“I didn’t kill her.”
“Stop lying!” he yells, storming at me to shove the knife under my throat. “Admit it. Fucking admit that you murdered Mavis in cold blood. Say it to my face how you wanted her to die.”
“And then what?”
“So eager to prove me wrong on how long I can torture my victims …” He scoffs. “You think this is my first time?”
“No.”
“Then what makes you think it’s smart to lie to my face?”
Blood rolls down my neck. “I didn’t kill her. She fell.”
“Again with the fucking lies …”
“You want the fucking truth? All right, here it is. We made a fucking pact to jump together,” I say.
“Why the fuck would she do that?” he snarls.
“Because we were both in love with someone who didn’t love us back, and she decided she was going to start over and stop yearning.”
“What? That makes zero sense,” he replies. “Who the fuck would she be in love with—”
“Your buddy Heath,” I fill in.
It takes a few seconds for it to finally land with him. “No way. She would never—”
“They were together constantly.”
“She wasn’t into him!”
“Says who?” I retort. “You? You think she told you everything?”
He steps back, disdain on his face. “You’re lying. You’re trying to get into my head.”
I shake my head. “It’s the truth.”
“Then why the fuck is she dead?”
“Because I couldn’t fucking jump, that’s why!”
He laughs. “Bullshit.”
THWACK!
Another punch hits me right in the face.
“Fuck you. Fuck you for killing my sister. And fuck you for lying about it.”
I chuckle. “Fine, then don’t believe me. Become the killer you accuse me of being.”
THWACK!
“Fuck you. I’m protecting my family and getting my revenge.”
I snort. “Protecting? This is what you call protecting?”
“At least I’m protecting my other sisters from the likes of you,” he says, spitting on me again.
