Graves

by Katelyn Taylor

Gasoline by Halsey RUNRUNRUN by Dutch Melrose

“That night, it took me by surprise. I haven’t felt so…connected to someone in a long time, ever maybe.” I cross my arms over my chest as I look up at him. “Is that a bad thing?” “Yes,” he says flatly.

Soak my panties and sign me the fuck up.

“Sweet dreams, angel.”

“Fuck, I knew you’d bleed so beautifully for me.”

“Yes. Say hi to my mom and dad.” He laughs, forcing a demented laugh to escape me.

What the fuck just happened?

“Because if he heard anyone tell you that staying here with me and him will leave you broken, battered, and in the gutter, he’d string them up by their toes and skin them alive.”

He’ll love you so big, want nothing more than to hold you tight. Only if he’s not careful, it’ll be too tight, and he’ll snap your neck.”

“My brother and I are a good team.”

“You smell so good.” Her voice practically moans through the phone. “You’re such a bad man, how do you smell so goooood?”

My breathing is shallow, my body chilled straight to the bone as I’m locked in eye contact with my abuser. My tormentor. The devil himself. My foster dad.

“What’s the most painful one to use?” I ask. Zayden cackles with glee before he rushes over to me.

huff in frustration before I see Zayden raise his hand like an eager child in class. I furrow my brows at him and nod. “Can I help you, angel?” “That would be great, why did you raise your hand, though?” I ask as he walks around Jim. “I didn’t want to interrupt your fun.”

God, he’s fucked up, isn’t he? Like really fucked up. Why am I liking him more and more by the minute, though?

Zayden seems to nod in approval before he shoves it into his mouth, pushing it so far back that it blocks his airway.

He can’t hurt me anymore, not even in my dreams, not after today. I’m free. I’m free.

There is so much wrong about Zayden, but there is a lot that’s right about him, right for me.

“Look at that. Look what you did, angel. You’re so perfect, so incredible.”

I did it. I did it. I’m free. I’m free.

Tell me the last time you woke up in bed with one brother, went and slaughtered your childhood abuser with the other, fucked said brother in the man’s blood, only to have a threesome with both brothers? Yeah, it was a first for me too.

He pissed himself when Zayden took out his eyes, and he passed out after I took a dildo wrapped in barbed wire, Zayden’s idea, and shoved it into his ass. I was pissed off that he passed out because I really wanted him to experience every rip, tear, and ounce of pain, just like Blake had to.

“See you in hell, fucker.”

“I’ll love you until the end of time, angel. In this life, the next and every single one to come. It will always be you.”

“I love you so much more, babygirl. Forever. It’s always going to be us. All of

“You know she used to call us Dom and Zay? Never our full names. That’s why it threw us so much when you started to. It felt…serendipitous.”

“I love you, Zayden. More than I should, more than I knew I’d ever be capable of. I love you so much it physically hurts to be away from you.”

“That’s better. I love you, angel. More than my next breath, more than this entire planet. I’d happily sacrifice every man, woman, and child if it meant protecting you, keeping you.”

That’s one dead piece of shit.

I fade away, loving them with my absolute dying breath.