The Lonely Hearts Club

Chapter 68: Torture (Hades)

I never thought I could hate myself more than I do at this moment.

The knife shakes in my hand, no longer implanted in Greg's flesh. When Bree looks at me...it's painful.

She's looking at me like she doesn't know who I am, I mean, is that wrong? She knows parts of me, but not all. She doesn't know the parts of myself I've tried to hide from her.

It's like a bucket of ice water has been dumped on me and reality comes crashing to hit me like a freight train. I was stupid to think Bree would like someone like me.

I don't know how I can make this better, I was going to tell her myself. I could have made it sound less bad, but seeing me carve a knife into someone is confronting. A lot more confronting than If I had just been honest.
I hate myself so fucking much.

Nicks clicks his fingers and I drag my eyes away from Bree to look at him.

"Now will you finally explain everything to her?" He asks bitterly.

I hate him too.

I should have known he'd do something like this. All the weird cryptic shit he's been saying lately? I should have known. How didn't I guess he'd do something like this?

"Wait, Bree, I can explain," I begin. Is that what my voice sounds like? It sounds all cracked and strangled.

"Hades..." she trails off, at a loss for words.

I wish she would look at me, I wish she would look into my eyes but she's not. She can't stop looking at Greg, and at the knife in my hand and all the cuts all over his body.

"You will not explain anything," Lana says to me, her voice cold. In the dim light, her costume vampire makeup is making her look possessed.

It's like Bree then registers Lana is here too, she looks at her, a distressed look on her face.

"Oh Bree," Lana sighs. "I really wish you didn't come down here."

"I'm sorry." She chokes out.

"Come with me, I need to talk to you." Lana smiles, but it's strained.

No.

"Like an interrogation?" Nicks asks, suddenly looking regretful for what he's done.

"Yes," Lana says.

"Wait no, that's not what I wanted to happen, please don't I just wanted Hades to—" he tries but she raises a hand and he stops talking.

Please not an interrogation. Hardly anyone survives Lana's interrogations.

"You finish this." She snaps, glaring at me and gesturing towards Greg.

It's like I'm underwater, everything is slow. She takes Bree's arm and leads her out of sight while I stand there, useless, like a deer in headlights.

I'm still in shock as the steel door slams, leaving me alone in this cold, dark, horrible room.

What the fuck just happened? I'm feeling like....well, fuck—it's hard to put into words.

I become consumed with thinking about the worst possible scenarios for the situation.

Bree is never going to talk to me ever again.
Bree is going to fail whatever test Lana has her do in the interrogation.
Bree is going to be killed.
She's—

"Hmmmmm, hmmmmm!" Greg starts trying to break free of his restraints, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I try to calm myself down.