Page 46 of Sardonic Burn

Last night is a blur except for the part where Noelle fucking shoved her fingers inside of my wound. The look of excitement and that sadistic grin on her face remain intact in my memory.

She barely managed to get a hold of herself, and, for a moment, I did think she was going to kill me then and there. For some reason, she broke out of the trance and the anger vanished in the blink of an eye.

I don’t know why I went to her.

Maybe it’s because I knew the severity of my state and that I had no means of reaching a hospital or my house alive. Maybe it’s just the delusions slipping into my mind like a drug, but she ended up calling someone to help me.

Little miss devil isn’t so heartless after all.

When I woke up, I was on her kitchen table. It hurt moving, but I needed to leave before Noelle woke up. I’m not sure what demon possessed me to look for her, take her to bed, and then snoop around her little hiding room.

She has a lot of information on me and my family. I expected it, but it still shocked me to my core. She’s detailed, thorough, and there isn’t an aspect of my life she isn’t aware of.

From the man who took my bullet for the first time, to the girl who took my virginity, to every single person I’ve crossed paths with in the past few years. Everything was beautifully displayed in chronological order, and I’m not sure if I should be flattered or creeped out.

Her phone was left unattended, so I took the opportunity to clone it. I don’t trust her, and I need to keep an eye out for her. I’m not the one to be in someone’s personal space except when it comes to the woman who fucking murdered my brother.

She’s fucking lucky that he wasn’t the best brother and our relationship was rocky, for the lack of a better word. And I’m not someone who would’ve sought revenge anyway.

My thoughts drift away, and I flinch at the pain. I’m careful not to rip open the stitches, but it’s getting harder to go down the stairs. It takes me a full ten minutes to reach the basement and open the door.

“Sorry,” I mumble. “I forgot about you. Here.” I toss him some food and a water bottle, and the weight is lifted off my shoulders. The pressure on the wound slowly starts to disappear, and I’m able to breathe again.

Dylan stares at me, unimpressed.

I forgot about him for three days, but he’s too pissy. If looks could kill, I’d be dead by now. The anger in his eyes doesn’t falter; however, he has no other choice but to eat the burger and gulp down the water.

“You motherfucker.” His voice is hoarse and pleasant to hear. The struggle in his tone is the best music to my ears. “How long do you intend to keep me here?”

I shrug. “How long do you intend on keeping up the charade?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t,” I snort. “But I don’t believe you. There are too many things about you that don’t add up. Given my life and the things I’ve done and seen, I don’t believe in coincidences.”

“And I’m telling you,” he all but growls in anger, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I pull out the two bullets, now cleaned thoroughly, and toss one next to his feet. The chain around his wrist jiggles as he picks it up, confusion on his face.

“What’s this?”

“A bullet,” I state the obvious. “See, I have a hole in my body, and it fucking hurts. I’m not patient enough to play mind games with a motherfucker like you. So, I’m giving you a chance to speak now. Who the fuck are you?”

“Noelle was right,” he says in disbelief. “You are insane.”

“Probably,” I agree. “But your lovely fiancé helped me a lot. See, I don’t think she hates me as much as she says.”

I’m only trying to ruffle his feathers.

And it’s fucking working.

A grin spreads across my face as soon as a scowl appears on his. He narrows his eyes at me, a vein popping on hisforehead. He’s trying his best to remain calm, but I’m getting through his thick skin.

“And I spent the night at her place, so I’d say she definitely doesn’t hate me.”

Bewilderment is written on his face. He blinks, slowly, processing the information. Shock doesn’t leave his face, his mouth opening and closing a few times.

“What?”

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