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There’s something so enticing about the thrill of the hunt, alluring almost. My soul has been tainted in blood my entire life, the darkness within me clawing at my skin like a ravenous beast and demanding an outlet. Fighting is who I am. Somehow, it’s become ingrained in my very genetic makeup. I don’t know where I end and the hunt begins.
Okay, so maybe thinking excessively violent thoughts when first waking up isn’t exactly normal for most people, but it’s an unfortunate situation I find myself in far more often than I’d like to admit to anyone. Not that my family expects me to hide my psycho side. If anything, I’ve been encouraged from birth to embrace it.
When the bakery throws someone a going away party, you know that person spends far too much time there… They had a cake. And balloons. And a banner. And the baker honest-to-God bawled his eyes out at the prospect of losing his best customer. My dad has a problem.
“Mom!” I scream. No one messes with my cupcakes. He’s going to pay, and dearly. “Start planning the funeral and break out the bleach! You’re down one kid, and it’s gonna get bloody.”
Don’t cuddle your brother. Cuddle your brother. Don’t cuddle your brother. Cuddle—
Why am I not surprised that the first thing my dad says when we set our eyes upon the new house is, “I think this is far enough away for no one to hear the screams?”
I finally understand how Anna feels in Frozen. I might even burst into song like a dramatic ass bitch. But instead of, “Do You Want to Build a Snowman?” it’ll be, “Do You Want to Stab Your Brothers?”
It honestly annoys me that I’m the youngest. Gage legit got me a bottle and pacifier for my birthday last year, and I swear he and Tristan laughed about it for months afterwards.
“One, don’t start a fight, but if you have to fight, make sure you finish it. Two, if you have to fight, make sure they bleed. Three, if you really have to kill someone, do it in private so it’s easier to hide the body.”
When he only stares at me blankly, I groan. Of course they’re going to stake out the school. Being weird is what they do.
Ohhh. Is this my first mean girl? I honest-to-God get tingles in my stomach.
Gage and I were worried when you had to run off so quickly before.” I probably shouldn’t tell him that my father had wanted to throw knives at me, right? Yeah, I’m gonna assume that’s weird.
Will we have more classes together? Fuck, maybe I’ll have to scare the office administrator into changing my schedule and— What the fuck are you thinking, Gage?
I beam a smile at her. She’ll never be able to tell it’s fake. No one ever can.
I don’t know who Serafina is, but I know she sees me. And being seen? That’s worth anything she may ask of me.
he sighs and hurries away, muttering under his breath about being “too weird for life.” I think I need to get a T-shirt with that motto. Ohhh! Maybe a pink one with glittery words…
“Yeah, people. As in, multiple genders. It seems like you joined the cast of the Bachelorette or some bullshit.”
I know I literally just gave him permission to call me, but a part of me panics. I legit want to throw my phone as far as I can across the room, watch it shatter against the wall, and then go into the basement, grab my parents’ prized bazooka, and blow it to smithereens.
“So you’re telling me I’m not allowed to hide behind a trash can dressed entirely in black while wearing a ski mask?” he deadpans.
Oh my…fuck. He’s going to murder me when he learns the truth. Correction—Jenson Jenkins will cut off my head when he learns the truth, while Sheila chops up the limbs and Caleb disposes of my body. I haven’t met Maddox yet, but I’m assuming he’s just as terrifying.
Hell, it looks like the one in her hand even has a glittery pink blade. Who carries a glitter weapon, let alone wears it as a barrette?
You know killing is far more efficient than just stabbing, Ser. If you stab them, they can come back for revenge. If you kill them, then we just have to hide the body. Way less work.”
“I’d call them hippies if it weren’t for their penchant for violence. Caleb, our older brother, says we’re the tie-dyed version of the Addams family.”
Tristan nearly stumbles over his own feet as he shoots a wide-eyed look at Gage. “You want to stab me again?” Is it just me, or does he sound strangely turned on by that?
“Well, I may not approve that all of your friends are guys, but now they know it’s their own fault if we have to dissolve their bodies in lye.”
“That’s what I’m saying.” She smirks and moves to fiddle with the strap of her backpack. “I’m the only opinion that matters here.”
“Who the fuck are you?” the busty blonde asks with a snarl. “The ass that just keeps giving,” I call absently over my shoulder as I continue to drag Kian away. And then, because I just can’t help myself, I bring a single finger to my ass and release a sizzling sound.
This fucker is tickling me. Someone is going to pay in blood.
“It’s probably nothing,” my mother agrees in a soothing voice. And then she adds, “But just to be safe, grab the grenades out of the basement.”
“Did you really have to sit on him and wait until his face turned blue before letting him go and whispering ‘Your death is near’?”
