Page 175 of Unsuitable

She’s on the floor, sitting awkwardly against the base of the sofa, like she’s wriggled her way off the sofa to try to get to us. But she’s okay.

I exhale with relief.

My eyes come back to Damien, whose eyes are fixed on his blood-soaked hands.

I take a step closer to him, and his eyes lift to mine. He looks afraid.

Power and adrenaline surge through me, the likes of nothing I’ve ever felt before.

It’s like someone else has stepped into my body and taken me over.

Gun raised and pointed at Damien, I take another step closer, putting only a few feet between us.

Fear fills his eyes. “You-you don’t have to do this,” he stammers, stumbling back a step. “We-we can figure something out. I have mo-money.”

“Fuck you, Damien Doyle, you murderous sick fuck. Fuck you to hell and back.” I take a step closer and brace my feet apart.

I take aim.

“That first bullet was for me,” I say in a voice that I barely recognize. “This one is for Haley.”

Then, I pull the trigger.

The bullet rips from the gun and slams into his chest.

He falls back this time, staggering. His eyes lock with mine.

I stop breathing.

Then, he drops to the floor.

Silence. For what seems like forever.

“Daisy.”

My wide eyes swing to Kas.

And reality hits me.

I killed him.

I killed Damien.

The gun drops from my hand, hitting the floor with a soft thud.

“Oh God. I-I ki-killed him. I killed him…I fucking killed him!”

I don’t even realize I’m backing away until Kas grabs me, taking ahold of my upper arms. “Stop.” His voice is hard but calm.

I still in his grasp.

“Cece needs you.” He stares hard into my eyes. “Go help her.”

My eyes dart to Cece.

I race over to her and pull the tape from her mouth. She winces.

“Sorry. God, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”