The Eruption of Mountgomery

Chapter 53

That voice. That voice. It was his. How could it have been his? It sounded so much like him, but there was more bass it--it was like gravel under the wheels of a car. He stuffed his hands into his pockets as he sauntered easily toward his car. He glared through the windshield at the house. My house. How could I be afraid of him? Why should I be afraid of him? It could not have been him. He lowered his head, glaring at the weapon still curled in his grasp. It was supposed to be easy. It was meant to be an easy task. He could have left right then and there, and I would have still followed him. I could have stayed in the house--let him weigh all his options. However, the next option was something I should have had the foresight to realize that he would try again. 

 Placing the pistol into his glove box, he placed his head upon the top of the steering wheel; shutting his eyes. Pain radiated from the grazing of the bullet from Skyler, but he willed the pain to go away. 

It's all your fault you're such a coward. Stop. No. That voice within the confines of his mind chuckled darkly. I am you and you are me. "No." He whispered. I am you! You have hidden me for so long, suppressed the urge  to slay everybody and everything in your path. Let me take control. For once be divisive. 

"No." He said a tad louder. Oh please. You're so weak. Love makes you weaker. Let me take control. She's holding you back. Not me, her. Let her go! 

"No!" He roared, his eyes slammed open, and I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms. He smiled--it was a little too wide for my liking though. That fear that gripped me when Skyler died returned with a scathing vengeance. His car door was thrown open. He ran toward me. The temperature of the air surrounding us dropped several degrees and white fluff began to fall to the surface. His fist connected. Each blow was everything coming out. The pain radiated through me, shaking me to my very core. I do not know when I found myself on the ground, but I did and the pain worsened. Despite the freezing temperatures, lightning danced like the aurora borealis in my swimming vision. I glared up at him, the tears making his form a watery curtain. 

I blinked back the tears. No. Not again. No! I hate this. He's not worth it! He's worth everything though. I whispered, "Beating me up? You are not him. Please, fight it." I knew I was begging, I knew I would have been on my knees if I was not on my side. I shook my head and scoffed. The snow obscured his facial features; again I released a sharp, breathy exhale in utter disbelief. 

"Why should I? It is your fault I am in this situation in the first place." 

I raised an eyebrow as I sat up. Resting my elbows upon my knee, I locked eyes with his. "You want me dead--" I inhaled sharply, the breath shaky, denying me of the confidence that the words would have usually possessed. "--Yet you run your mouth about how you are going to do it, but while you resort to physical violence--" 

Nero drew back his leg and his foot connected into my side. I grit my teeth, my eyes falling close. 

Come on, you know you want to kill her. No, no! I cannot. I love her--oh please, she's the reason you are in this state. Give me the reigns. You've been at the helm for far too long. No, I cannot allow that. Oh? Oh please. You've been in love with the idea of her returning the feelings. Yet she--she kissed me. Really? That kiss could have meant anything. You and I both know it was to draw me away. I am the very thing you glare at in the mirror, let me have control. 

"Shut up!" It was a roar--it was his voice and I knew it. Please, fight it. For a few moments, I stared at the light grey clouds as they continued to march across the sky. 

Upon noticing his leg fall back into place, a pained moan escaped my throat as I sat up again. The dull drum-like thud drove me back to my feet. I avoided everything but his eyes. Absolute darkness, his eyes were like black holes--no colored lights entered and even if they did, they could not leave. "Look at me. Look at me. This, this is not you!"