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“You’ve got half truths. You’re missing a huge chunk of the memory. I didn’t fucking rape you. I gave up everything for you.”
Past
I couldn’t think about the last twenty four hours. How I got here, on this island, sold by my father for the hefty price for disobeying him.
Even if I had known then what I know now… I wouldn’t change it. She’s safe. Her fate is not the same as mine.
She’s not Ma’am’s fuck toy. I am. I took her position.
I am her sacrifice.
Present
“But I don’t remember anything after.” She squeezes her eyes shut, banging on the side of her head until I trap her arms. “Why won’t you tell me?”
“Why tell you some horrible things you don’t remember? You’re better off.” I release her, stepping back. “Now come on. It’s cold, your lips are turning blue.”
She crosses her arms. “And I’m just supposed to take your word for it?”
“Yes.” I snap. “Now get in the fucking car.”
I turn, hearing her footsteps behind me. “My mom is in prison. I plan to go see her.”
That makes me pause. “I’m going with you.”
“But.”
I shake my head, throwing the door open. “Get in.”
Chapter 26
“There is something about love and hate that brings people down from their pedestals, darling.”
-Robin Finch
He did notin fact take me to go see my mom.
Up until this point, I had been burying everything. The emotions of the memories. The fact he knew who I was when he took me. How he’s been keeping a huge part of my life a secret. And now I know why.
Because he…
Yeah. Even thinking it or saying it out loud is too much. How could he dothat, and then kidnap me? How could he…
There is a clank on the table that knocks me out of my thoughts, but doesn't quite cool the anger in my soul. The roar in my blood and the heat on my skin reach an all time high as I stare at his clothed back.
My fists curl as I make my way to the table. The cool metal of his gun under my palm as I grab it with a steady hand. Pointing it at his back.
I could kill him.
Atticus turns, face never changing as he watches me. He walks towards me, cool and steady steps that unnerve me. His hand wraps around the barrel and instead of jerking it away, he places it to his chest.
“If you shoot here, right into my vile heart, I’ll bleed out quickly, my death resulting in less than a minute.”
He moves the firearm, his body getting closer, the only thing between us is his gun. One hand on it while the other wraps around my neck to tip my face up to meet his eyes. “If you shoot me in the neck, it’ll stop my brain from getting blood. Not a quick death. It just depends on how long you want to watch me struggle.”
His thumb runs over my throat soothingly, as he directs the gun in my hand to his head. “Now here, eviction style is a classic, one of my personal favorites. The only difference is, I will not beg for my life. You have control over whatever you choose.” His lips brush over mine as he whispers, “But I’ve seen people live long after a shot to the dome.”
His lips kiss the corner of my mouth, “ At the end, my life is yours. You hold it in your tiny unsure hands. If you want to take me out, go ahead, baby. I’m at your mercy.”
