Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 72: The Tables Have Turned

Chapter 72: The Tables Have Turned

-Kathrine Andrews: ( The song of the Chapter: Okay by Chase Atlantic)

I stood frozen, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, watching as Glyndon rushed to her car like she was fleeing from something.

Like she was fleeing from me.

The door slammed shut. A second later, the car sped off, disappearing down the street like she couldn’t put enough distance between us fast enough.

I exhaled, but it didn’t help. My pulse was still pounding in my ears, my chest still tight, my body still warm from her. From everything we did.

What am I doing?

The question echoed in my head, louder, sharper, twisting deep into my ribs like a hook that wouldn’t let go.

What the fuck am I doing?

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

This was supposed to be my game. My move. My revenge.

I was supposed to ruin her. Make her hate herself for wanting me. For craving this—for craving me.

She was supposed to break apart, drown in shame, and then I was going to laugh and throw her away like she was nothing.

And yet—

I dragged a hand through my hair, gripping at the strands hard enough to sting.

I helped her take a fucking shower.

I wasn’t supposed to do that.

I wasn’t supposed to hold her up when her legs felt weak. I wasn’t supposed to be gentle with her. I wasn’t supposed to run my hands over her skin in slow, careful strokes like I actually—

No.

I wasn’t supposed to care.

I wasn’t supposed to feed her.

I wasn’t supposed to watch her.

I wasn’t supposed to wait for her outside like some fucking protective girlfriend, making sure she got into the car safely.

I was supposed to hate her.

Did I forget that she’s a homophobic freak?

That she’s spent years making my life hell for simply existing? For simply wanting to be with women instead of men?

That her precious religion will never let her like me back?

And even if she did, she would never admit it.

She would never choose me when she has her whole life planned already.

A good traditional life.

A life that all societies accept.

Why would she choose me over all that?

She would keep me hidden like some dirty little secret, just like she’s doing now.

A sharp, ugly laugh scraped up my throat, but I swallowed it down.

I have to stop this.

I have to end it before I get sucked into something I’ll never be able to escape.

Before I let myself feel something I know will only destroy me.

I need to do something. Now.

Before it’s too late.

—-

I walked back to my room, my head buzzing with too many thoughts, too many emotions clawing at my chest. But as I passed the hallway, my steps faltered.

Malakai’s door was open.

I paused, staring at it.

I love my brother.

Malakai and I have always been close. He’s my older brother, my best friend, —well, he used to be my best friend. Until I found out what he was hiding. Until I realized that he’d been lying to me for who knows how long.

And yet... I can never stay mad at him for too long.

Maybe I need to talk to him. Maybe I—

A voice cut through my thoughts, and my breath hitched.

Alex.

I froze.

Alex is in Malakai’s room.

I took a step closer, careful, silent, until I was near enough to hear them.

Alex sounded... scared. His voice was shaking, hushed, frantic.

"She knows, Malakai. She fucking knows."

A pause.

"She has pictures now."

I clenched my jaw.

So he’s really panicking about this, huh?

Malakai sighed, his tone much calmer. "Alex, just breathe. You’re overthinking it. Kathrine isn’t going to—"

"Overthinking it?!" Alex snapped. "Are you kidding me? She caught us. She fucking caught us! I don’t know what she’s going to do with those pictures! What if she tells someone? What if she—"

"She won’t."

"How the hell do you know that?"

"Because I know my sister," Malakai said, his voice steady. "She won’t ruin your life over this. I’ll talk to her."

I curled my fingers into fists.

Would he?

Would he really come to me and try to talk his way out of this?

I stood there, listening, and something in me twisted painfully.

Alex is scared because he doesn’t want anyone to know.

He’s terrified of being outed.

And that should piss me off. It should make me want to ruin him, to throw his own cruelty back in his face.

But...

Why am I mad at Malakai for hooking up with Alex, my biggest bully—when I’m literally doing the same thing with my other bully?

Why am I mad at him?

I should be mad at myself.

