Repent (The Disciples 3)

Second, I deserve to go to jail. I’m a horrible, horrible person.

“I’m so fucked.” I breathe in and out, the smell of Lysol and Purell so thick in the air, it’s making me nauseous even in my terror.

“What could be taking so long?”

Eve and Doug are leaning toward each other and talking over me so they can make a stupid plan that won’t work anyway.

I’m guilty.

I’m fucked.

Like going to jail fucked. The big house, Joliet, black hole, whatever you want to call it. That’s going to be me soon and I deserve it.

My soul mate.

My favorite person and my mortal enemy, all wrapped up in a beautiful package of auburn hair and blue eyes.

“Guys, I can hear you two.” I put my hands up and see his blood staining them as both Eve and Doug quickly push them down.

“I never should have given you that knife for Christmas,” Eve states the obvious. “How many times did I tell you not to pull it on Edge?” Her hand holds mine so tight I’m starting to feel tingly needles.

“Eve.” My mouth twitches. I’m going to do it. The hysterical laughter is coming…

She stops me before it can bubble out like a soda bottle that you shake then stop, knowing it’s going to explode into a huge mess.

“Trust Blade, Dolly. He’s going to take care of everything.” She looks up at her husband like he’s her knight in shining armor. Swinging her gaze back to me, she hisses, “And never admit anything!”

“Stop it,” I snip, my eyes zigzagging from her to Doug. “I’m not a lunatic.” The words hang in the air.

So, I make it worse. “I’m eight years older than you.”

“Jesus.” Her big blue eyes widen. Shaking her head, she leans over me again. “She’s lost it.” Her voice drips with disappointment.

“Doll?” Doug snaps a finger in my face.

“What? Am I breathing heavy?”

He ignores the last comment and goes straight into “Baby Doll, Eve’s right. Let Blade handle this.” I cock my head as I see a trickle of sweat roll down his neck. And that’s when I think I might start screaming and never stop.

If Doug is sweating, Doug is scared.

“What the hell is going on?” David snarls as he speed walks in. He holds hands with a very pregnant Charlie, their fingers laced together.

For a brief second, my heart aches. Charlie is so stunning; I’ve never seen anyone glow like her. Maybe it’s because she’s good inside and out.

Charlie’s not like us. She’s pretty normal, no baggage. I wish I wasn’t jealous of that. I wish I hadn’t let my emotions take over and hadn’t done what I did.

But I did it.

“Holy fuck.” She pulls away from David who’s whispering with Blade and the other Disciples.

“Why are you guys not in the bathroom getting her cleaned up?” She eyes Eve and Doug accusingly. They both stare at her blankly.

“This is it.” I look at Charlie. “It’s over. I killed him.”

“What?” Charlie’s golden eyes fill with tears and she covers her mouth with her hand.

Yep, that pretty much sums it up.

“Shh.” Doug jumps up and guides Charlie to his chair. David glances over at us.

“You okay?” A huge frown mars his beautiful face. His eyes laser in on us causing everyone but Charlie to freeze.

She nods at him. I lean my head back, the tears damp on my cheeks.

“Dolly’s being dramatic. Everything is going to be fine,” Doug snips.

David looks around the room then settles on Charlie who gives him a small smile. He slowly turns back to Blade.

Doug slinks into the chair next to Charlie, pushing a strand of her inky hair off her shoulder.

“As far as we know, Edge is not dead. Although if he does happen to perish, I will wear red to his funeral.”

“Jesus, Doug.” Charlie pushes his hand away as she slumps back into the uncomfortable chair and rubs her stomach.

“Listen up.” We all turn.

“Holy God.” My face gets hotter and my chest tightens.

The officer stands, all decked out in his dark blue uniform and stupid-looking smug face.

“Is there a Dolores Samantha Dunghart?”

My breath falters and I gasp for air. Eve’s hand gives mine a gentle squeeze. I look down and whisper, “This is it.”

Blade instantly takes over. “No.”

It’s like I’m having an out-of-body experience. I’m watching Blade as if it’s the first time I’ve ever seen him. His tall, Greek god looks are so startling it’s no wonder people worship him.

The doctor walks in looking like this is the last spot he wants to be. As he looks around at all of us, my pulse leaps to my throat.

Again, Blade takes over. “How is he?”

He looks at him. “Well, we had to do a blood transfusion. I’m sorry—” He’s interrupted by the stupid cop. Who raises his hand at the doctor.

“Excuse me. I have police business. Again, I’m going to ask, is there a Dolores Samantha Dunghart?”