Sixty-Two
This is fucking insanity, and I have to keep reminding myself that this isn’t a fucking Hollywood movie, a Netflix docuseries, or a goddamn video game. It’s fucking real life, and it’s hell on earth.
Dylan is aiming a gun at my girl, Alvi’s is trained on Dylan, and from the corner of my eye, I see Payton enter the fucking scene from the other side of the parking lot.
Chase and Max are standing behind me, but I feel like I’m on an island of one.
Time is standing still as my world crashes to my fucking feet.
All I see in my head is the fucked up nightmare of my beautiful girl covered in her own blood last fall.
She felt dead in my arms, and it woke me the fuck up when I held her tightly to my chest. I fucking refuse to let that ever happen again.
Fucking now included, and I walk straight ahead into the line of fire.
I’m full of adrenaline, determination, and all these fucking feelings for Ed that season my blood.
She adds flavor to my life and makes me feel fucking bold.
I could give a shit that I brought a knife to a gun fight.
Don’t fucking fuck with me. Hell isn’t getting an angel tonight.
She’s my demon, and I’m fucking keeping her.
“YOU KILLED HIM!” Dylan shouts at Ed, talking about that punk ass bitch that she killed in self-defense.
“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE, DYLAN!” Payton bellows out while she steps away from Ed’s cousin.
This crazy bitch shakes off her man, who is trying to hold her back, and is walking right up to a guy holding a gun like she doesn’t give a single fuck as she screams, “I TOLD YOU THAT VALENTINE WAS MINE!” The loudest screech I’ve ever heard echoes in my head and reverberates in my chest. I don’t like her fucking words.
No, she’s not, you psycho bitch, Edison’s mine.
She’s not yours, and she sure as fuck ain’t Dylans.
“THIS CUNT BITCH KILLED MY OLDEST FUCKING FRIEND! SHE NEEDS TO FUCKING PAY FOR THAT SHIT, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!!” He looks fucked up in the head. Like, he may be tripping his balls off or having a psychotic break.
“GET INSIDE THE FUCKING BUILDING, ED!” I scream, and hope that the goddesses she loves so much, fucking protect her now more than ever. Especially since it’s making me sick to my fucking stomach watching Dylan point a fucking gun at my girl.
I’m also hoping that the ‘diosas’ protect Chase and Max, because my boys need to go, “If there’s an opportunity to get the fuck out of here, then I’m gonna need you both to fucking take it, I need you to fucking run all the way back to the house and stay there.
Stay with Evie and Red.” I pause and take in a deep breath, my chest feels tight, and they’re both looking at me with stone-cold fucking faces.
“I can’t protect all of you,” I tell them.
I can’t. I know I fucking can’t. I’m not gonna be able to keep all three of them safe, and I know that Alvi won’t be able to keep us all safe either.
I don’t care how many guys Alv has, we’re the ones standing here right fucking now.
“Don’t make me choose between my girl, my brother, and my best friend, because you two will lose, and I don’t wanna have to fucking do that. ”
“Dylan, put the fucking gun down and step away from my girl,” Ed’s cousin demands, and I can hear the fear and anger in his voice. I can tell that he’s hesitant to move forward. He doesn’t want to scare him, and I don’t want him to fucking spook him either.
“I’M NOT LEAVING UNTIL I GET MY FUCKING PAYBACK! IT’S NOT MY FAULT THAT YOUR GIRL IS CRAZY!” Dylan shouts in retaliation and points the loaded weapon at Payton.
“CRAZY? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING CRAZY, YOU FUCKING PSYCHOTIC PRICK!” Payton’s gun waves in the air as she uses her hands to talk, and my stomach plummets to my ass. There are too many fucking guns here and not enough common sense.
“WHAT’S CRAZY IS THAT THIS BITCH,” she shouts, pointing her gun at my girl, “THOUGHT THAT SHE COULD HIDE FROM ME.”
“Alv, what’s going on?” Amy sobs from the doorway in a terrified voice. The way she says his name gives it all away, and who she is to him snaps into place in my head; she’s Alvi’s secret wife.
Chase and Max have to go, and they have to go fucking now.
Like Chase needs to use his fucking super speed, and Max needs to keep the fuck up, because Alvi will choose to protect her over anyone else out here.
I know, because it’s what I would do. Hell, it’s what I’d want my brother, and of course fucking Max, to do if shit was gonna pop off.
And right about now, it fucking feels like it’s about to blow.
“AHHHH! FUCKING QUIET!” Dylan screams, and it grates on my last fucking nerve. I hear my brother mutter something under his breath, and it makes Max grunt in agreement. I don’t think they’re fucking leaving, and I’m gonna fucking kill them for it.
“Yell at her again and I’ll shoot out your fucking teeth,” Alvi says with a bulletproof voice before calming his tone, “Baby, I’m gonna need you to go back inside, now.”
“NOBODY MOVES UNTIL I SAY SO!” Payton screams with a trembling hand as she and Dylan yell over each other.
“NO! THEY STAY!” Dylan shouts with a strained voice and looks fucking disturbed when he rubs the barrel of the gun up against his temple. Not gonna lie, I fucking wish it would shoot off a round in his face so we can all go home.
He’s pacing now, and it’s making me more fucking jittery. I’m ready to crash the fuck out. I look over at Alvi, and I know he’s about to, too. He’s keeping his shit trained on this motherfucker with a fucking serious look on his face when he yells, “NOW, AMY!”
“GET INSIDE, ED!!” I shout because both these fucking women aren’t moving a fucking muscle, and now Dylan’s waving that gun around as he talks to himself. What the fuck did this guy take?
“OH MY FUCKING GOD, HER NAME IS NOT ED! OR EDISON! OR WHATEVER ELSE SHE SAID IT IS! HER NAME IS VALENTINE GARCIA!” Payton wails, and I swear she snaps a fucking vocal chord.
“AND SHE’S TAKEN EVERYTHING FROM ME!” she cries out, “TIME I’LL NEVER GET BACK WITH GABE!
MY FATHER –,” she rattles off while pointing the gun at Ed.
“Payton! No, baby, give me the gun!” Gabe shouts as he tries to step in front of her, but Ed has all her attention, and Payton’s eyes are locked on her target.
“YOUR FUCKING FATHER RAPED ME EVERY DAY AT THAT FUCKING SCHOOL AND I’M GLAD THAT HE’S FUCKING DEAD!
” Ed screams while losing her fucking shit under the literal spotlight.
“SAME GOES FOR THAT OTHER MOTHERFUCKER, I HOPE YOUR BOY FUCKING BURNS FOR TRYING TO RAPE ME!” She says while spitting as close to Dylan as she can get.
She lifts her chin to him with absolutely no fucking fear in her eyes as she looks at me from over the two guns that are trained on her. Fucking hell, Ed.
I’ve never been more shook in my entire fucking life, and my fear flips to anger real fucking quick. I roll my fucking shoulders back, remembering that I have a fucking spine, and stand up straight.
“This shit ends now,” I grit out. My girl’s fucking brave badass. She deserves for me to not only man the fuck up, but show the fuck up. So that’s what I fucking do when I charge forward with Alvi. Chase and Max are close behind me just as a gun fires.