I shot a glare at Ethan, my reluctant savior. He didn’t even acknowledge me, his face set in frustration as he threw another punch at Adrian.
“She almost died, you idiot! Do you get it? You almost killed her!”
Adrian stood there stunned for a second, rubbing his wrist like he couldn’t decide whether to hit back. After a tense beat, he shoved Ethan aside, his gaze flicking to me, conflicted for a moment before he looked away.
“So what if she died? She had it coming for messing with Bella.”
“Exactly! She hurt Aunt Bella. She’s a terrible mom! I hate terrible moms!” Jonah piped up, clinging to Bella’s arm with a scowl.
I wasn’t about to stick around and keep listening to their twisted little drama. Quietly, I slipped away to my room, their voices drifting up from downstairs.
“Brother! Don’t you get it? Vanessa wants to die! Didn’t you see that sick smile when you almost strangled her? She’s doing this on purpose!”
“Want to die? Please. She just won’t leave me alone. You really think she wants to kill herself?”
Once I slammed the door behind me, the noise finally died down. Sweet silence.
I grabbed a small paring knife from my drawer and made my way to the bathroom. The blade sliced cleanly across my wrist, blood trickling down in slow, steady rivulets. Funny… facing death wasn’t nearly as painful as I always thought it would be.
