Paint It All Red (Mindf*ck, #5)

by S.T. Abby

Love is not supposed to be beautiful. It’s supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they’re worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted. —Lana Myers

“I need something to stab, and he needs to be stabbed. Seems like we could help each other out,” I tell him dryly.

“He doesn’t love me like I love him,” I say hoarsely. “I love him enough to burn the world to the ground in his name.”

hope you never catch this one. I hope this one ends every shred of evil this town has left in it. I believe in avenging angels, Agents. And I think this killer has been granted a dark gift to rid this world of the corruption this town offers. I thought there was a soul left to save, but now I don’t think there is. I think the angels’ wrath is here.”

I hope she fucking kills every last person with a badge who didn’t come to save her when she was left to bleed out.

My father would love this horror movie, because the bad guy finally wins.

I’m probably creating the illusion in my head, but I’d like to believe that if my mother had lived to see the horrors that were bestowed on her family, she’d be equally onboard. For she was a romantic.

“But your job—” “I left it,” he says, studying my eyes. “And your life—” “Is wherever you are. Guess you shouldn’t have been so perfect if you didn’t want me to love you this much.”