Page 290 of Vicious Saint
“You don’t know what it’s like…”
“Maybe not completely…but you saw what I did to Annalie. How ready I was to kill her. For some reason, shit’s never been right in my head either.”
Of course I know this…I recognized the flames burning inside this girl the second I cornered her in the storage closet.
They’re what’s been drawing me to her ever since.
Kindred fucked-up-ness, and all that.
But those flames…they’re nothing to be compared to an inferno.
“I know…that’s why I stopped you.”
“And now it’smyturn to stop you.”
Hendrix succeeds in her attempt to calm me, at least enough to get through the conversation.
“That’s not how this works, Jimi. There’s no on and off light switch.” I pause as she raises a brow. “Okay,fine, maybe there kind of is. But the light will never be permanent…”
“Just turned up and down…” Hendrix breathes, as if realizing something. “Theory’s catch phrase.”
Like I said…too fucking intuitive.
“My doctor had us come up with it during the first year I spent in…Cyprus.”
“A.K.A?”
“Holy Trinity Mental Health Treatment Center in Cypress, California.”
Hendrix bubbles out a laugh, then slaps both hands over her mouth. “Oh my God…I’m so sorry.”
She wouldn’t be if she knew how badly I needed to hear her laugh.
“I mean…technically I only lied about the spelling.”
“And the continent.”
“Fine…continent too.”
“So you missed a whole school year? Did the guys know why?”
“My dad told their dads it was because he was opening an office there.”
“So…Vic lied?”
“More like bought out a building near the treatment center so he wouldn’t have to.”
Hendrix laughs again, but this time with less guilt. “Sounds like something he would do.”
A long stretch of silence passes between us, giving me enough time to develop a sense of relief for coming clean to Hendrix. Even if I wasn’t able to completely.
“Hey…can I ask you something?” Hendrix says with caution, now residing in front of me on the bed as the little spoon.
I’m exhausted, half asleep, and not at all in the mood for more talking. But I’m also a sucker for her…
…and the tits she’s letting me squeeze.
“Hm?”
