Chapter 138: He Wants Me Dead
(MILES)
If you hadn’t interfered with my plans, Miles and Sasha would be dead.
It is the next morning, and my gut still churns when I remember Arlo’s words. He said them right before Sasha and I went into his room. Could it be that he spoke like that because he didn’t realize we were there? Could that be the reason he spoke that freely? Or was that why he was honest? I thought that his hateful feelings towards me had changed. I thought we had bonded. How could he just let those heinous words leave his mouth?
He still wants me dead.
I’d like to block that fact from my brain. I’d like to think that maybe he didn’t mean to say them. Or that maybe he did because he was angry. Not even Dalton’s screams of agony can drown Aldo’s hurtful words repeating over and over in my head. I feel like a fool. One thing I’m painfully aware of is that I’d die for Arlo. I’d have happily put my life on the line for him. Apparently, he’d be happy if I did that and died in the process. It’s hard to not feel like a fool.
I thought that after all the experiences we had gone through together, he’d trust me. That maybe we belonged together.
Turns out I was wrong.
I notice distractedly that Dalton has passed out. Ever since we came back to the mansion yesterday afternoon, Sasha has been torturing him. I’m hoping that Sasha will just kill him and get it over with. But one thing about Sasha is he takes his time to kill someone he hates painfully. Their ultimate suffering is what pleases him. He has already severed two of Dalton’s fingers with a bolt cutter. I don’t have it in me to stomach the things that are happening here today. I have a lot of shit to deal with than to sit here and watch Dalton die.