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

by S.T. Abby

This is for the ones who lost their voice. This is for the ones who wish they could be Lana Myers. This is for the ones people still whisper about. This is for the ones who fight every single day to forget. You’re not alone.

“He knows how to burn shit. Now I’m really turned on,” Hadley whispers to herself as I move back behind her.

“Get out,” he hisses. “Don’t cry for me, Jake. I’ve survived because of you. You kept me alive,” I say through strain, still firing blindly over my head to keep them pushed back. “You don’t get to fucking say goodbye!” he barks before the line goes dead.