Serenity

Chapter 88: Continuum

Jo's POV

I never thought I would feel so betrayed.

I just stand there, gun slowly lowering as he rolls Daria over to make sure she's not dead. Why the fuck does he care so much? My subconscious may be a bitch, but it's right. He shouldn't care so much about her.

I hear others running down the corridor and stop right behind me. The reason I shot her in the shoulder is so she could feel the pain of slowly dying before I killed her. I am become death. I need to get this subconscious thing under control. The foot steps behind me sound like nothing compared to the ringing in my ears. "Jo," is all I hear and I turn to look at Morgan.

My face must be stone cold because he seems slightly scared. From the way his face twitched to the way he's slowly moving backwards. "How long," is all I can muster out. It's the only thing I need to know. How long has he been fucking her.

"He's not..." he says and trails off so now I can't tell if he's telling the truth. I don't think he is, not about this.

"I don't believe you," I say with a soft smile as tears run down my face. He broke my trust. He said we were together, I thought he waited like I did. But who am I kidding? Guys don't care who fucks them, they just want the pleasure of it all. I turn back to them and how he's plugging her wound. He disappears all day only to be seen when it's convenient for him. Makes sense.

"If you run away now, you won't get him back. This plan of yours to kill your father won't work," Morgan says to me as I carefully watch their every move. Hero looks up at me with these sad, but angry, eyes. I'm furious.

"He chose her," is all I can say again and I shake my head. I turn around to walk out but Morgan puts his hand on my waist to stop me. "I'm not running away. He can talk to me whenever he damn well pleases, I just need a drink," I say and Morgan looks at me with sad eyes before nodding and letting me go.

I walk down the corridor and take a deep breath before opening the door into the red madness again. I shuffle my way around people to the bar Maia is working at. She sees me and gives me sad eyes, wiping my nose even more before pouring me a drink. "Do you wanna talk about it," she asks softly into my ear.

"Not right now, right now I just want to get wasted," I say and she nods as I sip tie drink. I don't care if I'm gonna be drunk and high at the same time. I feel hurt and betrayed. He could've told me, especially since he's been acting so lovey-dovey with me.

Hero's POV

I can't believe Jo shot her.

I knew that she hated her, I've known that for a long time. They have always had quite the distain for each other. But why the fuck would shoot her?

I'm hyper aware of the fact that Jo is standing there, slowly lowering her gun as I try to plug Daria's wounds with napkins I had in my pocket from some fast food place. I'm not as aware of what Morgan is saying to her, but when he comes over to me I can tell she is gone.

"She shot her," I say to Morgan who seems to me the mediator of a lot of situations between myself and Jo. I hold pressure on the wound and it seems as if Daria knocked out when she fell. She must have hit her head.

"My guess, Daria made her do the coke," he says to me and I look at him like he's slightly insane. "We don't know what went on in there man, and I bet it didn't help when you told her not to shoot," he adds to his previous statement but I simply just shake my head.

"I know Daria isn't a good person, but she's gotten better over the years," I say as I try to justify my actions. Probably not my best idea since Morgan is always playing a sort of devils advocate when it comes to Jo and I.