Forgive Us Our Trespasses

I choked down the last shot of Hennessy and turned on the shower. My blood-stained clothes had stuck to my skin, and looking at myself in the mirror made me feel like the devil, Lucifer himself. Maybe that lady was right after all.

I stepped into the shower. The water felt like little drops of acid burning my skin until I got used to the temperature. I watched Tori's blood mix with the water and make a puddle under my feet until it washed down the drain.

When the water no longer showed hints of red, I picked up the soap and washcloth. I scrubbed and scrubbed until my skin was raw. The anger inside me boiled like lava in a volcano about to erupt and destroy everything it touches.

Still, I forced my emotions down into my soul and waited for the opportunity to unleash them. For now, I had to remain in control. My brothers were downstairs, and Chad was down the hall. I hoped he was in the same agony waiting for his fate to be decided. I imagined him begging for his life and watching him bleed when I cut his throat. The thought of his blood spilling from his body and him feeling himself bleed to death comforted me.