[Notice for sensitive readers: this chapter contains descriptions of physical violence. If you think you may have a hard time reading it, you can email me at author.emme.z@gmail.com for a summary or message me on Facebook.]
- DEX -
Lawson is stumbling to his feet in the bathroom when I return, blood pouring from his nose from when his face hit the door frame. He hikes up his pants, cursing angrily, tears streaming down his face.
"I'm grieving, Dex," he spits at me while I stand as still as stone in the doorway. "It's how I grieve. What's your problem?"
A strange thing happened when I decided to kill my brother. The rage that was radiating out of me returned and sunk into my skin, no longer threatening to spill over and make me lose control. Now it's settled into my body, making everything feel like steel—impenetrable, unfeeling.
