Paper Trails 2 | Draft

45.

"You corrupted her soul and now you can't handle the monster you've created."

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"Raven?" I glanced over my shoulder, furrowing my eyebrows, feigning confusion. "How did you lose your switchblade?"

"Huh?" She dug into her pocket. "I didn't, it's right--shit."

I snatched it from her hand the second she pulled it out and lunged for Milan, knocking her backwards. I could faintly hear Niccoló and Raven shouting at me, but all the blood pulsating in my ears was loud enough to block them out. I flicked it open and held it to her neck.

"One step," I growled, addressing the two of them. "And I slit her throat."

I meant it. It was scary how much I meant it. I would.

I will, regardless of what they do. Milan stared up at me in surprise. She hadn't expected me to attack her.

"Tell me," I whispered to her, digging the blade into her skin. She winced, but put on a brave face.

Her lips twitched, liking that she got a rise out of me. "Which part? The sex or the kill?"

It broke the skin when I pushed harder. My eyes watched as a drop of blood rolled down the side of her neck. I wanted to kill her.

"Neila," Niccoló's voice came back, sounding far away. Like we were in a tunnel. "Neila, think about what your doing."

"She killed Tyler. You knew."

"Neila, please don't do something you're going to regret." That was Raven.

I shook my head, a dry laugh leaving my lips. "I won't regret this. Stay back."

"The first time I fucked him was in his car. Completely unexpected." She dragged a tongue across her lips. "The second was...when was it? I can't remember. Might have been after dinner."

"Shut up," Niccoló growled.

"Heel, boy," she teased him with a grin. "Sit."

"How did you kill him?" I ground out through clenched teeth.

"Well...there was a gun in my hand. I aimed. Pulled my finger back a little bit. And...boom. Blood, brain matter, and a dead Tyler." She pushed her head up a little, but I forced her back down. "Would it help if I said I was aiming for you?"

"Were you?"

She laughed. "I don't know. My eyes were closed."

I felt the bone break before I realized I'd hit her. It hurt. But God, it was more satisfying then sex. So I did it again. And again. And again. And again. And again. I got lost in it. Like how I'd gotten lost in stabbing Chris. My surroundings disappeared. Niccoló and Raven's shoutings disappeared. Over and over, my fist slammed into her face until my it was covered in her blood. And my blood.

And then I remembered the knife. I leaned down, so my lips were by her ear.

"This is for Tyler."

I remember when I stabbed Chris. The knife had a prefect straight blade. It slid into him like was warm butter. This was different. Rough. The blade was jagged, and it tore into her. She'd made a sound in the back of her throat, and her eyes widened slightly at the feel of a knife inside her gut. I heard a scream from behind me. My name being called. I pulled it out. Milan's body arched up a little and another choked sound left her throat.