Face it, Macy

Chapter Sixty-Seven

I wiped a wet rag across Jack's forehead, cleaning him up as best as I could. I know how much he hates being dirty.

"This is insane, even for you." Jack spoke up.

"Maybe," I dabbed his black eye, being careful, "But I'm not very happy with you."

"Because I told you the truth?!" Jack flinched against me so I'd back off.

"Bitch, you tricked me into killing Sherry. Then it wasn't enough for you to be deranged, you had to set me off enough to kill Janie Anne. Then," I poked his chest, "You shot Choi, motherfucker."

Jack sighed, his body slumping.

"I'm in charge now, got it?" I asked him, leaning close to his face.

"Crystal." He smiled.

"Goodie." I stood straight seeing the sledgehammer I requested hiding behind Jack. He tried to watch me, as I went and picked it up.

To be honest, it was a random idea. Now, it feels different.

Jack paled when I came around.

"Wanna know what I wanted to do with this?" I asked, lifting the hammer up. Jack shook his head, finally scared of me.

"Remember that one movie? Maybe it wasn't even a movie. I do remember a scene, where someone broke a cast off with something like this." I told him.

"I'm still your twin, you know I wouldn't do this to you" Jack chuckled, getting more nervous as he eyed the hammer.

"No, probably not." My shoulders dropped. Jack sighed, thinking he's out of the woods.

"But I'm not you." I lifted the hammer high, ignoring his screaming as I brought it down on his stretched out casted leg.

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Nothing was on my hands, yet I shook uncontrollably as I washed them. I hurt him, I hurt him badly. Real bad.

I scrubbed my hands hard, adding more soap.

What the fuck is wrong with me!? I hurt my brother. I truly am awful, aren't I?

"Macy, you need to breathe." Silvanto came up beside me. It's not like I'm hiding, I'm in the kitchen. I hissed in pain, remembering my wrist.

Silvanto helped me put the brace back on, even with my hands dripping water everywhere.

"He, needs help." I told him, afraid he'll let Jack suffer. I can still hear him screaming from the basement. Silvanto nodded,

"I can either find Cade, our doctor. Or take him to the hospital."

"It's pretty bad." I shivered, feeling a chuckle. Silvanto tilted his head at me,

"Lauren, go look at him." He hollered. She ran to the basement as Silvanto pulled me to the living room. He made me sit on the long sofa.

"I'm sorry." I felt my eyes burn already. It's like finding out the truth unlocked crying for me. How pathetic.

Lauren ran back in, out of breath.

"He'll be fine, I'll grab Cade." She hurried out the door. I didn't hurt him that badly? Maybe it's just how bad I feel. I can't torture him. No matter how angry I am at him, I can't hurt my brother.

He'll never forgive me after that.

"Macy. Think of it like payback, he may not have physically hurt you, but mentally I'd say he deserves it." Silvanto smiled as he told me, enjoying being a father right now.

I miss my dad.