the house.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Rowen whispers behind me, reminding me that she’s had a front-row seat to the whole exchange.

“I didn’t do it for you,” I grunt as I turn to face her, the bruises on her arm immediately grabbing my attention.

I run the pad of my fingers ever so lightly over her marked skin, hues of pink and an ugly dark-red tainting what was once creamy porcelain skin.

Fucking Aidan got off easy.

“Then why did you do it?” she insists, pulling her arm away from me to hide the goosebumps my touch evoked on her skin.

I look her dead in the eye with a smile and ask, “Haven’t you figured it out yet? The only one who gets to hurt you is me. I pity the fucker who tries to damage what’s mine.”

“I’m… not… yours,” she stammers, swallowing hard.

“Ah, Roe, I think I just proved that you are.”

Once everyone has left the house, making it finally quiet, my mind becomes my worst enemy.

They’re gone.

First Nora. Now Mom.

The only two people I gave a shit about are gone.

Who does that leave me with?

Aidan? My dad? Fuck both of them.

Fuck.

The only ones who kept my monsters at bay are gone.

What do I do now? Let them out?

Why the fuck not? Who’s to stop me?

I’ll have plenty of opportunities to let the demons dwelling inside me have their fun once I’m chosen forThe Scourge.

That’s all I have now.

My vendetta. My revenge. My obsession.

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