Mean One by Ab. Cynthe

Author:Ab. Cynthe [Cynthe, Ab.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-12-09T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

The Grouch

“Where the hell have you been?” Max skipped into the cave, swirling a bloody axe, her body soaked in blood. Fuck, what did she do now?

“I was taking care of something.” She tossed a dismembered hand at my feet with a smile. “Can’t write a report without hands.” She wiggled her fingers.

Ah, Cindy. I picked up the bloody, tattooed hand, examining the hacked flesh closely.

“Thanks for handling that for me. Looks like you finally got your revenge, freckles.” Max snickered as I eyed her with a grin, watching a blush rise to color her perfect dark cheeks. Such a wicked thing.

“That’s not all.” She placed her hands behind her back, her breasts pressed forward as she slowly stepped toward me, dragging the axe behind. “I ran into May-Martha.”

My grin fell.

“What happened?” A hint of fear tugged at my dead heart, dreading what she might’ve done to her. She had a temper and was full of jealousy towards May. Who knows what she would do if given the chance? Max made a face and began to walk deeper into the cave.

“Max?” The sound of the axe dragging behind her mixed with her echoing laughter. “Max! If you laid one hand on her, I⁠—”

“What are you going to do? Punish me?” She laughed again, stepping from view. “You’ll have to find me first,” she sang. Ignited with anger and the need to know what happened, I tossed the hand aside and followed her deeper into the quarry.

The cave was filled with tunnels, twists, and endless turns. It was a damp and cold maze that would make anyone crazy if they tried to explore it. Max and I had memorized nearly every inch over the years as I chased her through it, loving what usually happened next.

“Max,” I snarled, checking every tunnel I passed, searching. Her laughter led me deeper as the light faded away from our dwelling. “Max, where are you?”

“Did you know your pretty, perfect little May isn’t as sweet and innocent as you think?” she sang, her words echoing in the distance. Where the hell was she? I needed to find her, to know if she hurt May-Martha.

My heart raced, my breaths coming out as heaves as I picked up my pace, slamming my fists into the rocky wall as I growled.

“Max!”

“Naughty May-Martha,” she hissed.

Where the fuck are you?

“She even showed me her heart.” I stopped, my eyes searching the darkness for any sign of her, fearing what she might say next. “The one inked into her pale flesh, its twin attached to yours.” No. My body bulged with anger, fearing the worst. “Don’t worry,” she whispered, sounding close. “I didn’t kill her.” My body exhaled, relief flooding my veins as I relaxed at the statement.

“Max,” I softly called her name. “Please. Where are you?” The sound of rippling water pulled my attention. I knew exactly where she was.

“Max?” I stepped from the tunnel, the walls of the cave lined in a single strand of faint Christmas lights, the room soaked in a red hue from the quarry light still powered and peeking from the rock.

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