Page 59 of Inevitable Destruction

“Everett, what in the fuck is going on right now?” Jamie’s voice speaks from somewhere behind me. My shoulders tense up.

Fuck. I’m going to have to come up with some story to tell her. Something that will make sense… but not right now.

“I’ve got to go, Jame. I’ll talk to you later,” I tell her with my back still to her. If I look at her, I have a feeling she’ll get more out of me than she should, and I can’t fucking have that.

I wrap my fingers around Dominik’s bicep in what I know is a bruising hold and drag him down the hall to the building’s front doors. All I have on me is my phone, keys, and wallet, but the rest will just have to wait because I’m not waiting around for more people to show up from lunch.

The more people that see me with Dominik, the worse off I’ll be, and too many have already seen too much.

“Goddamnit,” I growl, pushing the glass door open and stepping out into the dreary day. It’s not raining, but thick clouds cover the sky and block out the sun—per usual—but for some reason, it pisses me off.

Everything about this day is pissing me off.

“Typical fucking addict, barging in where they don’t belong and fucking ruining shit they have no business ruining,” I grumble to myself as I drag this drunk fucking mess across the parking lot.

“Where’s your car?” I bark out, stopping in the middle of the parking lot. When Dominik doesn’t answer, I glare at him from over my shoulder.

“Your car, Dominik. Where the fuck is it?” He lifts his arm and points east. I head in that direction, and after a minute, his car comes into view. When I round the hood, I notice a few really deep scratches on the bumper, just underneath the headlight.

“What the fuck did you hit?” I ask.

“Dunno,” he mumbles, his words still slurred.

“You’re a fucking dipshit, you know that? Give me your keys.” I hold out my hand, and he stares down at my open palm. I close my fingers over my palm a few times in rapid succession. “Give me the fucking keys, Dominik.”

“No.” His always raspy voice thunders out as he shouts in my face. He pushes himself out of my grip and tries to run away, but—because he’s a drunken fool—he ends up tripping over his own fucking feet and biffing it on the ground.

His hands dart out and smack into the pavement, barely keeping his head from bouncing off of it. I sigh, exasperated. My eyes are downcast, locked on Dominik’s back as I watch his shoulders heave up and down with his heavy breathing.

After a few seconds of him remaining stationary, I throw my hands up before crouching down next to him once more. He doesn’t move when he feels my hands on him. I dig into the pocket of his sweatpants, and luckily, my fingers wrap around his keys. I pull them out and swing them around on my fingers.

“You better get the fuck up, pretty boy. I’ve got a surprise for you—one I think you’re going to love.” With that, I leave Dominik on the ground and make my way to the driver’s seat. After I get situated, I take a second to admire how fucking good this car looks—aside from the scratches now on it. But it’s still in pristine fucking condition.

The creaking of the door opening pulls my eyes from the gauges on the dashboard to the overly pale beauty boy clambering his way inside. Once his ass is planted in the seat, he curls in on himself, pulling his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around his legs.

I take a moment—just a second—to really observe him. He seems so fucking lost, staring out the windshield at nothing. His skin is so pale, it’s almost translucent with his blue-green veins stark in comparison. His face is gaunt, even more so than from when I first planned his demise.

He looks fucking beautiful amidst his destruction—more than I ever could have hoped for.

Tearing my gaze away, I shove the keys in the ignition and start the car, smiling when the rumbling vibrates through the leather seat and into my body.

Now for the fun part.

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