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“But…you never came home. All those holidays you missed. I didn’t even see you at Christmas.”
“I blocked your phone,” Axel says, sighing.
“What?”
“The night before we left for Trinity, I barred your number in all of our phones, and I barred ours from yours. I cut off all communication, but I know that Zie and Kaiden tried to stay in touch with you.”
“Why?” her turbulent emotions are clear on her face, and my own anger rises.
She wrenches her hand from mine. “How could y?—”
“—Axel, what the fuck?” I snap, but he ignores me, his full attention on Odi.
“Because I struck a deal with my father. He would spare your life if we walked away and never saw or spoke to you again.”
She looks shell-shocked by his revelation. “I had no idea your dad hated me that much. He wanted to kill me?”
“And he would have,” Axel replies flatly.
“Why not just tell me that?”
“I couldn’t risk him hurting you.”
Odi laughs humorlessly and I wince. In trying to keep her safe, Axel isolated her and gave our fathers exactly what they wanted. Odi.
“I still don’t understandwhy,” I stress.
“Why what?”
“Why they would do it. Not my father. He’s a fucking piece of shit. But there has to be a bigger reason at play. Your dad is far too calculating to hand Odi over to The General just because he wanted her. What are we missing?”
“I can’t figure that out either,” Axel says, getting to his feet and pacing the length of the sofa. “But I think it has to be tied to Rose. My father is too happy that Rose is mine. The General is too incensed. We’re still missing something. Some bigger piece of the puzzle that’s eluding me no matter how hard I search. I feel like if we figure that out, everything will fall into place.”
I watch him closely and while Ithinkhe’s telling the truth, I can also sense he’s still hiding something.
“Is there anything else we need to know?” I finally ask, still trying to process the fucking truth bomb that’s just been detonated.
Axel and Kaiden shake their heads but Odi takes a deep breath.
“Yes…” she says, refusing to look any of us in the eye. “I think… There’s a chance… I might be…pregnant.”
“You see, son. This is all women are good for. Do you understand me?”
I watch, sickly fascinated, as my father pounds into a woman who is most definitely not my mother.
Father has decided that now I’m about to turn twelve and start secondary school, it’s time to make me a man. Whatever that means. I thought shooting and skinning animals made me a man, but when I said that to Father, he just laughed.
The woman’s tits are swinging with every thrust into her my father makes, and although she’s making sounds of enjoyment, there’s pain and discomfort etched on her face. Not that my father can see that, with the position he has her in.
Or then again, maybe he knows, but just doesn’t care. That would be more his style. He knows everything, cares about nothing.
I can’t tear my eyes away from the woman who’s silently weeping now. Why doesn’t she say something? Why would she agree to this?
Maybe she didn’t agree.
So why isn’t she asking for help? I’m right here, she can see me, why not ask for my help?
But then again, what could I do to help her when I can’t even help myself?
