Rescue // Ashton Irwin

twenty two.

Noah.

I wanted her to suffer.

I wanted to watch the light leave her eyes like I had to watch it leave my sister's.

"It wasn't her fault," they would say, "It was nobody's fault- an accident."

But they were wrong.

It was her fault.

It was all her fault.

And I was going to make her pay.

It started off as a game to me, bringing myself down to her school with a bullshit story about wanting to "get sober".

It was almost too easy, putting up an act.

She believed every second, and I couldn't have been more pleased with myself.

It was hard at times, because she didn't know.

She had no idea that she was in the car accident, or that she killed my own sister, because of some form of amnesia- but that didn't make it any easier.

I had to get my whole family in on it, telling them not to mention a word when she came to our family parties and get togethers.

Sometimes I felt the smallest bit of guilt, but it was quickly washed away by the hatred that clouded over me every time I thought of why I was doing this in the first place.

I wanted her to feel the pain I felt as I watched the light leave my sister.

I wanted her to feel the physical pain Rachel had to feel in the days before she was finally taken from us.

So, after I made her fall for me, I began her demise.

It started with hurtful side comments, weaving in things that she told me in the dark confines of our shared bed in a whisper before sleep took over.

I continued until I heard her break down in tears when she thought I wasn't listening.

Then, I knew I'd broken her emotionally, and it was time to step up my game.

I would get drunk before, to make it easier, because believe it or not, hurting her wasn't the easiest thing I'd ever done.

It felt good when it was over, knowing I was giving her the consequences she rightfully deserved.

I planned on continuing until she eventually got the hint and left, but it seemed as if she was going to stick around.

That gave me a sick sense of enjoyment, watching her tear herself apart because I'd tricked her into falling in love with me.

But then that bastard came along and ripped my plan to shreds.

I had went to him when I first came back into town, he was part of the elaborate act I put up to fool everyone.

And to think he had the nerve to interfere with what I'd so carefully crafted.

I knew I was losing her to him, and it hurt for all the wrong reasons.

She was going to get off the hook for killing my sister, and I knew I needed to interfere.

I figured that I couldn't get to her by attacking her anymore, I needed to go deeper.

That night I saw Adley at the bar with another boy, I knew I needed to teach that slut a thing or two.

I thought I'd have to do it alone, but as luck would have it, there was a partner in crime waiting for me just around the corner.