
The Consequence of Him
“Do you ever wonder where we’d be if we hadn’t listened to him that day?”
Hannah had barely spoken above a whisper, but Veronica felt her words as if she had shouted them, and let them echo throughout the small room.
Where would they be? Certainly not in their current position.
Really though, they could only blame themselves. But when had Eli walked into their lives, all cool confidence and charm, they fell for his impassioned ideals and his desire to make a difference. The girls had been so swept in the intensity of it all that they failed to notice the increasingly dark look in Eli’s eyes, and the malicious intentions behind some of his more radical actions.
“I don’t know, Hannah,” Veronica murmured lowly. “Maybe somewhere better. But who knows? We may have ended up getting here on our own someday.”
Hannah scoffed, “You’re right. With how quickly we let Eli suck us in, we should just be glad we didn’t end up in a worse situation.”
Veronica could only concede to her point. Even sitting here, with her hands stained with blood and dirt, she could only count herself lucky.
When Hannah spoke next, there was a fire in her voice that Veronica hadn’t heard since before Eli,
“I swear to God, if I ever meet that bastard again, he’ll be sorry he ever thought to use us.”
As Veronica looked at the Holbrooke Penitentiary emblem she now wore, she felt her own heart harden against the boy she used to love.
“Oh, we’ll see him again,” she declared as a mischievous smile crossed her face. “After all, the FBI is dying to take down domestic terrorism rings. And what better place to start than the illustrious Eli Renwick himself?”
