Page 92 of Poison Aches
Emmett
“Jerk,” King murmurs silently from where he stands behind me. “Was that really necessary?”
I ignore him and stare at the hallway the girl just escaped to.
That was a very dramaticexit stage leftAngel just did.
No one will agree with me butthatwas unnecessary.
But fuck me, I have to admit that watching her flee like that, with tears barely hanging on to her eyelids, after she just spewed all that nonsense… now, that was worth it.
I can’t say that sight didn’t make me feel like an asshole because let’s face it, I don’t particularly care and caring would make me a liar.
But as far as assholery goes, I might be slightly better since as a principle, I don’t lie.
Actually, I don’t have time to lie.
Just as I don’t have time for delusions and feeding the foolish fantasies a silly little girl harbors in her fractured mind.
So, “Yes,” I mutter. “That was very necessary.”
“Color me shocked,” Noah snorts sarcastically. “He never wastes words but when it comes to Ivy, he seems to have plenty of words to say. Even the unnecessary ones.”
I can feel the displeasure aimed at me. After all, Ivy is the sheltered egg to these asshats. They take protecting her seriously. If only they knew…
“Like you said,” I start quietly. “I don’t have time to waste words, so that was necessary.” The room falls silent.
While I don’t have much time left, I do have a few more heartbeats and the patience to allowherto see the error of her pitiful ‘feelings’.
If I can help one silly little girl get a hard reality check then consider my sainthood please and fucking thank you.
Besides, I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true. I just kindly reminded her of something.
That poem she’s been trying to engrave on her brain—it’s fucking telling.
She’s not all the way clueless, Ivy Marie Irving.
Sometimes I think she understands her reality but then sometimes she needs a push.
Like just now when she finally noticed me in the room, that look she gave me didn’t feel right to me.
It felt like she was begging me for something… something I’d never give her even if she were on her knees.
Though the thought of Ivy on her knees, looking up at me with those large doe brown eyes…
“Not this time,” I suddenly hear behind me. “You have a crap heart, we all know, but that doesn’t mean you get a free pass to be mean,” Astraea says, obviously annoyed with me in defense of Angel.
“Mean?” I scoff. “I didn’t know telling the truth nowadays is considered as being mean.”
Why do people want what doesn’t want them?
Why do humans fight and struggle for things that would inevitably bring them nothing but suffering in the end?
Take time, for example. If we all know the result is death and no one can escape it, why then do some idiots want to prolong the inevitable?
Why fight it? I’m not.
After all, what one has to face cannot be avoided.
