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But the pain in the back of my head has a heavy pressure, and I realize that Joseph has his fingers buried in my wound. My eyes flicker, trying and failing to hold Atticus but I give way to the pain.
When I wake,my eyes find home in the familiar piano room and then they find him. The cool facade is scary. I’ve never seen him so still, so animalistic as he is at this moment. Atticus' body ripples with anger, eyes so far gone I doubt he realizes I’m even here. He’s just watching Joseph like his next prey.
“I can’t decide if I want to kill you fast or slow. What do you think, babe?” he nudges me with the gun, causing me to stumble.
“Kill me instead,” I say weakly.
“Trust me, I’d love to but you’re detrimental to my reputation. Fiancée stolen and rescued by yours truly. I’ll be a hero who took a bad man out and saved the poor girl from the big bad beast. No, we’ll get married and as punishment, I’ll make you watch as I fuck my way through the city.”
“I wouldn't care. I don't care about you, Joseph.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he snarls, sending me to my knees.
“No matter what you do, I will never want or love you. You are nothing to me.”
He glares, eyes shooting up to Atticus. “What did you do to her?” He snarls, pointing the gun at Atticus, his finger onthe trigger. I stand, hitting him in the stomach causing him to stumble, the gun goes off but I don’t hear any noises from Atticus. With a sigh of relief, I fall to my knees, a strange pain in my stomach.
Atticus is a blur of motion as he tackles Joseph to the ground.
I grip my stomach, hot blood rushing through my fingers. I gently recline myself, laying flat on the ground as I look up at the glass room I’ve spent so many hours in. The library may be my room but this is by far my favorite.
Francis appears above me, eyes wide as he cradles my head in his lap. “Hold tight miss, Mr. Luca wasn't far behind us.”
I close my hand around his frail one, “You’re my best friend, you know that?”
He swallows thickly. “Now is not the time for goodbyes, you’re not going anywhere,” his voice shakes.
I cough, smiling. “I love you, Francis.”
His jaw tightens as he watches something on the other side of the room.
“He saved me and now, now I’ve saved him. You’ll watch him for me, right, Francis?”
A tear slips down his weathered face as he runs a thumb over my cheek. “Yes, miss.”
“And you’ll make sure he keeps going to therapy. That he finds light and lives, right, Franics?”
“Of course, Constance.”
I smile at the use of my name.
A commotion makes Francis look up and I squeeze his hand as I drift.
Out of all the times I thought about dying, you’d think I’d be ready. But now that it’s here, I wish I could wait.
For just a little bit longer.
Chapter 36
All I can see isthe blood I’m extracting out of Joseph's body. Literally seeing red. I’m so fucking furious, enraged? Whatever words come after that times ten. I can’t hear, can't think. My brain only repeats one thing.
Kill.
Kill.
Kill.
Over and over my fists fly. He hasn't fought back in minutes but I can’t stop. He took her, raped her, hit her. And the entire time, I couldn’t fucking think. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't do anything but watch.
