Four Psychos

Right now, I really wish I could touch things, just so I could slam a freaking door.

I could hang out in my room, but instead, I zap myself back, swaying a little but not as bad as usual. Like the stalker I used to be, I hide out in the room beside them as they argue.

They all, of course, went to Ezekiel’s room.

“I get it. I get the temptation that would present. But remember what makes us the way we are,” Kai is saying.

“You don’t have a clue what it felt like, and I don’t know how to explain it without sounding completely fucking insane,” Ezekiel grumbles.

“You turned on us. Do you see the problem here?” Gage asks.

A harsh breath follows that. “Fuck!” Ezekiel shouts before something crashes to the ground.

“I don’t know if she’s here to sabotage us or just here with some really bad fucking timing, but I do know we can’t risk her severing our bond,” Jude tells them.

“So we keep our hands off her. We let her hang around, since she has saved us a time or two. Until we really know what the hell is going on and why she’s attached to us, we have to be more cautious,” Kai says on a long sigh. “Trust me, I get wanting to trust her. When she took away the pain left behind from the hellfire, all I wanted to do was fuck her, kiss her, touch her. Never wanted anything so bad in all my life.”

“But usually the things we want despite the consequences is a trick straight from hell,” Jude goes on.

Great.

Absolutely terrific.

One step forward, eighty steps back. It’s the status quo for my relationship with them.

This time, when I return to my room, I don’t wish to be able to slam the door. Because I’m starting to think they may be right.

They fought. Because of me.

Maybe I’m not the blessing to them I thought I was. Maybe I’m their curse.

Perspective is a real bitch.