Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

The walls were closing in. I couldn’t breathe.
But he pushed me again, and I winced, my chest now
aching. “And she’ll take me away from you, and then you’ll be
all alone. Like you always should’ve been.”
My stomach churned, and I seethed, and then he hit me,
fire spreading across my cheek and sending my head jerking to
one side.
“You’re gonna deal with me!” he yelled and then hit me
again, sending me stumbling. “Kill me. Fucking finish the job
and kill me, because I’m fucked, and I hate you, and if you
don’t take me out, I’ll take you out, because it’s fucking over!”
He shoved me again and again, and I was losing it. I shot
out my hands to stop him, “Don’t. Stop.”
A tear streamed down his face, but he wiped it away,
growling. “Do it,” he bit out. “Snap my neck, rip out my
throat, or strangle me, you sick fuck! Just do it!”
He punched me across the jaw, pain shot through my head,
and I clenched my fists so tight my nails dug into my palms.
“Will…” I breathed out, unable to catch my breath.
“Don’t.”
“I’ll never stop.” He shook his head, coming in again.
“Never.”
He pushed me. “Kill me.”
Stop.
His hands slammed into me again. “I’m going to take her
away from you, so kill me.”
You can’t have her. I’ll…
“Kill me, so I’m out of your way!” he bellowed. “If you
did it right last time I’d be at the bottom of the fucking ocean,
so finish the job, and then you can have her!”
An image of him sinking below the deep, black surface of
the sea crawled into my head, and I squeezed my eyes shut,
trying to get rid of it.