I should be disgusted with my own hypocrisy.

It’s not like Malakai chose to fall for Alex. It’s not like he picked his feelings on purpose.

Just like I didn’t choose mine.

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry.

This is getting too messy.

Too complicated.

And I have no one to blame for that except myself.

But that still doesn’t mean I’m going to go easy on Alex.

Because he knew.

Alex knew he was queer.

He knew, and he still bullied me. He still made my life hell. He’s not like Glyndon. Glyndon didn’t know she was into women. She never even considered the thought. But Alex did.

Alex knew, and he hated me for being something he couldn’t be.

He took his own self-loathing out on me.

And I’m supposed to just let that go? I’m supposed to just forgive him because he is fucking my brother now?

Fuck that.

I took a slow breath, forcing the tension from my shoulders, and stepped inside Malakai’s room.

Alex was pacing near the window, running a hand over his face like he was seconds away from completely losing his shit. Malakai sat on the edge of his bed, watching him with that same calm, unreadable expression he always had when trying to de-escalate something.

The second I closed the door behind me, both their heads snapped toward me.

Alex froze.

His face drained of color so fast I almost laughed.

Almost.

Malakai, on the other hand, didn’t look surprised. His gaze settled on mine, sharp and assessing. Like he’d already been expecting me.

"Speak of the devil," he muttered.

I raised an eyebrow. "Please. I’m worse than the devil for your mini-sized boyfriend over there."

Alex finally found his voice. " What are you doing here?"

I chuckled " I live here, remember? You are screwing one of my brothers."

He gulped and walked toward Malakai as if Malaki would protect him from me "H-How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough."

His throat bobbed.

I leaned against the door, tilting my head. "So... what are you gonna do, Alex? Beg for my mercy? Offer me money to keep quiet?" I smirked. "Or maybe you’ll just pray to your God I suddenly grow a conscience?"

"Kathrine—" Malakai started, but I lifted a hand, cutting him off.

"Not now, Malakai. I’m talking to Alex."

Alex’s jaw clenched. His hands curled into fists at his sides, his entire body vibrating with tension.

"You don’t have to do this," he gritted out.

I huffed a laugh. "Do what? Hold you accountable for your own bullshit? Bully you like you bullied me for the past three years?"

He took a step forward, then stopped himself, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t bring himself to.

"I didn’t have a choice," he finally muttered.

Something inside me snapped. Please tell me he is not going to play the victim and act like his friends forced him to bully me when I know Damn well he was their leader.

"Bullshit."

Alex flinched.

I took a step forward, closing the space between us. "You always had a choice, Alex. You just didn’t have the fucking courage to make the right one."

"You don’t understand—"

"No, I do." I pressed a hand to my chest, my voice dropping. "I understand perfectly what it’s like to be afraid. I understand what it’s like to be hated for something you can’t change. But you? You knew you were gay. You knew, and instead of being brave, instead of standing with me, you fucking punished me for it."

Alex’s breathing was heavy now, his eyes dark with something raw.

"You tortured me for years just because I could be something you weren’t brave enough to be," I whispered. "And now you want me to feel sorry for you?"

Silence.

A long, suffocating silence.

Alex didn’t say a word.

He just stood there, looking at me like I’d gutted him open.

Good.

I turned my attention to Malakai, who had been sitting quietly this whole time, watching us.

"You," I said, my voice softer now. "I can’t blame you for this. It’s not like you picked Alex on purpose."

Something flickered in Malakai’s eyes.

"But that doesn’t mean I won’t make Alex suffer just because you are fucking him now."

Alex tensed.

I smirked. "Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone...Yet. But I am going to enjoy watching you squirm, Alexander. I’m going to enjoy every single second of you knowing that I know how fag you are and how much you like Dick."

Alex swallowed hard.

I patted his cheek mockingly before stepping back.

"See you at school, Fag."

And with that, I walked out, shutting the door behind me, with a smile on my face while remembering how pale Alex looked and how he flinched every time I said that slur.

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