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“You took her,” he insists, kicking his feet. “I know you took her, you piece of shit!”
“Why do you think that?” I ask, trepidation raising the hairs on my arms. I shake my head, trying to shrug off my worry. “If she ran away, it was her own doing. I haven’t?—”
“She didn’t run away!” he roars, pulling forward so Zinovy and Fox have to bring him back. “She would’ve left a note. She wouldn’t have done that to her mother.” Tears start to fill his eyes. “Where is she?”
“I don’t have her… Which means she’s fine, Arthur. She’ll be?—”
“She left her sketchbook open,” he says, his voice a broken whisper. “She would’ve hidden it from me. All her things were knocked off her living room shelf. There was a struggle, and I was right downstairs.” His face twists with agony. “Please just?—”
“I would never hurt Olive,” I say before he can finish. I open my mouth to go on but close it when his face turns white.
“It wasn’t you,” he seems to realize out loud.
It wasn’t me.
Notshe must’ve run away.
Notshe’s okay.
Justit wasn’t you.
Which means he thinks it was someone else. Olive is truly in danger.
My stomach falls to the floor.
“Creeper,” Arthur says, his knees wobbling. He pushes to stand up straight then looks at me with a plea in his eyes that isn’t necessary. My feet are already pointed toward the door.
I don’t wait for Fox and Zinovy to release Arthur before I stride that way, my anger channeled into determination.
I’m gonna kill him.
I’m gonnaenjoykilling him.
And he’s going to beg to go back to the day before he ever met Olive. Before he ever laid a hand on my girl.
I drop Arthur’s gun on the ground as I walk and clench my fists when Nikita calls my name.
“I’m leaving,” I bark at him, spinning on my heel to face him.
His brows bunched, he nods. “I know… Take backup. Use all the resources you need.”
30
OLIVE
She isn’t coming.
Tears streak my face and pool onto the dirty laminate table as the man Creeper calls Fish pulls out of me, his cum leaking down my thigh. He kisses my arm that’s secured behind my back with a pair of cuffs and hums a moan while gripping my hips.
I don’t say a word. Don’t scream. Don’t beg. I just wait for her to take over, wait for her to prove that this new medication doesn’t work either.
But she doesn’t. She’s nowhere to be found.
She doesn’t want to live through this as much as I don’t.
“My turn.” The man in the black hoodie slams his palm down on my rear and pushes Fish away. I don’t know this one’s name, but his breath smells like onions. I know because I could still smell it on his face after he ran his tongue along my cheek.
They didn’t start with this. When Creeper dumped my trembling body on the kitchen floor, they went slow. They laughed at me, mocked me, used my mouth and degraded me. For a while, I begged. Now I wish forher.
