Chapter 10 Pucks & Memories #2
The next night, I’m walking through the maze, heading for the cemetery gates.
A few girls giggle ahead of me as they walk out of the maze and up the cobblestone path through the dense fog approaching the old iron doors.
I step around them, digging in my pocket for the wrought iron key to unlock the gate.
After doing so, I remove the lock and chain, hanging it on the lever as I push the heavy metal, swinging it open for everyone to enter.
The cemetery is located at the highest point of the mountain overlooking the river.
The cathedral is just beyond the cemetery with a mausoleum attached to the back of the building.
Last night was a mistake. I should’ve never gotten that drunk and I shouldn’t have fucked those girls but I’m an impulsive son of a bitch and make poor choices.
I did however, text Ivy to meet me here tonight.
So now I’m in a bit of a pickle. I just couldn't get over being hurt by Liv. I thought that by writing her that poem, she was the one I needed— the one my soul spoke to with just one look and now I’m second guessing myself.
She never answered me and I never wrote her again.
Hopefully tonight she will be here and I can give her a piece of my mind.
Walking to the far end of the cemetery, I sit on a concrete bench and wait until I spot one of the guys.
They deserve an apology for my actions, but I needed to cool down or I was going to lose it.
I’m sure they know how disappointed I am in myself but I still need to apologize.
Buckman will be lucky if he even makes it through the night, he might stand a chance so long as he steers clear of me.
I still haven’t faced the news my father dropped on me the other night about my brother.
It doesn’t feel real and I’m not sure how to navigate all this alone.
He didn’t really like me much because I didn’t want the life he had, so I was nothing but an immature little pissant to him.
The only time we bonded was when he taught me to kill.
Other than that, he kept his life private and had his own demons to deal with.
Footsteps crunching as they slowly approach in the snow has me lifting my head to see Liviana.
My eyes trail up her legs, taking in the black fishnet stockings covering her thick thighs.
I take my time; slowly raking over her short black leather skirt up to the white tank top she’s wearing under her black cropped zip-up hoodie, showing off her perfect fucking cleavage.
Not wanting to look at her for another second, I stand before she crowds my space.
“I’ve been looking for you!” She shouts.
“Get the fuck away from me!” I spit walking away from her, but she shoves me and I stumble into a headstone. Spinning, I get in her face.
“If you don’t fucking walk away now, I’m going to fucking hurt you!” I growl, but she just rolls her eyes.
“I’m sick of this fucking game, Hayes. What are you so mad about?” She shouts, putting her hand on her hips.
“Mad is an understatement Liviana. You show up to my game, late, in another man's jersey after I specifically told you to wear mine. What fucking game are you playing with me?” I grit, raising a brow as she huffs.
“I’m not playing any fucking games, asshole.
He forced me to wear it!” She fires back, and my vision blurs as she continues to speak.
Whooshing sounds flow through my ears as I hear keywords that make me irate.
“Forced. Made. Can’t. Hurt. Blood.” Her voice echoes in the distance, even if she’s standing in my space.
Memories flood for a split second but I push through not wanting to go there. Not now! Not in front of her!
Growling, I move to take off through the cemetery, but she grabs my wrist and I quickly wretch it out of her grip.
“Go enjoy the party. I have something to handle,” I spit, walking quickly through the cemetery, disappearing into the dense fog.
“Forced. Made. Can’t. Hurt. Blood.” Those words keep whirling in my head as I search for the fucker I’m going to kill tonight.
Weaving through a sea of people, I spot him talking to a few girls.
Taking out my phone, I send him a text to meet me behind the cathedral.
Walking away from the crowd, passing the steps, I make my way around the side of the expansive building.
I hope none of the elders are in the tombs right now.
I really don’t want to have to explain this kill to them.
It will just put a target on Liv’s back, and that’s the last thing I want.
Footsteps approach and I step out of the darkness, making my presence known.
“What’s up Grinder? Hey, thanks for losing us the game last night. Maybe next time I’ll steal your spot, since you can’t get the job done.” He laughs as I rear back, punching him in the face. His head whips to the side from the impact as he stumbles in the snow.
“Fuck you, Buckman.” I grit, tackling him to the ground, laying punch after punch to his face. He laughs with every hit, only making me madder.
“You touched what wasn’t yours and you forced her to wear your pathetic jersey.
You could never be me.” I laugh sinisterly.
“You’re a fucking loser, just like your father,” I spit.
“You will never be worthy of my spot. You fucking piece of shit!” I growl as I continue to mangle his face, feeling bone crunch underneath my fist.
“She’s not yours either,” he groans, and now it's my turn to laugh.
“That’s where you're wrong,” I smirk, reaching into my pocket, taking out my pen. “Ahh, hello friend, we meet again,” I laugh sinisterly as his eyes widen.
“Ask h-her about D-Dillon,” He stammers as I step on his fingers, crushing them into the frozen earth. He screams as blood pours down his face.
“She has a whole boyfriend back home. My younger brother. If you don’t believe me, ask her.
Or better yet, ask her why she’s here.” He taunts.
I grip his blond hair, pulling his head back just like I did to Knight.
He swallows thickly as I press the sharp point to the vein that is pulsating erratically in his neck.
“It was nice knowing you, Chuck Buckman. See you in hell.” I growl, swiping the point against his vein as blood sprays my hands and pants.
“Fuck y-you.” He chokes and I laugh, stabbing him in the neck repeatedly as blood splashes against my hands and face.
“Fuck me? Nah, fuck you and your brother. She’s mine and only mine.” I roar, not stopping until I hear a gasp. Lifting my head up, I see Liv standing there with her hand covering her mouth.
“Get out of here now!” I command and she takes off running the other way. Wiping the pen off against my sweats and tucking it in my pocket. I let go of his hair and drop his head to the ground, rolling him to the edge of the cliff and letting his body fall into the river.
Taking my phone out, I see it’s almost time for Manhunt to start. I text Ivy and tell her to meet me in the cemetery. I need to let some of this pent up tension out and there’s nothing more satisfying than being balls deep in a tight cunt.
It’s time to play my Sinister Valentine. Let’s see how fast you can run.