Fifteen

NICOLAI POV

Spots of blood swam in my vision, and I stabbed into the table in front of me, then took a drag of the cigarette I held.

The rage I felt filled every pore of my skin and it was suffocating, but I basked in it, the urge to do damage, the urge to cause pain, the urge to cut something up growing until I trembled with it.

I'd been so close. So close to killing Lucas, and even now, I felt the urge to look for him and cut him up until I got the rage out of my skin. The thought of violence spread all over my system and I killed the cigarette, then slowly rose from my chair.

I thought I had control, and yet, seeing Lucas hold on her hair, the look of pain on her face, and his lips so close to what was mine... It made me see red. I'd always had to repress the demons that lurked inside me... The ones with the fucked-up fetishes and constant demands to satiate their desires. Sometimes, the urge was dull enough to ignore, but other times, it got to be so much that red became the only