He grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked.
*Riiip!*
The shirt ripped apart in his hands—two ragged halves, just like that.
The crowd erupted in a jeering cheer.
Judy rushed over and shoved the man aside, pulled off her own jacket, and threw it over me.
Then she turned to Howard.
"Howard, the shirt's already ruined. We don't need to—"
"I want it!"
Howard cut her off again.
He must have seen her still wavering,
because he reached into his bag, pulled out a knife, and pressed the blade to his own throat.
His whole body was shaking. He looked at Judy, voice cracking.
"Judy, my mom and dad died overseas—you promised you'd take care of me, that's the only reason I came back…"
"You can't even do this one small thing for me. How am I supposed to trust you? I'd rather just die…"
"Don't!"
Before Howard could press down,
Judy lunged forward and grabbed the blade with her bare hand.
Blood ran down her wrist like a thin stream.
Three years ago, the day I charged into a gang hideout alone to save her, she'd thrown her forearm in front of a machete meant for me.
She told me she'd only ever bleed for me in this life.
Turns out that promise had a three-year shelf life.
"Judy, I don't want to make things hard for you…"
"You're not!"
Judy spun around and strode toward me.
"You want that coat, Howard? I'll rip it off him myself!"
The words barely left her mouth
before she tore away the jacket she'd just draped over me.
Then she seized my waistband and wrenched it down.
"Judy!"
I forced everything I had into my arms and clamped down on her wrists.
My eyes were bloodshot, fixed on hers, my voice shaking.
"You can't do this! My mother sewed this stitch by stitch. You know what it means to me…"
Hesitation flickered through Judy's eyes.
But right then, Howard's wounded voice rose behind her again.
"Judy, I really don't see the point in being alive anymore. My mom and dad are gone. Anyone can push me around…"
The hesitation in her hands vanished, replaced by force.
The look she gave me went cold.
"Dustin, you brought this on yourself! You're your mother's son, but Howard was someone's child too!"
"He blasted me with the water cannon first!"
"That was a blessing!"
"Dustin, ever since Howard came back you've been against him at every turn, and you still can't see what you've done wrong! I've been way too easy on you!"
"Today I'm teaching you a lesson you won't forget!"
The moment the words left her mouth, she pulled with everything she had.
*RIIIP!!*
My pants split apart down the middle.
Judy glanced at the crowd around us.
She saw their mocking stares—and she still shoved me away, stripping my body out of the two ruined halves of fabric for everyone to see.
Jeers cut through the air from every direction.
I choked down the nausea churning in my stomach, crawled to where the torn ceremonial coat lay, and dragged it over myself to cover my bare skin.
I'd barely managed it when Judy came striding over again.
She grabbed the other corner of the coat.
"Judy!"
I stared her down, every word forced through my teeth.
"All this—for one man's pathetic little act. You'll die ugly for this, Judy. Mark my words."
"Touch me one more time, and I swear you and that animal will both die ugly."
"Oh!"
Judy stopped mid-motion. She gripped my chin hard,
studying me with pure amusement in her eyes.
"There it is again, the great Young Mr. Sanchez act! But this is Meridian City, darling."
Howard saw his opening and strode forward. He looked me up and down in my wrecked state and let out a contemptuous laugh.
"Dustin, come on—even if you call people in, what are they gonna do? We splashed a little water on you. It's the Water Splash Festival! If getting splashed at a water festival could kill someone, is there any justice left in this world?"
They were certain they hadn't broken any laws.
Certain that a young master from Crown City couldn't touch them here.
They wanted to use this chance to grind me into the dirt, and maybe the entire Sanchez family with me.
But they were too stupid.
While they stood there running their mouths, spewing filth at me without pause,
a hundred pitch-black industrial water-cannon trucks were rolling toward them in a slow, unstoppable column.
As the roar of those hundred industrial beasts filled the air,
I looked at Judy and Howard and smiled—cold, and for the first time tonight, real.
Fine. You love playing with water so much? I'll play with you today.
