Sliced Trees and Dead Words

21 - Food for dogs.

- LUNA -

I fucking despise them.

I want nothing more than to claw into their chests, rip their fucking hearts out with my bare hands and force them down their own throats. Maybe even feed them to Medusa.

That's how much their love of their son is worth. Food for dogs.

And don't even get me started on what I could do to that degenerate fucking paedophile. If Wolfe wasn't here basically forcing me outside, I would be choking the life out of him while forcing his dick so far up his own ass that he'd be praying for death. Give him a taste of his own medicine, which is so much less than he deserves for what he did to Dalen.

"Luna, please wait!" yelled Grace, running clumsily towards Wolfe and I as he ushered me into the passenger side of his car. Clearly I wasn't driving us home, which was probably a good thing as I'm so mad right now I would likely drive his big, fancy car into the weatherboard wall of their fucking living room, hoping that son of a bitch was under the tires as I pulled away.

Wolfe whistled sharply and Medusa leapt into the car behind me, taking up a cozy position on my lap, and I hugged her like her innocence would somehow heal me of the unbridled rage that was overwhelming me right now as Wolfe shut the door behind me, then walked to meet Grace in front of the car before she could reach me.

He stood arms folded, with back muscles tensed and a firm, wide stance that made it known that he wasn't going to be convinced of whatever she was trying to say. I imagine it was something along the lines of, 'Please, Luna. Just let us explain.' To which I hope he replied with, 'There's nothing to explain to Luna that she doesn't already understand perfectly.' Though admittedly Wolfe's judgement is questionable at best due to his insistence that this—coming to tell Darren and Grace in person—was the 'right thing to do.'

I'm so mad at him right now, even after everything he was doing to try to keep me calm, which I know is exactly why he was doing it all. The rubbing of my back, the squeezing of my thigh, the hand holding, standing between me and that slimy piece of shit. He must know now how much of a supremely awful idea this was, and no amount of him being sweet and protective is going to change that.

He left Grace standing there alone after a few minutes, and I saw the deep inhale he took before he opened the door to get in. He didn't look at me as he backed out of the long gravel driveway, but then again I wasn't looking at him either, too fixated on the old bastard looking out from behind the heavy curtains in the window.

It completely reignited the rage that had been dampened by Wolfe's mere proximity to me; an unwelcome realisation I wasn't prepared for when he shut the door behind him.

"Breathe, Luna," he said through gritted teeth and sad eyes. The contrast was almost painful to endure because he's previously been so easy to read. Now I don't know whether he's mad, sad, or just worried, because through all of the confusion of his facial expression, his words were spoken out of genuine care for me. He had noticed I wasn't breathing before even I did.

I inhaled deeply, but it didn't do anything to alleviate my anger. In fact, it just made it worse, because now, in addition to being in a murderous rage about Dalen's parents, I am also pissed off that Wolfe apparently knows me better than I know myself, which is not something I ever wanted another person doing, least of all him. It would break Dalen apart if he ever saw how quickly I found myself connecting with Wolfe, when I tried so hard for years to find a way to feel something for him like this. With the way my body instinctively relaxes into his whenever he's near me; how much it craves the feel of his skin against mine, even when purely platonic; how much I relish in the sound of his deep voice, even when it's nothing more than two word directives reminding me to breathe; how much I miss his eyes on me, even when I know it poses a risk to both of our safety if he were to take his gaze off the dark, country roads in front of us now to look at me.