Justin POV:
Mr. Mark was still twitching when I pulled the blade from his skin. Blood pooled around him, thick and dark. He didn't scream anymore — he couldn't. His body finally gave out, slumping lifelessly to the floor.
I stood over him, my chest rising and falling slow. I wasn't shaking — I was burning. But I held it in. Not because I had to. Because I had time.
I left him there, ruined and unconscious, and made my way to the bathroom. Water hit my skin like fire, washing away the blood, but not the heat crawling under it. I wasn't clean. Not really. Not yet.
Not until her.
I walked straight to June's room. The moment I reached the door, I heard her scream.
I shoved it open fast. She was in bed, her body tangled in sheets, panting like she'd run through hell. Her eyes met mine, wild and wet, then widened.
"Justin," she breathed, like I was the only thing keeping her alive.
