Chapter 8
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When Cameo finally made it to the center of town, he walked right past the Rale mansion. He saw Ethaniel gesturing to him from a balcony. He heard Harley yelling for him to stop. He ignored them both.
Why am I even doing this? he thought. What happened before… should have stayed in the before. I should have finished Jaiden off for sure. I shouldn’t have let him live. I should have killed him when I had the chance!
“Я должен был убить его, когда у меня был шанс!” he screamed.
“Who should you have killed?” a familiar French voice asked.
“Shut up, Wretch,” Cameo hissed without turning around.
“Oh, come now, Cameo, I have already spoken to you, which I believe I wrote I would not do. Now, please, who should you have killed?”
“Who do you think, идиот? Use that blonde brain of yours and figure it out. Now shut up and leave me alone.” He pulled his jacket closer around his shoulders and stalked away from the flouncing skirts and the ‘natural’ makeup.
“Harley sent me to find you,” she protested.
“Tell her to stick it in her ear,” he called over his shoulder.
“Colton’s waiting for you,” she tried.
“I’m done saving my brother,” he spat.
“Where’d Thomas go?” she yelled.
Cameo froze. His head spun as Thomas’s death played through his head, over and over and over.
Blood.
Anger.
Hatred.
Punches to the chin.
Kicks to the knees.
A knife to the chest.
“STOP!” his brain screamed.
But it wouldn’t stop, a never-ending loop, always running through his head.
So he kept walking.
“Where’d he go, Cameo?” Charisma asked in a small voice.
Cameo spun around. “Do you really want to know, Charisma?! Do you really want to know?”
She nodded slowly.
“He’s dead. Dead and buried by a hospital somewhere on the New York side of Niagara Falls. HE’S DEAD, CHARISMA!”
She took a step back, covered her gaping mouth with her hand. “You’re lying. I know it.”
“I’m not. I killed him with my own two hands. I stabbed him with a pocketknife. He’s dead and I killed him. I’m a murderer with gallons of blood on my hands.” He sighed and closed his eyes. “Are you happy now? Glad you asked?”
But when he opened his eyes, the Wretch was gone.
He was alone again.
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