The devil

Chapter 25 Cain

Past…

“I knew that asshole was lying,” my brother sneers, holding up the phone Damien gave me. “Kim’s go

I laugh—not because he’s right.  But because he won’t be at school tomorrow.

“Why the fuck are you laughing?” An evil grin spreads across his face. “Won’t be so fu

I slip a pair of gloves on as he strides toward the door. “Dad’s sleeping.”

Walking up behind him, I pull the plastic bag out of my pocket and raise it over my head. He didn’t want the milkshake I made him, so it’s on to plan B. “He said he had a long day and wanted to get some shuteye.”

When he starts to turn, I dive into action, slipping the bag over his head and then tackling him to the ground.

He writhes and thrashes, trying his hardest to get the bag off his head. Poor guy even manages to make a small tear in the first one. However, I was one step ahead and made sure to triple bag it. Can’t have him gaining leverage on me. Or worse, escaping and ru

I lock my legs around his waist when his flailing gets worse. “It will be more peaceful for us both if you stop struggling.”

After what feels like an eternity, his movements stop altogether.

Taking the bag off his head, I stuff it in the pocket of my hoodie, making a mental note to get rid of it on my way to Damien’s house later.

Then I haul him onto his bed since that’s where I need him to be.

A shiver goes up my spine. It’s eerie seeing your identical twin dead. Like a disturbing glimpse into the future.

Guess Mrs. Miller’s tarot cards were right after all.

Smirking, I blow a kiss to his corpse. “So long, brother. Looks like a spot just opened up after all. I’ll be sure to make the most of my time at Harvard.”