Page 53 of Broken Pieces

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Page 53 of Broken Pieces

Even if it takes forever, even if there’s no coming back from it, I’ll let them destroy my body and mind until there’s nothing left.

16

Max

“She’s really not told anyone what we did,” Mad says as we follow Violet from her dorm and across campus.

He's right. The threat we left in her room must have worked because she's kept her mouth shut. Not that I was worried she'd go to the cops or anything.

“She knows it’s us. Let's just end it while we’re ahead.”

I shrug my shoulders, unsure what he's expecting me to say. He's well aware I'm not backing down from this. “She liked it, of course she’s not going to tell. But she couldn’t have been sure it was us. She’ll think she let two strangers get her off."

“No, I’m serious Max. Somehow she always knows it’s us. I think we might have got this wrong. You heard what James was saying to her, I think he’s—”

He cuts himself off and his brows suddenly crease as he quickly asks, “Why the fuck is she going to the sports center? She doesn’t work out.”

I watch as Violet pushes through the large double doors leading into the front of the building and she disappears inside.

There’s not a single reason why she’d be here, like Mad said, she doesn’t exercise. Her body is soft and perfect as it is; it wouldbe a shame for her to lose those curves. She’s already lost weight from not looking after herself properly and barely eating.

We’ll put a stop to that soon enough.

Under our care she’ll do everything we tell her to. She'll eat from our hands if that's what we want.

“If she’s visiting some dickwad jock, I’m going to kill him,” Mad seethes through his teeth.

“We’regoing to kill him,” I correct him, as we head through the doors.

We come to a halt as we see her up ahead, standing there with her back to us as she waits for the elevator.

If she turned around now she’d see us, our actual faces and the games would be over.

Putting the back of my hand on Mad’s chest I signal for him to hold back.

We wait for her to step in and clock what floor she’s going to, before we step out of sight down a corridor to our right. It leads to the stairs and we quickly run up to the third floor.

My right side is tight and uncomfortable by the time we get there, my muscles complaining from the strain I just put them through. I quickly wipe the sweat forming on my brow so Mad doesn't see and start telling me to take it easy.

I'll take it easy when we're done here and not a moment sooner.

The pain is giving me the motivation I need to carry on even if it is making it hard to distinguish between what's right and wrong anymore.

If I'mbeing honest, it makes it hard to think of anything. Some days the pain is so constant that it's all I can feel. That and the anger it manifests inside me.

As soon as I see the sign for what department this is, my head goes woozy and my knees buckle. Mad catches me before I drop, but I shrug him off me.

"I'm fine."

Of all the places she could have gone today she chose the goddamn physiotherapy department.

What the hell is she doing here?

I lost countless hours in places just like this as I struggled to recover after the accident. Some days I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed and go, it was only Mad that forced me to in the end. That is until I dragged him here and stopped going completely.

All that pain and I’m still not back to what I was before that night.

“Are you sure? You can sit this one out,” Mad says as he absentmindedly rubs at his right elbow. When I first noticed him doing it I thought it was a nervous tic, but I realize it’s our connection.




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