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I walk straight to her and tug her to my chest. “I sent him on his way. You won’t be seeing him again, but I think it’s best we stay at my house from now on.”
I’m such a fucker. I can protect her from here, but I want her in my bed, in my home. It does shit to me to see her in my kitchen, in my shirt making herself at home.
I built my home with the thoughts of my family living in it one day. Now that she’s in front of me, I’m taking hold of her with both hands.
She shakes her head; I know she is confused. “Why is he here? He was always super weird and made me weary of him, but we weren’t close. How did he even find me? Did he follow me?”
It pisses me off that I can’t answer her question for her. “Let’s just get out of here,” I tell her, and she smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
Next time I see that fucker I’m going to tear his eyes out.
* * *
Seth
* * *
Lyle is a fucking idiot.
I found Lyle online when I was doing a background check on Meghan, and she had an old Facebook account where he would post on there daily about how much he missed her.
I got ahold of him, and I’ve been plotting on how the fuck I’m going to get her away from Terror.
Terror fucking shot his knees out and now he is trying to crawl his way in my direction.
Do I help him? Hell no.
He told me that she was his family and that she would come with him, but from the yelling I’m guessing that is not the fucking truth.
He finally manages to crawl his way to where I’m hiding behind the dumpster. “What the fuck happened? You were supposed to bring her to me!” I scream at him.
He flinches. “You didn’t tell me she wasn’t alone.”
I roll my eyes. “Did you lie to me?”
His face drops. “I just wanted to see her one last time. I love her.”
I reach down and grab his throat, squeezing with all of my rage. I’m pissed the fuck off that she hasn’t been left alone for a single moment where I can take her.
She is mine.
Why is she denying this?
I’m coming to the conclusion that the real problem is Terror. He is holding her against her will.
It’s all an act for her.
She needs me to save her, and I will do whatever it takes to get her, even if it takes killing Terror to do it.
I sit back and think of a new plan as I kill this fucker. No one else will love her the way I do.
No one will be allowed to fucking live. Once I get her, no one will see her ever again.
I decide to write a note to her, to let her know that I’ve not given up on her, and that I will save her from this madman.
I’d rather her fucking die than live with that fucker another day.
It’s time to make my move. I’m just waiting for the perfect moment and it’s almost time.
