Page 134 of Beautifully Shattered
With a bored shrug, Dee hops down from the chair and kicks it aside, and a second later, she plunges the knife into Darnel’s chest, dragging it downward and opening him up as his insides spill out.
She steps back quickly, dodging the ropes of intestines hitting the floor, before her eyes lift to the phone…
I swear I can’t breathe.
I can’t talk.
I can’t even move.
You think you know someone.
Moving to the phone, Dee picks it up and walks over to a door before pulling it open to reveal an unhappy-looking Jared sitting on the floor outside in the hallway.
“You done?” he snaps, and she must nod, but I can’t see it with the screen pointed in Jared’s direction.
With a huff, he stands, dusting off his arse before stepping into the room.
“Fucking hell, Dee. You just needed to kill him for her.” He sighs, taking the phone and spotting me and Ringo still on the screen. “Uhhh, sorry about that. She kicked me out of the room and locked the fucking door. Told me rapists need to choke on their own cocks before they die, so…” His arm shoots out and gestures to what’s left of Darnel Rivers.
“She certainly did that,” Ringo croaks, his voice scratchy, and I bet his balls have shrunk all the way up after witnessing that.
I feel kinda sick, but also relieved.
Another one is dead now.
Another rapist is gone from this world, and the list is getting smaller.
That thought makes me relax.
“Dee,” I call into the phone, and she pops up behind Jared, not looking like she gives a shit about his disapproval of her methods. “Thank you. It would have been hard for me to get to Darnel. I appreciate you doing that for me.”
Peeling off her gloves, she kisses two fingers and flicks them towards the screen before Jared carries the phone out into the hall.
“You know if you even try to leave her, she’ll kill you before you even reach the door, right?” Ringo tells Jared, and the wicked smile Jared flashes the screen makes my stomach flip.
“Don’t you worry about me. I know how to handle my girl,” Jared snickers. “You just keep Abs safe.”
With a few more brief words, we end the call and sit frozen for a beat.
“I’m not gonna be able to sleep after witnessing that,” Ringo admits, and I nod in agreement.
I can’t unsee or unhear what we just saw. A part of me is disturbed by it, but perhaps even worse, another part of me remembers what I did to Karl, and I grin.
There’s just something intoxicating about getting retribution on people who use their power to commit the worst sins.
Suddenly, all thoughts of Dee’s call vanish as the adrenaline coursing through my veins turns to something else entirely.
My eyes flick to Ringo, leaning against the headboard, bare-chested and looking good enough to lick, and I wonder if maybe I’ve finally snapped.
“Stop looking at me like that, Angel. Ain’t no fucking way I can get my cock up after seeing that.”
I pout, shifting over his lap to straddle him.
It’s hard to believe my daughter died only a month ago. Each minute, each day, each week brings a tornado of emotions.
Somehow, I’ve managed to save my tears for my morning showers. I cry under the spray of water. I ask myself what I’m still doing living in a world without her. And then I remind myself that I have a job to do.
Losing Bobbi shattered me in more ways than I can count. I know I’ll never be the same. But it’s also freed me from giving a shit about what people think.
