31 - Tabs

~Punch’s Point of View~

I quickly cut the ties on Nina’s wrists and ankles before dropping the knife in the van and heaving her out. No way am I gonna fucking carry her again.

“Walk,” I demand, and push her.

“Don’t do this Travis, the Flying Death don’t kill females,” Hazel shouts, and then I feel her knuckles punch my back.

“Then leave, nobody is making you stay,” I say, but keep pushing Nina toward the water.

There’s a couple cinder blocks and rope that we left here just in case, and I can use those to weigh her down. I tell myself all the obvious things: she deserves this, the world is better off. Literally, nobody will miss her.

“Mick! Don’t let him do this,” Hazel shouts, her voice echoing off the water.

I laugh.

“He has no idea what this female has done to me, what she’s put me through. He wasn’t there to know how fucking bad it was to live with the shit choices she made. Year after year, I was never her priority. I was NEVER put first,” I shout.

Nina begins to pull