Darcie grabs the back of his collar, yanking his head back so she can snarl into his face, “What are you doing out here, little one?”
I know this dialogue is one that was used the night that changed her forever.
Foss twists and turns, but Darcie is not letting him go. “Do you remember what you did to me? Do you remember how you bit me? Do you remember when you fucked my mouth?”
Before Foss has a chance to answer, Darcie knees him in the balls. “Rev, hold him down.”
I jump up, not sure what she’s got planned, but I’m here for the ride.
Foss looks up at me, begging I show mercy. I merely laugh in response, flipping him off with my broken finger. “Sorry, broken finger.”
I throw him to the floor, and before I pin him down, Darcie says, “Hold him down with your knees on his shoulders.”
I don’t ask questions and do what she says.
Darcie stands in front of Foss, peering at him so he views her upside down. “You want this, bitch?”
She doesn’t care what he wants when she grabs a handful of broken glass and pries open his mouth in a pistol grip. He gasps for air, but it’s the last time he’ll be breathing with any sense of ease because Darcie stuffs his mouth full of glass.
All I can do is stare in utter fascination as Darcie places her hand over Foss’s lips, forcing him to keep the glass in his mouth. Foss is gasping for air, his face turning beet red as he struggles to breathe.
He swallows, moaning in pain as the glass is clearly cutting his esophagus.
Darcie removes her hand, watching as Foss tries to spit out the glass. It cuts at his mouth, blood dribbling down his chin.
Darcie grins. “You really need to learn to shut your mouth.”
She takes one look at Foss, knowing he won’t die, or maybe he might, but regardless, she is clearly satisfied with her handiwork nonetheless.
And it’s here when Darcie grabs my hand and skips away from the chaos she created.
We exit from the fun house, discreetly slipping past the crowd who are too distracted stuffing their face with popcorn and guzzling down cheap beer.
I think I’m fine until I’m spinning faster than the Tilt-A-Whirl.
“Rev!” Darcie cries, looping her arm around my waist to stop me from falling on my ass.
I lean into her, trying my best to keep most of my weight off her because she’s small, and I’m worried I’ll crush her.
When she sees an unattended ambulance up ahead, I know what she’s planning to do. When we approach it, she gently helps me lean up against the side of it and then leaps inside, stealing the first aid kit from the floor.
We stagger away, me trying my best not to fall. We sneak through a makeshift hole in the wire fence at the back of the carnival, which leads to a grassy field. Darcie walks as far away as possible, wanting to avoid any witnesses.
When we pass through a clearing in the tall trees, things quieten, and the screams of the carnival fade into the darkness. We venture deeper into the now dense woods, which is actually pretty fucking nice. There is a small lake ahead.
Darcie never lets go of me, and although I feel like a pussy, it’s nice to have her give a shit about me because she is the first person to do so. That reminds me of the stolen phone in my pocket. I really need to check in with June.
“Can you sit?” Darcie asks, looking at me with nothing but concern. A totally different look from when she was shoving glass down Foss’s throat.
She helps me to the ground, and I can’t help but flinch because fucking ouch!
My white T-shirt is soaked in blood, so without thought, I reach for the back of the collar and take it off, then pitch it to the side. I immediately feel better, and the breeze against my bruised skin helps a little.
Darcie is frantically rummaging through the first aid kit, tossing items she doesn’t want over her shoulder. I watch on, unable to stop my smile because she is one stubborn lady.
When she finds what she’s looking for, she turns back to look at me, but a winded breath gets caught in her throat. I have no idea what’s wrong until her eyes eat me alive.
I am throbbing for an entirely different reason now.