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gripped the phone in her hand. He snatched it from her quivering fingers before letting her wrist loose.
A hard as he could, Simon threw the phone to the ground. There was a sickening sound of glass cracking against the gravel. He pounded the phone against the ground until the remnants of the screen dug into the bottom of his shoe and circuits were scattered around its body. He grabbed what was left and put it back in his pocket.
Simon walked right up to the girl who still nursed her injured wrist. He put his finger under her chin and lifted her face so it met with his. “If I see anything on the Internet or the news—one word—then I will find you, and it won’t be pretty.” He grabbed her face and brought it close enough to kiss her. “Got it?”
There were tears in her eyes. She blinked hard to keep them from falling down her face. “Yes. I understand.”
She was a sweet girl and, in another world, she would have been on his side. Today, she was the enemy. He snapped her face away and ran to the already running car. The moment he jumped inside and slammed the door he let out a little shout. He could still feel her wrist on his fingers.
As Brianna slumped against the door, he felt a sinking sense of accomplishment. Her life, her privileged untouchable life, was in his hands. The power he had over her was unimaginable. This girl’s death would be front page news, and rock the world.
He gripped her slender wrist in his hand and squeezed, just like he’d done with the girl. Her bones bent under her grip. If he squeezed just a little harder they would break. She was his. All his.
The car lurched to a stop, and Brianna stirred. Her hand grew white from his tourniquet. What was he doing? Simon let her go and let her hand fall back in her lap and slowly regain its color.
This wasn’t who he was. He wasn’t Edwin. He never would be.
“Where are we going?” he asked as he tried to prop her up to a seated position.
The driver made a hard right turn that sent the both of them tumbling against the side door. “Better you not know,” he said.
He wanted her to look beautiful right now. She was a good person, at least according to bits and pieces he’d gathered from the news. Her dad had been governor for the last seven years, and she was a bright-eyed high schooler at her dad’s inauguration. The reporters made fun of her because she had short, curly hair that puffed out and made her look like a cotton ball. Even as a kid, he thought she was cute. Brianna was always the kind of smart and damaged girl he’d thought he’d end up with someday. A girl that was just like him. Now he had to betray her and ruin everything she had always wanted and worked towards.
Simon felt exhausted. There was a trail of blood trickling down from the side of his head, and a sharp pain in his stomach which made it clear that the frat boy had broken at least a rib or two. “Tell me where we’re going. I want to know.”
The driver made another hard turn, this time for no other reason than to piss off his passenger.
Edwin had touched him every night. At first it was just a pat on the back and a help up from the floor. As the days went on, his moves went further. He’d put his hand down Simon’s shirt while he slept, and unbuttoned his pants when he was too weak to fight back. It never went further than that, though. It was always the anticipation of violation that made it all so much more terrifying.
That’s not what he told the police. The jury got Edwin on molestation, too. It was a scared traumatized teenager versus a psychopath, and the jury felt bad for the nervous kid on the stand. Edwin was in jail for twice the sentence because Simon had lied.
In the moment, it felt like the right thing to do. His lawyers were trying to pin something on Edwin that would land him in jail. The kidnapping charge was amorphous, and they were afraid he’d be able to slip out of it. Simon wasn’t a little kid, almost six feet tall at
A hard as he could, Simon threw the phone to the ground. There was a sickening sound of glass cracking against the gravel. He pounded the phone against the ground until the remnants of the screen dug into the bottom of his shoe and circuits were scattered around its body. He grabbed what was left and put it back in his pocket.
Simon walked right up to the girl who still nursed her injured wrist. He put his finger under her chin and lifted her face so it met with his. “If I see anything on the Internet or the news—one word—then I will find you, and it won’t be pretty.” He grabbed her face and brought it close enough to kiss her. “Got it?”
There were tears in her eyes. She blinked hard to keep them from falling down her face. “Yes. I understand.”
She was a sweet girl and, in another world, she would have been on his side. Today, she was the enemy. He snapped her face away and ran to the already running car. The moment he jumped inside and slammed the door he let out a little shout. He could still feel her wrist on his fingers.
As Brianna slumped against the door, he felt a sinking sense of accomplishment. Her life, her privileged untouchable life, was in his hands. The power he had over her was unimaginable. This girl’s death would be front page news, and rock the world.
He gripped her slender wrist in his hand and squeezed, just like he’d done with the girl. Her bones bent under her grip. If he squeezed just a little harder they would break. She was his. All his.
The car lurched to a stop, and Brianna stirred. Her hand grew white from his tourniquet. What was he doing? Simon let her go and let her hand fall back in her lap and slowly regain its color.
This wasn’t who he was. He wasn’t Edwin. He never would be.
“Where are we going?” he asked as he tried to prop her up to a seated position.
The driver made a hard right turn that sent the both of them tumbling against the side door. “Better you not know,” he said.
He wanted her to look beautiful right now. She was a good person, at least according to bits and pieces he’d gathered from the news. Her dad had been governor for the last seven years, and she was a bright-eyed high schooler at her dad’s inauguration. The reporters made fun of her because she had short, curly hair that puffed out and made her look like a cotton ball. Even as a kid, he thought she was cute. Brianna was always the kind of smart and damaged girl he’d thought he’d end up with someday. A girl that was just like him. Now he had to betray her and ruin everything she had always wanted and worked towards.
Simon felt exhausted. There was a trail of blood trickling down from the side of his head, and a sharp pain in his stomach which made it clear that the frat boy had broken at least a rib or two. “Tell me where we’re going. I want to know.”
The driver made another hard turn, this time for no other reason than to piss off his passenger.
Edwin had touched him every night. At first it was just a pat on the back and a help up from the floor. As the days went on, his moves went further. He’d put his hand down Simon’s shirt while he slept, and unbuttoned his pants when he was too weak to fight back. It never went further than that, though. It was always the anticipation of violation that made it all so much more terrifying.
That’s not what he told the police. The jury got Edwin on molestation, too. It was a scared traumatized teenager versus a psychopath, and the jury felt bad for the nervous kid on the stand. Edwin was in jail for twice the sentence because Simon had lied.
In the moment, it felt like the right thing to do. His lawyers were trying to pin something on Edwin that would land him in jail. The kidnapping charge was amorphous, and they were afraid he’d be able to slip out of it. Simon wasn’t a little kid, almost six feet tall at
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