Page 10 of Madness & Mayhem

I move, my fingers growing steady as I pierce the first layer of skin. I bite down on the wrap firmly, letting my teeth sink into the soft material as I pierce through fully, digging through the wound and out the other end.

A groan rips through my throat, my eyes watering as I pull the thread tightly, then move back to do it again.

I can’t help the moisture that tracks down my cheeks as I let out another groan. The needle goes through, and blood oozes from my skin, tracking down my abdomen and soaking into the waistband of my briefs.

Fuck, this hurts.

I pull the thread again, until my skin pinches together. Saliva collects around the wrap, and my face is soaked in sweat and tears as I let out another groan, the needle going in once again, only for it to be pulled out the other end.

I continue doing this, until the wound is closed, and my hands are once again shaky. The wrap between my teeth is soaked in saliva, pooling from the corners of my mouth as the pain becomes overbearing. I pull the needle one more time, tightening the thread just as a ringing starts in my ears, and the edges of my vision grow cloudy.

And quickly, everything fades to black.

I gasp in a breath, shooting upright in bed.

Holy shit.

Pain rolls through me in tremendous waves, and I let out a groan as I look down, seeing the needle and thread dangling from my suture wound.

Fuck.

I knot it tightly and reaching over, I grab the scissors from the pack on the mattress and snip the needle off. I toss it into the kit and reach over, grabbing another beer.

Fuck my life.

Cracking it open, I take a sip, using all my strength to shove myself off the mattress. My legs feel slightly weak, but better than earlier. Walking to the window, I pull the heavy curtains aside, glancing out at the morning sun. It’s barely risen over the horizon, and I’ve got to guess it’s somewhere around five in the morning.

I drop the curtain, taking a sip of my beer as I hobble back toward the bed. Sitting down on the mattress, I scoot back until my spine hits the headboard. My body aches, all the way to my chest, and I know it goes deeper than just the physical pain.

The reality of what happened last night hits me.

I killed my friend.

Lakyn knows it’s me.

A part of me wonders if I should just flee. Disappear like I did three years ago, so no one can find me. It was easier then, like I never existed. Or maybe I did, but I just hid well enough that no one could find me. I could do that again, easily, maybe even more so.

But I can’t.

Because leaving Lakyn before was torture.

I won’t leave her again. Even if she doesn’t want me, or is repulsed by the fact that I’ve fucking killed people left and right, including her best friend and her father, I still won’t let her go.

I can’t, my soul won’t fucking allow it.

She’s the other half. The one half that we all wander around the world looking for. We don’t live to go to school, or get a job, to get a college education.

That’s not what we, as humans, are made for.

We’re made to find our mate.

Lakyn Ashford is mine, and I won’t let her go.

Even if I have to kill everyone around me to get to her.

I’ll tear down everyone in Hellcrest Heights if I have to.

She’ll hate me for killing Creed. Shit, a part of me hates myself for killing Creed. He’s a part of us. Part of the crew. Creed was a good man, and his death was unneeded, but it happened anyway, and I can’t restart his heart, no matter what I do.