Omerta- Book I (Winner of the 2015 People's Choice Award)

34) Snake

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    SAM

                    Nobody calls me soft and gets away with it, cucciola.

                    I stripped my clothes and the shower turned on in a blast of searing hot agony. I screamed out a sob against the loud pelts of its stream and smacked an open palm against the tile in front of me. I hit it so hard that shot of pain went up my entire arm.

                    I could almost hear Fico's deep, harsh laughter roll off the walls of the bathroom.

       

                    When I pulled my hand away, it left a cruel, bloody print on the tile. I stared down at my stained palms in horror, and then looked down, inspecting the pink water that tumbled in large droplets down my body. I squatted down and trailed the water with my fingers. It was endless...so endless...but not as much blood from when I had killed my father.

       

                    Suddenly I felt like I was going to throw up and stood up halfway, debating whether or not to go to the toilet. I gnashed my teeth together and stood there under the fiery water, with my arms locked at my sides, welcoming the burning and the tremors throughout my body, until the sickness finally passed.

                    The drug addict. A temporary man in my bed, who I never could love nor could keep me truly warm at night, but who once filled a gaping hole in my chest.

                    And there he was, dead in the passenger seat of Fico's car, and I couldn't help but feel like it was my fault, because it was.

                    After all, my own unhappiness and selfishness had triggered the heartless, power-hungry and jealous fiend within the man I was damned to love forever. This was my fault entirely. I had purposely broken omertà with the drug addict, so that Fico would find me and take me away from the rotted life I had made for myself without him. And now, the man I had broken omertà with was dead.

                    I scrubbed my entire body with soap until my skin was raw to the touch. I washed my hair four times. After the fifth and final rinse, I realized that I hadn't shed a single tear for my ex boyfriend's death, nor did I want to.

                    Even after all of those guilty thoughts, I came to the conclusion that I really didn't care that Fico had killed my ex. He was disposable to me. A pawn. A brief source of desire and pleasure, while the reckless game between Fico and I was on hiatus.