Playing With Fire

Chapter Fifteen

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                                            Recap 

          My eyes dart their way around and then freeze as they take in a familiar figure. Not Layla, but Travis the devil himself. As I observe him walking across the backs of cars, a phone attached to his ear, he gruffly readjusts the leather jacket on his body. I start to flush at the thought of him tapping into the conversation Ashley and I had today, until I remember the reality of this entire situation. He didn’t show up to school for the past week—and he’s been here the entire time.

            I grit my teeth, willing myself to get over my fear, and look over at Ashley who is looking at Travis too. When she notices me staring, she jots her head in his direction and smirks.

            “Speak of the devil,” She comments, raising an eyebrow and folding her arms, “Looks like he ding dong ditched you.”

            I scoff and turn my back in Travis’s direction, aiming to walk backwards while taking to Ashley.

            She calls out, “If you change your mind—“

            “—Which I won’t—“ I assure her before she can even complete her sentence.

            “Come find me.” She concludes that statement with a cheeky grin.

            I shake my head visibly in her direction before whirling around and searching for my wrath victim.

                                            Chapter Fifteen

                                         TRAVIS: An Hour Before

           James Grenage. 

            The only name I have found that is equivalent to the wrath of hell.            

            He shatters humanity, maliciously tearing the life out of his victims.

            I’ve seen it.

            The monster that resides in him is worse than anything I’ve witnessed.

When I looked at him, through childish and hopeless eyes, I saw a man of power, of wealth. Star struck by the idea, I forgot the sins he committed—the sins that made him—and began to imagine a life like his. He was the one man I was born to obey and raised to fear. And I did fear him. I did, when I was younger, believe that everything he said made him divine.

            So did the rest of us.

            But you see, that’s the thing: I did.

            There came a moment, like a breakeven through ice, that crashed on me—thrashing my world. His power, his money, it all came from my blood—my labored breathing. The only difference between me and the rest of them, was that I chose to rebel.