Freaks (Ticci Toby) ((Sequel to Outcasts))

Chapter Seventeen;

Kerigan

Do you ever get that feeling where you suddenly can't breathe?

I mean, like. Gasping for breath. Lungs, can't get enough air, ears start ringing, it's bad.

Okay have you ever been stabbed in the stomach? No? Well imagine it, cause that's how I felt right now.

It was the day.

"Hey babe, you ready for lunch?" Toby asks from the doorway. It was only 11 am. 12 hours until I was supposed to meet Grossman at the Earth well.

Toby had been up my ass, while simultaneously kissing it for the past 48 hours. It was getting on my nerves.

"Not really. I'm not hungry." I mumble, trying to focus on the paper I was scribbling on. I had been writing out detailed plans for how I was going to escape, but now I quickly scribbled all the words out.

"What are you writing?" He asks, walking over in curiosity. I jump and shut the book quickly, and glare up at him.

"Can I have ANY privacy?" I snap before I can stop myself. His eyes darken in anger as one twitches.

"What is your-your problem?" He snarls, and I hold myself back from literally growling at him.

"For the past 48 hours you've been rammed up my ass like you were a butt plug. It's like you can't leave me alone for a second." I stand up quickly and toss the book across the room. There's footsteps on the stairs and he shuts the door quickly, hissing back at me.

"I wouldn't be up your ass if you hadn't been basically cheating on-on me."

Oh you fucking cunt-

"I NEVER EVEN CAME CLOSE TO CHEATING!" I yelled, anger flaring in my stomach.

"You might as well have been."

"What the fuck is your problem? Seriously! I am NOT YOUR FUCKING PRISIONER, I'M NOT YOUR PLAY TOY! I am a HUMAN and I have FREE WILL." I pace angrilly, hands shaking with the urge to throw a flame ball at him.

"I'm just trying- trying to keep you safe and you spit in my FUCKING face!" His fist connects with a wall, and in a second, I have a knife in my hand. It was in my pocket from packing. His eyes harden in anger as he stares at the blade, blood dripping from his fist, still not fully healed from his fit three nights ago.

"You have done nothing but try and intimidate and scare me this entire time. To keep me trapped here."

"It's not like I was ever taught any other way to protect someone than to control them! Have you met my father?" He hisses, wiping his eyes suddenly. My anger falters slightly as I sigh, sitting against the wall heavily. My jaw clenches, searching for something to say. When I come up blank, I decide suddenly to sing instead. A song from our favorite musical to watch together.

"Fine, we're damaged. Really damaged. But that does not make us wise." My eyes slide shut and I lean it against the wall. "We're not special, we're not different, we don't chose who lives or dies. Let's be normal... see bad movies... sneak a beer and watch TV.. well bake brownies, or go bowling, don't you want a life with me?" I squeeze my eyes shut tighter, tears rolling down. We will never have normal, but fuck we can pretend. You'll never stop loving him- but what if you don't have to? "Can we be seventeen?" I sing softly, my eyes opening to stare at him. "That's all I want to do..." my voice cracks and I swallow carefully and wipe my eyes. "If you could let me in, I could be good with you.."

He sinks against the wall next to me, fighting his own internal battles as we both ignore our tears. "People hurt us,"

"Or they Vanish." He sings softly, perfectly on cue. I smile and wipe my eyes before taking his hand.