Chapter 226
"I know. That's why I'm doing it now- this is the safest way," I assured him again, and he hesitantly nodded. "I'll be fine. I'll feel your presence all the way from the car," I reached over and kissed his cheek, but he caught the side of my neck as I went to lean back and brought my lips to his.
"I love you," he told me when we pulled away. I comfortingly rubbed the back of his hand with my thumb as I kept my hand onto of his.
"I love you more, dingus," I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door.
"I still have no fking idea what that means," I heard him say as I shut the door with a chuckle.
My steps felt heavy as I walked into the hospital, and I focused on my breathing as I found my way through the place to where I could find out his room number.
"Hello, can I help you?" One of the nurses asked me with a friendly smile, and I approached her.
"Hi, um, my... brother is in here but I don't know what room he's in, could you tell me?" I asked her, and she nodded.
"Of course! What's the patients name?" She asked, looking at the computer.
"Milo Anderson," I replied, and she found it after a few moments.
"Ah yes, come with me," she smiled again. Well that was easy..
I clasped the silver cloud charm that was strung around my neck between my fingers as we walked, trying to draw any strength I could from it.
"Here it is, looks like he's awake," she told me, and I smiled at her, the moisture in my eyes not fake.
"Thank you," I spoke, and she replied before walking away.
After a few moments of just standing there staring at the door, I took a deep breath and walked in. When we made eye contact, I shut the door and stiffened.
Damn Asmodeus... remind me not to mess with my boyfriend.
"Nice face," I greeted him sarcastically, referring to his messed up appearance. One of his eyes were swollen, the other bruised, but they were both wide as he looked back at me.
It took all the strength I had, but I walked over and sat on the end off the bed. I needed to channel my inner bad bitch, and I needed to do it now.
"Why are you here?" He asked.
"If you speak one more word, I'll inject some cyanide into your IV," I threatened, and he all-but-gulped.
Alright, there she is. I had missed her.
I obviously didn't have fking cyanide on me, but he didn't know that. His eyes stayed wide.
"What Asmodeus did," I paused for emphasis, "is nothing compared to what I can do to you," I told him. "I can ruin your entire life if I wanted. I can turn your friends against you and make you lose your job. I can get you kicked out of college and have to explain to your family that you raped a girl. You'd have to look your mother in the eyes and tell her everything you did to me as I hold a knife to your back. You got it? Right now, you're looking down the barrel of a gun that is in my hands," I spoke low, and his jaw clenched and unclenched.
I felt myself smirk.
And I hadn't thought that I actually would when I told him I would, but I could in fact feel Asmodeus's presence all the way from the car.
"The thing about me, Milo, is that I can be a fking psycho if need be. I mean, look at my brother, after all. We do have the same genes," I tilted my head innocently at him. "You could be the person I've been waiting for than can let me reunite with him in prison," I thought out loud, and his breaths were a little shaky even as he oh-so-obviously tried to hide that.
He was scared. Good.
"Do you know what it's like, Milo?" I started again, "To have every inch violated by some disgusting, worthless asshole? Lemme give you a hint, for me anyways, it is gut-wrenchingly and eternally infuriating. And I'd hate to be on the receiving end of the wrath that's been brewing in me- which happens to be where you are. Funny how that works," I commented, seeing that one of his knees was wrapped up. Without shame, I reached and casually pressed down on it with all my weight. He grunted and let out a pained hiss.
"Stop," he growled through a wince, and I tsked at him.
"I thought I told you not to say a word," I repeated myself, standing up and pretending to reach in my pocket for the fake cyanide I had in there. He flinched.
"No- no, please don't," he pleaded, and I let out a sick laugh.
"But no means yes, right? I mean, that's what you think, anyway," I pointed out, and he continued to look up at me scared.
"There are so many ways I can fk up your life, do you understand? And the difference between the two of us, is that I have so many people that would help me. And if you did anything to me, or any of them, the shit you'd go through would only get worse. You cursed yourself, congratulations," I sat back down on the bed and he swallowed again.
"You had said a while ago that you know something about my brother. What is it?" I asked sternly, and he didn't try to avoid answering, afraid of the non-existent poison in my pocket.
"He had a kid. With this girl named Cassidy," he confessed, and I dropped by scary act for a second to look at him incredulously.
"Yeah, no fking shit he had a kid," I responded, and he looked confused.