Jasmine cried louder, wrapped up in her own grief. I cant believe I did it, Kite. I grabbed a pair of her flower cutting scissors and demanded the truth. Disbelief and horror lurked in her tone. I wheeled up to our grandmother and threatened to kill her if she didnt tell me. Ive become as bad as they have. Im the same as Cut! Her sobs came louder. Ive become them.
And it saved me from myself.I gripped the table as a feverish weakness throttled me. I couldnt do this much longer. Every part of me was heavy with sickness and toil. Id proven my point. Id made him suffer. I had to end this before I drove myself into a grave beside him.
Pushing off from the wood, I stalked to face Cut on the rack.His eyes widened, locking onto the whip.Lets see if youve learned your lesson, Father. Lets see if you can accept what you gave me as quietly as I accepted it.
My arm shook as the whip sailed over my shoulder. I paused as the cords slapped against my back, ready to shoot forward and strike its quarry.Cut bit his lip. Kite…
I didnt wait for more. No.
Grunting, I threw every remaining energy into my arm and hurled the whip forward. The knots found his shirt; they sliced through it like tiny teeth, blood spurting from his flesh.How can you be happy, you bastard?
I vowed on every fallen tree and hacked up dirt that I would wipe the smug smile off his goddamn face.Come along. Cut strode ahead, jerking me behind him.
My ballet flats skidded on pebbles as I struggled to match his pace. Greyness danced on the outskirts of my vision, but I refused to give in to vertigo.I was already in a perilous situation. I wouldnt let my body subject me to more.