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This doesn’t change anything, though. Even Anders said I need closure and told me to do this. He wouldn’t take that from me.
“Jay, please. Talk to me.”
I flinch as he reaches for me. “Don’t touch me; let me think,” I snap, pacing the small area in front of the bed.
“Think? What is there to think about? You can’t go ahead with this.” Anders frantically shakes his head.
He may as well have reached inside my chest, pulled out my heart and spat on it. That would’ve been less painful than what he’s asking of me.
“I have to.”
“No, Jay, please. Let me speak to him first. Find out why he did it?”
“Find out why he did it!?” I roar, shoving Anders across the room. He slides down the wall until he lands on his arse, sobbing into his palms.
“He did it because he’s an evil bastard. He fucking raped me! He’s lucky I don’t slit his fucking throat. I wanted to, you know. I wanted to take my fucking scalpel and drain him of blood because he’s fucking sick!”
Anders cries abruptly stop, and his eyes pop with a new sense of determination that terrifies me. “You wouldn’t.”
“I fucking should!” I scan the room for the scalpel. I spot it about a metre from Anders’ foot, shiny and bright, just desperate to slice into Chris’ disgusting skin.
Anders tracks my eyes as we both leap for it. He reaches it before me and scrambles back against the wall, scalpel in hand like he might actually use it on me.
“No, please, Jay, I’m begging you. Don’t make me choose. Let me speak to him.”
I grab his ankle and drag him to me until I’m straddling his waist. He stretches his arm above his head so I can’t reach it. The last thing I want to do is hurt him, but I will. He won’t stop me from getting the revenge I deserve.
Leaning over him and grabbing his wrist, I slam his hand against the floor, but he refuses to loosen his grip.
“Fucking let go!”
“No, you’ll kill him,” he grunts as we wrestle.
His knee slams into my stomach, winding me and stealing my breath. Anders manages to slip from underneath me while I work through the pain.
This needs to stop.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a needle. Anders tries to crawl towards his brother; I drag him back, grabbing his shoulder and twisting him around until he’s underneath me again.
One hand comes to his throat. I pull the cap off the needle with my teeth and spit it out before stabbing him in the meaty part of his arm.
Anders gasps, and the torment that flashes through his eyes split me in two. The parts of me bound to him dissolve into nothing with our equal betrayal.
“I’m sorry,” I pant, watching him slowly slip away.
“I’ll never forgive you if you go through with this,” he slurs, eyes flickering as he tries to hold on.
I cradle his body as he slumps to the floor. After pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to his forehead, I admit, “That’s a tragedy, little lion, because I’m desperately in love with you, and you’re breaking my heart.”
Chapter 24
Anders
Slipping back into consciousness, my head spins as bile sits in the back of my throat. I rub my cloudy eyes with my knuckles to bring them back into focus. Grisly memories flood me.
Seeing my brother on the camera feed. Jahmar getting ready to operate. Telling him that Chris is my brother. Jahmar saying he could kill him. Grabbing the scalpel, fighting, indescribable fear, Jahmar drugging me. Jahmar telling me he’s in love with me.
My body shoots up from the bed, and dizziness blankets me. I squeeze the duvet between my trembling fists as if it will stop me from swaying. The room is spotless; not a medical instrument is in sight, and the only sound is my wild breaths.
