Part XXII

Jake's red and teary eyes widen in shock and pain as he falls to his knees, holding the knife in his belly but not being able to pull it out as he falls to the ground with a thud, my heart leaping for joy.

Finally, that monstrous animal is out of the way.

"Now," I look back at the standing Dylan who's staring wide eyed at his father, surprised about how I could take him down that easily,

"it's your turn baby."

Just before he gets the chance to say anything, I put my hand around his neck, holding it so tightly and strangling him with so much strength I never I knew I had.

He scratches at my hand, trying to kick me off but I stay in place, my hate for him intensifying as well as my love for Sean.

The torture, everything comes back and I wanna make him feel as much pain as he and his worthless father did me.

I drop him to the ground and step back, watching as he holds his neck and coughs, trying to catch his breath and every movement he makes irritating me even more.

"I never knew I could despise you this much Dylan. I hate you with every fiber in me and all I want to do is make you feel pain, intense pain. Till you can't feel anything no more."

"I-", he starts to say but coughs a little before continuing. How weak.

"I know this is not you Crystal. You'll never hurt a fly." He finishes and I laugh hard.

Is this man for real right now? Not me?

"A lot of things haven't been the way we thought it to be lately sweetheart," I say, picking up another knife from the ground and running my index finger along it.

"I mean, this vacation to begin with, or Jake being a monster, or you a heart-stabbing monster. Nothing's the way we expect it to be anymore, a lot has changed and what's the fun in watching people change without having a little tweak myself."

"But this wasn't the plan, Crystal," he gets up, looking really frustrated, "this wasn't the plan!"

"None of this was the plan! Okay? I didn't plan to get killed by my own husband in a frigging cabin on a darned family vacation with his parents!!"

"But it didn't happen okay! I didn't kill you Crystal!"

"Oh please!", I yell really loudly at his blatant lie, "ofcourse you didn't. you were just doing me a favor, right!" He keeps mute and I yell again,

"RIGHT?!!!"

Regaining some strength he walks across the room, kicking the chair in annoyance.

"So what do you wanna do now? Kill me?" Dylan asks and l smirk, looking him in the eye.

"With all pleasure babe." Without further ado, I raise my hand a little in the air with the intent of throwing him across the room but surprisingly, I'm the one who goes flying across the room, hitting my back hard on the wall and falling to the ground.

Immediately, I see him crouching in front of me,

"Are you okay? Are you injured?" He asks with so much concern, touching me and searching my body for injuries with his eyes.

He looks so genuine he could almost pass for one but no, I've seen enough Connor drama not to recognize acting when I see it.

Out of impulse, I push him far away from me, standing up quickly and taking a steady stance, looking at him with so much hatred and disgust.

"Don't. Ever. Touch. Me. Again." I growl lowly, emphasising every single word and then ball both hands tightly in a fist, causing him to fall to the ground groaning in pain.

I sigh in relief, thankful that he couldn't repel this attack.

Just then, he raises his hand too, getting up slowly and I could feel my power on him reducing.

"Stop this madness,"he says as he gets up slowly and I start to lose my stance, a force pushing me backwards, "stop it now Crystal." He says as I'm stopped by the force and although I know he could make me feel pain, he doesn't.

"I know you're not my Crystal. I don't know what's gotten into you but I know this is not you and no matter what you do, I won't give up on you." He says with so much emotion stirring up something faint within me, a feeling of trust.

But just as quickly as it came, it was gone. I won't let him sweet talk me into his traps anymore. It's his loss for not taking his chance to execute me when he had it, it's not like he hasn't done it before.

Closing my eyes, seeking deep within me for power, I find it quickly and transfer it with my mind to my hands, feeling my palms heating up.

Satisfied, I open my eyes and immediately push my palms towards his direction causing a loud painful scream to erupt from him. I don't even know what pain he's feeling but I don't care, as long as he feels it.

Not being able to stand anymore, his legs give out and he falls to the ground yet again, shouting and holding his head with little blood flowing from his nostrils.

He looks up at me and tries to say something but only coughs out blood, his eyes bulgy, his veins popping out everywhere and his face redder than a tomato.

Slowly, I walk towards him, not relenting from my attack.

"You're pathetic. And weak. You have no right to breathe or be alive and right now, I'd be the one to take those privileges away from you." Stretching out my hand towards the knife I picked up moments ago, it appears in my palm.

The feeling of being able to move objects without touching them making me feel utmost pleasure and desire to know what more I could do with Sean's powers but I've had enough of this rat.

Releasing my hold from him, I crouch down with the knife firm in my hand and look back at his wide eyes that never seem to leave mine.

"Do you have any last words Dylan?" I ask, swinging the knife back and forth in his face, having so much fun with him being weak and helpless.

"I love you so much Crystal and I'm sorry." Without hesitation, he grabs the knife from me and plunges it into his chest, a tear running down his eyes and blood splattering on my face as he takes his own life.