Page 74 of Trick or Treat
Poetic Justice
Saint
Since we've been staying at the apartment, things have been a lot more tense between the five of us. You figured since Scarlett has free reign of the place she'd be fucking happier, but she isn't. She's even more apprehensive now than she was at the mausoleum, but that's probably because she found out that I fucking played her this whole time.
Yeah, I killed Carli that night in the cemetery. The moment I saw Scarlett holding the gun, I knew what I was going to do. Seeing her that first time the four years before that, I never was able to get her out of my mind.
My brain, being all fucked up, didn't know how to go about it the right way, though. So, I concocted a fucked up plan to make her fucking mine. Seeing Shawn spinning the gun around only helped me out, and the fact that Carli was there was the fucking cherry on top.
Yeah, I married Carli only because I knew married couples couldn't testify against each other. The time I was sneaking around Scarlett's room when they were roommates, I wasn't sure if she saw me, so I had to marry her. Carli and I weren't married long, but it sure as hell fucking felt like it. We were toxic together, and even the guys agreed. She was too young for me—not that I have an issue with age, because I don't—but she acted too young.
When I sawthe opportunity to kill her and end the torment she was still causing me, I took it, knowing that her death would get blamed on the innocent group of kids merely having a good time on Halloween. Boy, did I ruin their fucking lives. I got more than what I wanted, though. Carli was fucking dead and Scarlett was mine, so it was a win-win.
I just wasn't expecting all the shit that would come along with it. Falling in love with her was never part of the plan, but it happened and now we're all trying to figure out where to go from here.
Sitting on the balcony of our apartment watching the blizzard wreak havoc on Salem, we pass another laced blunt back and forth, none of us quite knowing what to say. Even though Scarlett's inside, I can feel her eyes burning a hole into my back, but I don't turn around. Keeping my eyes on the heavily falling snow, I hit the blunt and hold it in, passing it to Riley.
"Does Scarlett know you were married to my sister?" He asks out of the blue, keeping his eyes on the cars slowly driving below.
"Not that I know of. Why?"
"Just wondering. Are you going to tell her before we kill her?" He grins, blowing a cloud of smoke into Blade's face, pissing him off.
"We're not killing her, Riley."
"The fuck we're not, Blade. That was always the fucking plan and we're not fucking changing it." Riley glares at Blade and gets in his face, making Nixon get up, having to pull them apart again.
"Will you both shut the fuck up before she hears yo—"
"Fuck you guys!" We all turn around at the sound of her screams, watching her run away from the open sliding glass door.
"Well, fuck. Now she fucking knows everything." I stand up and storm back inside, the guys following closely. Somehow we need to fix this and figure out what the fuck we're going to do. Noticing four opened beers on the counter, we each take one and chug it down, thanking trouble silently in our heads for the hospitality.
Scarlett
Slamming the door to Blade's room, I find comfort on his bed,wrapping myself up in his warm blanket—that smells just like him— as a frigid breeze floats in through the cracked windows. Tears stream from my cheeks as I think back on what I heard… Carli was married to Saint… what the fuck? And I still can't get over the fact that he's the one who killed her, but what really bothers me is the fact that they're still planning on killing me. Now I don't feel so bad for what I've done.
I knew saving those pills would come in handy… and the amount of them that I crushed up and put into their beers is enough to make them overdose. If they don't die from them, I'm already prepared to kill them. I'm more ready now than I ever was, especially after listening to their talk on the balcony.
This is it. It all ends today.
Just thinking about it, a surge of satisfaction washes over me. It's been a long time coming, but today everything changes. The torment, the pain, the control—it all ends here.
Laying on Blade's bed, my mind races through all the atrocious deeds they've committed, the lives they have destroyed. Society may have turned a blind eye to their wickedness, but not anymore. Today, justice will prevail, even if it means taking matters into my own hands.
No longer will they have the opportunity to prey on the innocent, to leave a trail of broken hearts and shattered lives. The darkness that once enveloped me has become my ally, providing the strength and resolve to carry out this final act.
Ever since the four of them kidnapped me and forced me into enjoying the sadistic pleasure they elicited upon my body, I've resented them as well as fallen in love with them.
The door to the room opens and Blade and Saint walk in, sadness in their eyes and regret all over their faces.
"I'm sorry, Scarlett," Saint says, breaking the ice first, which surprises me.
Noticing both of them holding a beer, guilt gnaws at me, knowing what they're drinking, but I don't say anything because as I look up, Nixon and Riley are standing in the doorway holding the other two beers.
"Sorry for what? Lying about Carli being your wife or lying about doing all of this just to kill me too?" I sneer, turning toward the window.
"We're sorry for all of it, sinner, but I'll fix it… I promise," Blade says as he sits down on the bed, putting his hand on my thigh with a tight grip.