Heath pissing into the pitcher got no reaction from Alicia. She planned to stay practically comatose through the rest of the game. But when she heard Rod, she couldn't hold it back.
"Oh, shut up, Rod." Alicia groaned. "I know as well as you do that you don't give two shits and a fuck what happens to me." She turned her head slightly to look at him directly in the eyes. "You would sit there and watch as Heath slit my throat, if it came to that. So don't sit there and act all wounded as if you actually care about me." Alicia's heart was breaking. "You're nothing but a beast." A tear slid from the side of her eye and she turned her head away again.
Heath told her to do it or die? Alicia could have laughed. He wouldn't kill her yet. He was on a roll. No way he would end his fun like that, he was too selfish. She was going to call his bluff. After Rod ass raped her, something inside of Alicia changed. She felt different. She was going to keep this mentality until the end of Heath's words reached her brain. Alicia's body went rigid.
Heath showed Alicia a picture of her thirteen year old sister. She was small, short red hair, freckles, pale skin. She was standing at the bus stop in her school uniform. How had he gotten that picture? Bile was rising in Alicia's throat. Alicia gathered enough strength to stand. She walked up to Heath slowly but there was something threatening in her movements. She got really close to his face and looked right into his eyes.
"If you ever go near my sister again," her eyes sized him up from head to toe, then her eyes locked back with his, "I will rip your lungs from your chest." Her voice was dangerous and her fists were balled at her sides.