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God, my head's fucking pounding.
But it's over now. All of it, it's... over. After what feels like seven, eight, nine lifetimes' worth of trying, she's fucking dead.
I crashed the car near dawn. I didn't mean to, of course I didn't fucking mean to, why would I knowingly crash a car with Mary in it? But god, Ovidius, he was driving so slowly! And yeah, it was a shit choice, I'll admit that now. Hindsight's always clearest or whatever. But I grabbed the steering wheel from him, cause I was pissed. We nearly hit a deer, I'm pretty sure that's what it was? The car swerved, and we crashed into a tree. Because that was definitely what we needed while transporting Mary.
Ovidius got Mary out of the car. Well, what was left of the car. She got put down against a tree, but I noticed something my old man didn't. Another car. As soon as we swerved, that car raced past us, and that telltale snarky orange glare pierced straight through the window into me. It was a Parliament car, and we were in danger. Ovidius' job wasn't to take care of me, but he always tried to make out that it was. I wasn't going to let those hooting motherfuckers get back to her, so I went after them. Yeah, leaving Mary alone with Ovidius wasn't ideal, but he'd look after her, plus, she's not a baby.
And we'd all have been in worse danger if I didn't go after them. At least, that's what I thought. Of course, I was not fucking prepared, because my dumb ass had left my gun in the car wreck, and I got myself taken. God, her face when I woke up... I wished I could've put a bullet through that smug grin sooner. I wished a lot of things, but wishful thinking never helped anyone.
Twyla just stared at me for a while. Examining me, my movements, like I was a fucking animal. I managed to spit in her face, and when I tell you she looked bitter I fucking mean it. I screamed at her til I could barely speak, and she still just... stared. It was weird, I'm not going to lie. I still wonder what the hell she was thinking, because it wasn't obvious. She never wore an honest expression at the best of times, but this was a new level of apathetic, even for her. And to say that was the bitch that killed my parents for the sake of politics, she had some fucking nerve.
The rest of my time in that shitty building is a blur, if I'm being completely honest. I killed her uncle. Told Mary to run. Started to fight Twyla. She ran. I followed. She got in her car. Me and Ovidius stole some random car. Called Mary, Twyla answered.
She had her.
Next few hours are a blur too. Didn't really know what to do. She had Mary, and I wasn't gonna let her take my last living family member.
But Mary texted us somehow. I thought we had her phone, but turns out she'd got it back. Somehow? Doesn't quite make sense, but I have no idea. She told us where she was. The fucking cemetery.
That bitch was dead.
Took a while to make a plan, but we did. Mary waited outside the mausoleum. I was behind a tree. Twyla was between us, we had her from both sides. Ovidius was nearby. He was meant to grab her.
Why didn't he?
Mary turned around so she could deny seeing me do anything.
Twyla looked at me. She just looked at me and smirked, that horrifying, evil smirk. And I knew that she knew - we were near the same spot my parents died. That was why my finger was so heavy on the trigger.
Confession time - I'm a terrible shot. Yeah, Mary's bad, but she has an excuse. I'm pretty sure that day was the first time she'd ever held a gun. I can just never aim right, and then was no exception.
I gave her a chance. I told her to put the gun down. To run.
She raised her own gun toward me, and I saw red. It was her or me. As much as I wanted to lie to myself, to say I could let her go to make Mary happy, I couldn't. There was only one thought in my head as we made eye contact - she could not take family from Mary again.
I pulled the fucking trigger.
She ducked.
Ovidius took the bullet.
So when she ran, I pulled the trigger ten more fucking times to make sure she wouldn't ever move again.