Kill Your Darlings by Rory Ireland

Author:Rory Ireland [Ireland, Rory]
Language: eng
Format: epub

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CREW

Before he can make contact with me, I hear the gun go off. Tristian is hit somewhere in his back and twists his body in pain before he crashes to the floor.

“You fucking cunt,” he screams, before his head hits the concrete near our father’s feet. I repeatedly kick him in the face, rage overtaking me.

“Don’t you fucking talk to her. Don’t even look at her!” I scream, lifting my foot and slamming it down on his face. I only stop when I feel Cherish at my side. She weakly sags against me as if I’m some sort of comfort to her, even though I know that idea is absurd. She can barely lift her wrist to hand me the gun and I’m fucking confused as I take it out of her hands and pop the safety on before I stick it back in the waistband of my jeans.

“Fucking hell,” our father chimes in, and I silence him with one look. He should have kept talking and taunting me until I shot him in the face because what I have in mind for him will be a much slower, more painful death.

“You could have used this on me too,” I say quietly to Cherish, and I’m not entirely sure why I do. She doesn’t comment, and I know her well enough to garner that she’s aware I’ll just snap at her if she says she wouldn’t hurt me. I can’t control the urge I have to pull her into my body. I know things will never go back to the way they were before she betrayed me. I’ll never forgive her, and she should never forget the things I’ve done to her tonight and the things I’m going to do after everyone is dead and we get back to the house.

As soon as I pull her to stand in front of me, I use both arms to contour her to every muscle I have. I brush her hair out of her face and look at her tear-stained cheeks and watch as her sad eyes close. She goes limp in my arms, and I realize then how cold she actually is. “Fuck,” I say to myself, scooping her up and setting her back on the bench. I step over Tristian’s body and grab one of the heavy wool coats hanging on the hooks near the side door. I cover her with it and stroke my hand over her face. I’m shaking with anger, but this time it’s at no one other than me. I spent the last few months convincing myself that if she dropped dead, I wouldn’t give a fuck, but clearly, she’s still my only weakness. No matter what she’s done, I’m not ready to lose her just yet. Her whole body is trembling, but her face looks so angelic and peaceful as she curls up on her side under the jacket that covers everything except her lower legs.

“You’re pathetic,” my father spits the words at me and that’s all it takes for me to walk over to him and punch him in the mouth twice and then back away.

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