Chapter Twenty Him
Chapter Twenty
Him
Leaves rustle and gnash under the weight of his body, and a groan escapes him before his whimpers mix with his own harsh breath.
He hurts. I made sure of it.
I drag his body by the ankles over the ground as dirt and sticks leave a wake behind him.
“Evie,” he whispers.
I often wondered about this moment, picturing it almost sentimentally in my mind. It always felt strange to think of it that way, because how can I feel sentimental about something I’ve never done?
But that’s how intensely I’ve yearned for their deaths. How viscerally I live out this moment in my mind.
This is my legacy. Just like death will be theirs. It’s fucking poetic.
He groans again, his weak hand trying to latch onto a passing tree, but it’s no use.
“We’ve reached our destination.”
I drop his heavy feet to the ground, causing a thud, a reverberation of his impending death, through the forest, before I squat close to his face.
Blood trickles from his nose, the tight skin around his bottom lip popped open like a can of biscuits.
He calls her name again. And I laugh.
“Even in this moment, one that should elicit your life to flash before your eyes . . . you’re only thinking about her.”
Poetic. This is exactly where I want you.
I suck in a breath of the crisp air. “I shouldn’t tell you this. I’m going to kill you and let them watch.”
My eyebrows rise in surprise because he groans, trying to fight, but I pull out my phone and lift it for the perfect angle, readying the camera to film.
“Say murder.”