xvi.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, letting that girl tug you around like you're some sort of plaything? You need to do something about that…"
"I…can't…"
Sputtering blood, he looked up again,
only to have his face met with a near-blinding blow. Oh, how the
others were not pleased. They were much less than pleased…
First he'd gone off without saying
a word…
Then he'd decided on his own to
torment a girl…
And then this had to happen.
"You can, and you will…"
"I WON'T."
"Well, if you don't…"
-*-
"…we'll just have to tear your precious Brianna to pieces, won't we?"
The threat was still cemented in
his mind, unmoving, creating ghastly images which forced themselves upon
him with every breath…
Every time he closed his eyes, he
saw her…
Throat slashed to ribbons.
Insides strung like party streamers…
Dark hair falling over somehow immaculately
pale, flawless shoulders…
And her eyes…
Wide open, amber orbs staring, fear-stricken,
into the ceiling.
He wouldn't let it happen.
Couldn't.
Even…if she hated him, he couldn't
let his angel pay his penance.
He'd just have to get to her before they did. Make her listen…
The parking lot – her dark blue Suburban
was there, hulking in the blackness. He'd often snickered about the
fact that she'd drive such a monstrosity, as she was so tiny…
Who knew? At this point, who
really cared?
-*-
Five floors.
Six…
Seven.
The elevator was broken again, and
he thought that with every step he took, something else was happening,
something horrible…
If anything happened…
He'd never forgive himself.
Down the hall…
Where was her door?
…open. It was open.