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I’ll tear myself apart at the seams to be rid of you. I’ll shred myself down to the very last atom, a handful of stardust and ash.
Ex Malo Bonum
Good out of evil
The government always has money for bombs and wars, but never for the places that actually need it.
Woah now… lol
The anniversary is close—a little over two months away. I can’t live to see that day. No matter what it takes, I’ve got to be dead before November.
There’s no one else to blame. I got this way all on my own. I’m the fucking monster in this story.
I’ve already met the ghost that’s riled Kade up so badly before I came to Blackwood, but I never expected to see her again.
I’m no saint. Just seeing her covered in fresh blood has my heart hammering against the ribcage and my cock twitching. She looks like a beautiful fucking disaster, one that I can’t wait to see unfold.
Phoenix steals my plate, muttering as he dumps a giant serving of lasagne on it as well. “Fucking eat it,” he orders. “Jesus. Yes, sir.” “Good girl.” I kind of like this bossy version of him, all growly and harsh.
Fucking Hudson. That name is cursed. I’m not particularly looking forward to meeting someone who will only remind me of the past.
I bet its the same hudson
Hurting her has only wound me up more. I want to do it again. I want to cut her. Make her bleed. Make her cry.
Rule number one; never tell a crazy person they look better. We don’t want to hear that shit. Nine times out of ten, you’ll push them to self-destruct even more just to prove you wrong.
“I didn’t want you to know,” I manage to say. “Why? I don’t get it, Hud. None of it.” “Because I didn’t want you to think badly of me! That’s why!”
Ugh! He just want his brother to love him
Hudson is too broken for anyone else. I am too broken for anyone else. I fucking hate him, but there’s a hellish part of my brain that is still addicted. We need each other, and there’s no denying that ugly truth. I need his toxic love like a heroin addict needs his next fix.
“Phoenix is a dealer turned addict who sold his soul to the devil to provide for his family. You haven’t seen him in a manic episode yet, but trust me, it ain’t pretty.”
“There’s Hudson,” I continue. “The hot-headed asshole who can’t go a day without beating on someone or fucking to deal with his guilt.”
“Then you’ve got Eli, the silent, tortured soul, so traumatised by his past that he can’t look at a match without breaking down and cutting himself. He hasn’t spoken since he was a kid.”
“You know how far back my demons reach, Brooke. I’m a control freak who can’t help but pick up lost causes to try to fix, no matter how pathetic and desperate for love that makes me.”
None of us are perfect, but you don’t have to be to take up space in the world.
I’ll save this stubborn bitch, even if it’s the last thing I do.
I will keep this family together, one way or another. If Brooklyn wants to screw with my guys, then there isn’t going to be any special treatment. We’re a fucking family, and families share.
Harsh. Grating. Raw. Disused. “D-Don’t… go.”
“S-Stay.” Stuttered. Broken. Pained. Unpractised.
Lips parted on words spoken only to me, breaking years of silence. Eli drops one of his crutches and raises his hand. His fingers are outstretched to beckon me closer. I stare into his wide eyes, full of horrors of both past and present, understanding in a way only kindred spirits can be.
Eli’s hand clutches mine painfully tight. “Live… f-for me. For us.”
“Something’s wrong with this place. We need to find out what is really happening, and somehow conceal the fact that it was us who threw Rio off that fucking roof.”
