I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember

Chapter 176: Atone

With all her might and with agile speed, Sable slapped Pastel across the face, forcing her to topple back into her armchair with so much brunt it tipped backwards to roll her across the floor. Glowering at the mentally volatile girl she once knew to be remarkable and jovial to all, Sable watched her prop herself up and shoot a glare her way while shielding onto her stinging cheek. Pointing a finger at her, Sable warned her. “I’m not gonna tell you again to watch your fucking mouth, Lindsay. Next time, I’m gonna be whooping your ass all over this room, you hear me?”

“FOR DOING WHAT!?” Pastel screeched from where she sat up on the floor, She couldn’t believe Sable had just hit her for speaking the facts. Nothing she said had merited such a physical blow as that! “FOR TELLING THE TRUTH!?”

“You aren’t saying shit!” Sable refuted, throwing her hands up in annoyance. “You busted up in here throwing accusations left and right at me and then about Kobra who isn’t here to defend himself! Did you seriously expect me to stand by and let you call him a pig, and me a lying bitch to my face?!”

“I guess you’re not about the truth serum like me!” Pastel laughed maniacally, lowering her hand to uncover the red palm print on her cheek that was fading away. “I feel sorry for you, Masika. You’re living in a delusional world you conjured up to make yourself believe you're innocent in all this secrecy, but I know the truth!”

“I’M DELUSIONAL!?” Sable exclaimed incredulously. She wasn’t the kind of cold-hearted person that publicized other people’s matters for all to hear, but today was going to be that day. “I’m delusional?! Says the chick that refuses to live in the world of reality! Can’t you see what you’ve created yourself, Lindsay? You’ve painted this magical love story between you and Gerard that doesn’t even exist! You depicted yourself as Snow White and Gerard, your Prince Charming when in reality he doesn’t give a flying fuck about you! Hell, he cares more about the balls of lint he finds in his pockets than he does about your stalking ass pining after him like a lovesick fool that can’t discern up from down!”

“SHUT UP! YOU KNOW NOTHING!” Pastel shrieked, squeezing her eyes shut and slapping her hands over her ears so she wouldn’t hear anymore of her malicious distortions.

“NO, YOU SHUT UP AND LISTEN!” Sable hollered over her high pitched tones. “And listen well! From the moment you started fucking around with Poison he has been nothing but transparent with you! We’ve all known from the beginning that he didn’t care about you and never would. He let everyone know!”

“I SAID SHUT UP!” Pastel screamed even louder, tears cascading down her cheeks as she frantically shook her head from side to side as if she could dispel her words from ever being conveyed in the first place. She didn’t want to hear this madness anymore because that’s all that it was, madness!

Masika had no concept of what their relationship was like behind closed doors! No one did!

Poison cared about her. He did! Sure he wasn’t the easiest to bond with at first, and didn’t take to her flirtations or seduction, but after several attempts he couldn’t resist her anymore and fell into bed with her. He loved taking her from behind, and drowning her head into the pillow case when he moved within her. Nevermind the fact he’d pull out straight afterwards, don his clothes back on and leave before she could register he was gone. He wasn’t the pillow talking and cuddling type, that was all!

What did Masika know!?

What did any one of them know!?

Gliding her fingers over the top of her right boot, Pastel felt for the pocket knife she kept clipped there.

“And no matter what he told you, what I’ve told you, what any one of us told you, you continued to stubbornly turn a blind eye to what was clearly going on!” Sable went on, rankled by this young girl before her who sat with her head drooped. “So how dare you come in here accusing me of lying to you about Gerard when I told you I knew nothing about it!?”

Pastel didn’t say anything. Her hand idly unclipped the pocket knife so gradually it wasn’t discernible to the eye.

“The only person you should be screaming at is yourself, Lindsay! You wanna know why?” Sable ranted, setting her hands on her hips. “Because you have no one else but yourself to blame for ending up like this! You chose to ignore what he said, not me! You chose to ignore what everyone else told you, not me! You chose to continue to lie with a man who told you he didn’t want you numerous times and are still crying about it, not me! You choose to justify your actions with a made-up love story that isn’t real, not me! You’re the reason you’re in pain over this man, not me!”

Slowly lifting her head, Pastel glared darkly at her leader’s lover. She decided to give her one chance to make things right. One more chance to undo the wrong she had done to not only her, but her and Gerard’s love. Through clenched teeth, she growled. “Enough! I’m only going to give you one last chance to atone for what you’ve done, Masika!”

“Atone?” Sable repeated, her brows shooting up in disbelief.

“Yes, atone!” Pastel snapped. “Atone for what you’ve done. For befriending me in order to betray me by stabbing me in the back!”

“What the hell are you talking about!?” Sable demanded to know, befuddle by all this gibberish. “I didn’t stab you in the back, Lindsay!”

“Yes, you did!” Pastel roared, thumping a clenched fist on the hardwood floor of their bedroom. “You lied to me about Gerard! You kept his secret! You knew he had a family!”

“No, I didn’t!” Sable bellowed right back, stomping her foot for added measure. She was close to ripping her own hair out in frustration. No matter how many times she’s said it, Pastel refused to believe that she had anything to do with Gerard's secret. She genuinely didn’t know if it was true or not that he had kids of his own so Pastel could literally be misconstruing the situation she saw, but until she found out herself, she wasn’t going to be quick to believe her. “I had no fucking clue he fathered a kid! If I did, do you seriously think I’d be denying it right now?”

“Oh, I’m gonna make you pay.” Pastel hissed at her, flicking her pocket knife open behind her back, and freeing the sharp blade. “I’M GONNA MAKE YOU ALL PAY!”

“What are y-” Sable had been about to say, but then had to act promptly when Pastel charged at her. She managed to back up far enough to ready herself for the attack. It was only then did she notice the light dancing off of something in Pastel’s hand. It took her a minute to distinguish it as a pocket knife.

Oh my god, she was gonna stab her!

Eyes widening, Sable ducked, and dived to evade the blade. Pastel moved too quickly for her to retrieve her own knife to even out the odds between them and so she had no choice but to wait for an accessible opportunity to do so. Until then, she tried to reason with Pastel. “Lindsay, stop this! You don’t want to do this!?”

“YES, I DO!” Pastel cackled, coming at her again and again. She kept stabbing air, but it seemed to help in diminishing the anger within her just to watch Sable try and save herself.

“Poison wouldn’t like you harming me!” Sable cautioned her, her back meeting the wall. She had stupidly backed herself into a corner which meant she was going to get cut. Accepting that grim fact, Sable’s only option was to make sure the blow wouldn’t result in a mortifying casualty. As the blade came down, she raised her arm as a shield and felt the blade slice into her flesh, making her cry out. With the speed of a grasshopper, she kicked out at Pastel right in the gut, knocking her back and saving her arm from further damage. Hissing, she cradled the impaired arm and cursed at the laceration. “SONOFABITCH!”

Giggling in triumph, Pastel pocketed her blade and announced. “Now, we’re even!”

Sable glared at the fool as she sprinted from the room like a lunatic off her rocker. “YEAH, YOU BETTER RUN YOU CRAZY ASS BITCH!”

Cursing beneath her breath, she inspected her wound. It wasn’t serious, she’d survive it. But it would be serious enough to Kobra once he found out. He would demand blood for this, and she had to talk him out of it. Pastel was off her rocks, and despite what she did, Sable didn’t want to see her slaughtered by his blade. This had nothing to do with them. It had everything to do with Gerard. Only...he had no idea what was coming for him. Knowing she had to at least warn him, Sable rushed to get her coat and shoes.