Hell Himself

Backshots.

Bill's pov

I lit a cigarette and pressed it to my lips, inhaling the smoke. I was waiting for Ameri to get her ass here so I could drop her off on the street. She caused nothing but trouble here. All of it was her fault.

I looked down, leaning against the driver's side of my car. I brought my hand up at chest level, turning it around and looking at my trembling palm. I'm not sorry for what I did. It's who I am. This behaviour is in my nature. I'm known for my violent ways, and I can't soften up for some girl. I'll never soften up for any girl. Right?

The smoke glided out of my nostrils, descending into toxic mist in the air. I folded my arms, giving a harsh glare at the door, where Ameri was supposed to come out of. A loud, irritated groan rumbled in my throat. She was taking too long for my liking.

I gave up waiting. I stomped my way over to the small staircase, walking up and twisting the door handle back into the mansion.

"Ameri!" I called out her name.

No answer.

I was about to call her again when I heard the same noises as one year ago. I needed to listen more carefully to be sure.

I made my way to the bottom of the stairs, staying at the bottom and looking at the wall as I tried to figure out if I was right.

I was definitely fucking right.

I heard ameri moaning, loud slapping, grunts from Tom. They did it again. Again.

Before I knew it, I was upstairs, walking down the hallway. The sounds only got louder from there.

I didn't barge in like last time. No, this time, I cracked the door open. I peered in, seeing Tom on top of Ameri. She had her ass in the air like a whore, her hands gripping onto the headboard and her cheek resting against the pillow.

Was my brother seriously giving her backshots right now?

I didn't want to look like any more of a perv now, so I stepped back.

"You wish it was you, hm?" Georg suddenly blared from behind me, making me jump out of my skin.

I glared at him, crossing my arms. "You fucking dick, stop doing that."

He chuckled, shaking his head as he threw his hair into a ponytail and waltzed down the hallway. He disappeared into his room, leaving me alone in the loud sounding corridor.

I tried to ignore the fact that my brother was pounding my girl - even if she isn't yet mine.

The more thought I put into this, the more hurt I initially felt. This is the second time I've caught them in the act. Well, last time I was too late, but not this time. I told him how much I loved her. Hell, I even told her that. The betrayal of this is miraculously unreal to me. You'd think that Tom would be more empathetic about heartbreak, but no. As easy as it is to find a new girl, I don't want a new one. Ameri is the one for me. Ameri is who I want. Even if it means killing for her love, I'll do it.

I may be clinically insane.

I know I am, it's not that fucking hard to miss. I can't decide with her. Do I want her? Yes. Do I show it? No. Do her stupid acts make me want to skit her throat? Absolutely.

It's like a carousel. Round and round with the same emotional thoughts, the same decisions. Yet, I can't decide on a single one.

Aside from my thoughts, I was still going to hold this grudge against my twin for eternity.

The first time wasn't that bad, but this time is. It's only worse now because I told Tom that I was in love with Ameri.

I left the hallway, walking back downstairs and inside of the wardrobe underneath the staircase.

It took around five minutes before I heard and saw Tom and Ameri coming down. I waited for them both to be inside of the garage before I came in.

"Where were you?" I asked them both in a demanding way.

They spun to look at me. Ameri did, in fact, have a bag with her. She had two, to be exact. One was a backpack, and another was a carrier tote bag.

I suspiciously glared at the bags. "Why haven't you got more in there?"

She looked down at the bags in her hands and then up toward me again. "Because I only packed the stuff that I use most."

"Hm." I nodded, my eyes drifting towards Tom.

I was trying hard not to confront them about what I'd just seen. The urge was coming in hot, pounding away at my head harder than Tom did to Ameri.

Tom must've noticed my unhappy look. I know that because of what he decided to blab out of his mouth.

"Stop being such a grump. Lighten up, would ya?"

Lighten up? Lighten the fuck up? He was crossing borders that went beyond my threshold of emotions.

I couldn't explode at him. As much of a master I am at making things worse, I didn't feel like doing it today.

I smiled, slapping a hand on Tom's shoulder and forcing out a chuckle. "Oh, you really know how to dull the ache, huh?"

That joke wasn't hard to miss. Hinting that I knew wasn't easy to get past this slut.

Tom completely missed it, but I knew that Ameri could tell by now. The look on her face resembled horror and dread. She knew how much pent-up rage was deep inside of me. She knew that for a god damn fact.

Tom pushed my hand off, putting his arm around Ameri's waist. "Yeah, well, I know how to dull aches better than you." He grabbed one of her bags. "You just make 'em worse."

Ameri's eyes widened. Now she was really looking mortified.

That motherfucker.

Just as Tom started to walk away, with both bags in his hands, I reached into my waistband.

"Bill." Her desperate voice echoed. "Don't."

Slapping her across the face, I completely ignored her plea. She can just look away if she doesn't want to watch. She backed up, in a way, so Tom could see her.

I pulled my gun out, cocking it and aiming it straight at Tom's head.

Ameri's cry of terror glowered through the garage. "Tom, move!"

Tom looked cluelessly at Ameri before my gun fired, and a bullet landed in the back of his head. Ameri screamed louder than a whistle, her hands covering her mouth as tears made a tsunami down her face.

How's that for a backshot?

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