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“You ever been ignored, Jones?” Bill interrupted. “Ignored so much in your life that no matter what you do, no one sees you?”
“Yeah, I have.”
“Bullshit!” Bill roared, scaring the shit out of Aimee and making her jump in his arms. “I’m not talking about a woman choosing your buddy to suck his cock in the back hallway of a seedy bar, I’m talking about every day of your life, by every single person you’ve ever met.”
“Then, no. I haven’t been ignored like that,” Jones said calmly.
“Right, then you have no idea what it’s like to walk down the street and not have one person look you in the eyes. To bring your items to the check-out line and have the lady behind the register not look up at you once. To be at a high-school dance and stand against the wall the entire time as if you’re not even there. I’m invisible, man. I’ve always been invisible.”
“That’s tough, Bill,” Jones commiserated. “Is that why you did it? So you’d be seen?”
“Damn right. I can’t be ignored now,” Bill said, the heat back in his voice. “Good job, Tina. You jumped so high in your cheerleading routine,” he singsonged, as if remembering the voice of someone else. “Wow, Tina, that cake you baked came out perfect. Way to go, Tina, you got all A’s this quarter. Tina, Tina, Tina. It was always fucking Tina. I brought home all A’s for an entire year, and I didn’t get one word of recognition. So I tried failing everything, but all I got was an eye-roll. I could’ve dropped out and that bitch wouldn’t have even noticed. Until you’ve been where I am, you can’t understand.”
“So you did something no one could ignore. Good job, Bill,” Jones said dryly. “You’ve got all the recognition you can handle and more.”
“Yeah, damn straight,” Bill agreed.
“So what now?” Jones pushed. “You’ve got two hostages and the attention you’ve always wanted. How do we get out of this?”
Bill raised the barrel of the pistol to Aimee’s head. “I’m not going to jail. I’ll be ignored there too…except when assholes want to make me their fuck toy. This ends here. I need to make sure I won’t be ignored even when I’m dead. Everyone’s gonna remember my name. William Walter Waters. I’m gonna be famous.”
Aimee refused to close her eyes. If she was going to die, the last thing she wanted to see was Tony’s face, not the backside of her eyelids. And she was going to die. She could feel the determination in Bill’s hold on her. The barrel of the gun pressed into her temple hard enough that she knew it was going to leave a mark. She chuckled morosely to herself; a bullet would leave much more of a mark, it was silly to even be thinking about what she’d look like when Bill pulled the trigger, but she couldn’t help it.
She vaguely heard Jones’s voice in the background, but had no idea what he was saying. Aimee kept her eyes on Tony. She had no idea if she had only seconds to live, but if he gave her any indication of something she could do to stay alive, she’d see it and act.
She wanted to live, dammit.
She wanted it.
With every fiber of her being.
Bill leaned down and whispered in her ear, his voice blowing her hair in a way that would’ve been seductive if it was a different time, a different place, and a different person.
“My apologies to Billy the Kid and Emilio Estevez for screwing up their line…but you’re gonna make me famous, Miss O’Brien.”
Chapter Nine
Jones kept talking, trying to get Bill to concentrate on him rather than on whatever asinine plan he had in mind. He knew without a doubt that the man would kill both hostages if he could. For a kid who’d been ignored his entire life, and compared to an over-performing sister, getting recognition by being a killer seemed to be a perfect solution to finally get people to pay attention to him.
Bill wasn’t a terrorist. He had no agenda, other than to get people to
“You ever been ignored, Jones?” Bill interrupted. “Ignored so much in your life that no matter what you do, no one sees you?”
“Yeah, I have.”
“Bullshit!” Bill roared, scaring the shit out of Aimee and making her jump in his arms. “I’m not talking about a woman choosing your buddy to suck his cock in the back hallway of a seedy bar, I’m talking about every day of your life, by every single person you’ve ever met.”
“Then, no. I haven’t been ignored like that,” Jones said calmly.
“Right, then you have no idea what it’s like to walk down the street and not have one person look you in the eyes. To bring your items to the check-out line and have the lady behind the register not look up at you once. To be at a high-school dance and stand against the wall the entire time as if you’re not even there. I’m invisible, man. I’ve always been invisible.”
“That’s tough, Bill,” Jones commiserated. “Is that why you did it? So you’d be seen?”
“Damn right. I can’t be ignored now,” Bill said, the heat back in his voice. “Good job, Tina. You jumped so high in your cheerleading routine,” he singsonged, as if remembering the voice of someone else. “Wow, Tina, that cake you baked came out perfect. Way to go, Tina, you got all A’s this quarter. Tina, Tina, Tina. It was always fucking Tina. I brought home all A’s for an entire year, and I didn’t get one word of recognition. So I tried failing everything, but all I got was an eye-roll. I could’ve dropped out and that bitch wouldn’t have even noticed. Until you’ve been where I am, you can’t understand.”
“So you did something no one could ignore. Good job, Bill,” Jones said dryly. “You’ve got all the recognition you can handle and more.”
“Yeah, damn straight,” Bill agreed.
“So what now?” Jones pushed. “You’ve got two hostages and the attention you’ve always wanted. How do we get out of this?”
Bill raised the barrel of the pistol to Aimee’s head. “I’m not going to jail. I’ll be ignored there too…except when assholes want to make me their fuck toy. This ends here. I need to make sure I won’t be ignored even when I’m dead. Everyone’s gonna remember my name. William Walter Waters. I’m gonna be famous.”
Aimee refused to close her eyes. If she was going to die, the last thing she wanted to see was Tony’s face, not the backside of her eyelids. And she was going to die. She could feel the determination in Bill’s hold on her. The barrel of the gun pressed into her temple hard enough that she knew it was going to leave a mark. She chuckled morosely to herself; a bullet would leave much more of a mark, it was silly to even be thinking about what she’d look like when Bill pulled the trigger, but she couldn’t help it.
She vaguely heard Jones’s voice in the background, but had no idea what he was saying. Aimee kept her eyes on Tony. She had no idea if she had only seconds to live, but if he gave her any indication of something she could do to stay alive, she’d see it and act.
She wanted to live, dammit.
She wanted it.
With every fiber of her being.
Bill leaned down and whispered in her ear, his voice blowing her hair in a way that would’ve been seductive if it was a different time, a different place, and a different person.
“My apologies to Billy the Kid and Emilio Estevez for screwing up their line…but you’re gonna make me famous, Miss O’Brien.”
Chapter Nine
Jones kept talking, trying to get Bill to concentrate on him rather than on whatever asinine plan he had in mind. He knew without a doubt that the man would kill both hostages if he could. For a kid who’d been ignored his entire life, and compared to an over-performing sister, getting recognition by being a killer seemed to be a perfect solution to finally get people to pay attention to him.
Bill wasn’t a terrorist. He had no agenda, other than to get people to
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