Page 7 of Ruin My Life
BANG!
Her body collapses.
Blood seeps into the cream-coloured carpet. Her hazel eyes turn dull as her life slips away.
The world narrows into a tunnel of white-hot rage.
The lean one rises, tucking himself back into his jeans with mechanical indifference. He motions for his partner to hurry up.
He’s still moving above me.
I lock onto him. His sea-green eyes gleam behind the red devil mask, amused by my pain. Strands of a black ponytail falls over his shoulder as he looks down at me.
Kill. Kill. Kill.
The chant loops in my skull. Not a hope—apromise.
I will kill him.
I will kill themboth.
He pulls out and finishes on the backs of my thighs. The warmth it leaves behind makes me nauseous. He steps back, brushing me off like I’m trash.
My ribs stab into my lungs as I gasp for breath, but the air feels too sharp to hold onto.
Then—cold metal presses against my chest, seeping right through my sweatshirt.
His voice is low, almost tender, as he utters his gut-wrenching final words:
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
BANG!
My body convulses. My scream never escapes.
Blood floods my throat—thick, hot, suffocating. The metallic taste coats my tongue. My chest burns like it’s on fire.
Pain. Burning. Blood.
So much fucking blood…
Then stillness.
Then nothing.
Quiet… peaceful… nothing.
Chapter Two
Brie
DEATH.
Death was all I wanted if it meant I wouldn’t have to live a single day without Amie. Without my parents.
For four days, the world outside NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital thought Iwasdead.
A nurse told me I was first treated in Staten Island, then airlifted to Manhattan for a fifteen-hour heart surgery. No one believed I’d survive.
