Cole grit his teeth, his bloodied fingers clenching,
“You believe that I could ever believe those foolish lies your brother spun for my mother?”
Oh god, what sort of hell had he fallen into?
“Oh, Ilovethat expression.”
Cole shivered again, so completely useless as her laughs rendered him frozen, “You were never meant to be here, Cole.” She whispered, mocking him, “It was always meant to be your brother at the other end of my gun.”
Almost as if on cue, the cool surface of her gun pressed against his forehead. A sudden rush of hatred washed over him at her silent words, “Don’t you see that he used you as bait?”
“Don’t you understand that you were nothing but a useless brat sent to his death?”
That snapped his thread of sanity. And with the hatred coursing through his blood, Cole snarled and went right for Raylene Walker’s throat. Fuck this, he thought as he saw her eyes narrow. As he saw her fingers press the trigger.
When the bullet went through his head, Cole had only a second to think. Only a second to curse this entire world and damn Raylene Walker to hell.
He wasted it to hear Raylene Walker whisper with his blood on her face,
“You shouldn’t have come, Cole.”
And left the world like he’d never been there before.
After they lost it…
“Whether it was falling in love or losing their minds, it was all the same.
He fell first,
“But she fell harder.”
1
Raylene Walker had always slept peacefully. There hadn’t been a single time when she’d plagued by her nightmares or any other useless thoughts. Somehow, she was the type that could sleep through fucking bomb blasts. The thing is, with the life she’d begun to lead, that hadn’t been the best of signs for her safety. So, staying alive was not only strenuous but also…
Annoying.
Don’t get it wrong, she didn’t necessarily want to die. Just believed that she didn’t want to go out by being stabbed to death in her sleep.
Tonight, however, was a bit different.
Ray sat on her bed today, staring at a screen with a tub of ice cream in her lap as she caught up on a show, she hadn’t had a chance to watch. She hadn’t had the time with all the planning, the killing, the…
You know how it was.
She yawned and licked the ice cream off her spoon as another episode automatically rolled in. It was dark in her room, darker than it was outside. The moonlight didn’t seem to be in the mood to shine bright today. She touched her spoon back into the tub, trying to focus on her show when the spoon clacked against its surface, displaying its emptiness. Ray glanced down, a frown marring her face as she eyed the empty container.
Just as she was about to decide whether to go get another tub, her gaze flickered to one side, catching the briefest shift in the shadows of the room.
Her only sign of surprise was a blink.
The shadows moved again, the minutest of all movements, so quiet.
Sostupid.
Ray relaxed her shoulders, keeping her eyes fixated on the flashing screen. Her head shifted to one side, the quietest of all gestures as she breathed out an even breath.
And it would’ve been fucking perfect.
