Page 78 of Brainwashed

“You’re fucking wrong,” he seethes, the pain in his eyes so vibrant it’s like a shade of red, brighter than fresh blood.

“No, I’m not,” I snap. “You want me to be. You wish like hell I was wrong, but I’m not. I’m speaking what’s inside you, Kieran. I’m speaking what you already know.” My face inches closer, until our noses are almost touching. My eyes fall to his lips briefly. “You killed your brother because you wanted to. Because youneededto.”

He’s shaking. Vibrating so hard I can feel it.

“You killed a child, Kieran. Someone who was innocent. And you enjoyed the fuck out of it.” My head tilts with our heated gazes glued together as I whisper, “Which meansI’mnothing likeyou.”

O’Malley roars out loud and lunges.

He grabs me by the throat and shoves me backward until my back connects with the wall. “You fucking psycho fuck! I’ll fucking kill you!”

I grin, an uncontrollable chuckle leaving my lips while he digs his fingers into my windpipe, cutting off my airflow.

“You think yer so fucking smart, don’t yeh?” he snarls in my face, pressing harder. “You think you know everything?? Well, youcouldn’tbe more wrong! Timmy made me do it.Heput me in that position I didn’t want to be in! Always looking at me with those big eyes, reminding me that he was perfect, and I was nothing. Reminding me that I’m a bastard, and his father is still around. That my own mother loves him more than me. He was begging for it! I didn’t have a fucking choice but to push his head under… And it only took a minute or so, but I held him under for five more becausehe made me do it!”

Blood is rushing in my ears, almost drowning out his heinous confession. But still, I can hear him. I can see himfinallytelling the fucking truth, and I can’t stop laughing. I’m laughing while he’s choking me, and it feels fantastic.

I’m not sure why… I’m not sure I’ll ever understand. But there’s a significant thrill in my loins right now with my oxygen being cut off and this angry lunatic’s hand around my throat.

I think my dick is hard.

I laugh even harder.

“Shut the fuck up!” he barks in my face. “Stop laughing! They wouldn’t understand, just like you don’t! Yer all a bunch of eejits!”

I lick my lips, eyes going hazy as my body struggles to take in a breath. My back arches off the wall.

“You want me to kill you, don’t yeh?” He hovers over my lips. I shake my head as much as I can manage, and he frowns. “Why not?” More laughter bubbles, sounding like coughs more than anything. “Because it doesn’t get me rock hard like it does you…” He grinds his hips forward on mine and my dick twitches. “Say goodnight, psycho. I’m taking yer last breath…”

Just as my vision is swirling, I reach into my pants and grab the butterfly knife.

And a moan leaves my lips while I whip it open at my side.

O’Malley’s eyes catch sight of it, and they widen just as I’m plunging the blade into his side.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his grip on my throat loosening.

The much-needed surge of air I’m pulling in fast gets me high. And my laughter grows more maniacal as I tug the knife out, then stab it back in. Then again. And again.

He stumbles backward, then crashes onto the floor, clutching his bleeding abdomen. But I jump on top of him, cackling and stabbing, over and over and over. The sounds of me gasping in between hoarse laughter, and theslice slice sliceof the blade cutting into him repeatedly ring through the room, bouncing off the padded walls.

“One thing you should know about me, Kieran,” I wail, eyes staying with his while they bulge in shock, fear, and pain. “Ilovebeing right.”

I lift the knife, then flick my wrist, slicing his throat wide open, deep, from ear to ear.

He coughs, blood spraying out of his mouth all over my face. Sucking in a long breath, I hold it to calm myself down and control my chaotic laughter. I writhe into him, digging the sharp blade into the mess formerly known as his torso while he gives up his last breath. His frantic glare softens, and release washes over his now dead eyes.

He’s gone.

“Goodbye, Kieran,” I sigh, wiping a few strands of hair out of my eyes. I’m sure smearing more blood on my face, but I don’t mind.

In fact, I love it.

Gulping saliva down my sore throat, I glance at my clothes, finding them soaked with blood. The formerly bland gray wardrobe is now stained deep maroon. I bite my lip, tasting the copper of O’Malley’s blood.

I can’t help how I slump forward for a moment as the wave of tingles washes over me.

That was a good one. God, I’m fucking high.