Sighing, annoyed, I picked up the phone, which was already disconnected. Stepping over him, I grabbed the wires and pulled and cut them.
“Mon…mon…”
“Monday?” I turned back to him.
He was trying to crawl, but to where I didn’t know. “Mon…”
“Monkey?”
His belly rose and fell, rose and fell. He was in shock, I think. He was staring at me in shock. His blue eyes shone with tears, not sad tears. Or forgive me tears. Just another liquid coming out of his body.
“Monster,” I said to him. “That’s what you want to call me, right? This week in school they made us read Frankenstein. It was cool. I liked it. I like books that make me think. That’s why I’m in the advanced class. My favorite part is when the monster looks at Dr. Frankenstein and tells him it’s his fault. It kinda reminds me of now. You called me a monster. I walked away. Then you threatened the monster. And so if it comes down to you or me, I have to pick me.”
“Go to—”
Taking out my second knife…well, Wyatt’s knife, I stabbed him in the throat and pulled it out quickly. When I did, blood went everywhere. Wiping my face, I walked to the stained glass window, trying to see what he was looking at before.
“Ethan?”
Turning around, I saw it was my dad’s guard. He looked between me and the guy in red…I wasn’t sure if he was a cop or priest. Pulling out his phone, he dialed one number before speaking.
“Dozen Lilies delivered to my location,” he said, walking closer to us.
“From Ethan,” I added.
He just stared at me, and so I stared back.
“Yes, that’s right. A dozen lilies from…the second. Let the boss know.”
“Let them all know,” I whispered mostly to myself, staring at both of the knives in my hands.
Rule 103: always have a knife.