I roll my eyes. “Cry me a fucking river. But if you need the reassurance, yeah, yeah I am. You need to be put to sleep, Kyro, just like your son. Your plan just backfired, you’re a foolish little man for giving her to me, because now, there is absolutely nothing or anyone on this damn earth that can take her from me.”
I hang up before handing Wrath the phone. “Get Soul to call them and arrange for me to go there.”
It’s been a few days since everything came to light and, despite the mess, I feel a weight lifting off my shoulders. Hell knowing the truth has quieted my loud mind significantly. My meds seem to be working, and I feel calmer. Yet, beneath all the reassurance Hell gives me, and the numbness of the pills, a nagging feeling persists that so much more is to come. The guilt gnaws at me, making me feel responsible for all the chaos.
Sometimes, I have the urge to run again. It’s an impulse, a natural instinct born from the fear of Kyro knowing where I am. The thought terrifies me when I dwell on it for too long, but I trust Hell. I know he won’t let anything happen to me. I'm beginning to see him for who he truly is. He isn’t just some guy working at Oddity Carnival; he is a ruthless killer with some authority in the underworld, even over Kyro, which I never expected.
When he said he chose me, I almost dissolved into the bed. He chose me, little old me, over his family and maybe even hismorals. He understands that I must have lost my sanity when I did what I did, and he gets it. He is exactly what I’ve needed. He has set my soul free in ways he might never fully understand.
The night I left is still hazy. I’m trying to piece it all together and figure out if Kyro might still have Arabella. I don’t want to burden Hell with too much, so I haven’t mentioned it yet, but it's something I need to think about soon.
To find out Kyro has not only taken revenge on me, but his own nephew as well is insane, but in a strange way, I am grateful for the answers. They are answers I have needed since the day he first put his hands on me and took my innocence. He gave me no time to grieve my mother's death; it was so constant that I never truly mourned her. When Hell told me that his father had an affair with my mom, I was shocked, but it made sense to me. It also made sense to me that she would do that. Kyro is an evil fucking bastard, and if he treated my mom like that behind closed doors, then I don't blame her for falling for someone better. If Hell’s father is like him, then I know that pull would have been irresistible, and that's the truth.
It's just a shame it has all gone this way. My mom is dead as a result of possibly falling in love. I knew her, and I know she must have felt trapped, just as I did, and in her desperation, she found solace in Hell's father. It’s a tragic irony that the very thing that brought her a small moment of happiness also led to her demise.
Knowing all of this doesn’t ease the pain, it probably never will, that’s down to me, but it does provide some understanding.
My mother’s death and the suffering I went through were both orchestrated by Kyro’s spite. But in Hell, I’ve finally found my dark guardian, someone who wants me to regain my strength that was once stolen from me and although the past is filled with darkness, maybe, just maybe, the future holds a glimmer of light after all.
As I stroll across the trailer park in the early morning, I am holding my mini dolly tight to my chest, eager to get out of the Hollow’s trailer for a while to hopefully see Blush. It’s been a few days and I need some breathing space, some girl time. When I am at the front door, I knock, but I don’t get the answer I was hoping for. I let out a heavy sigh and look around briefly.
I start to think about going to my old trailer to pick up the rest of my things that I left behind. When I have made the decision, I finally head in that direction until I am there. Fuck, I haven’t got the key. I’m sure Madame said Eli dropped it off to her. Out of curiosity, I press the handle down and to my surprise it is unlocked after all. He must have not locked up before leaving.
After swinging the door open, I enter and glance around, noticing how cold it is in here now. Everything is exactly how I left it, and I make my way straight to the bedroom, so I don’t have to be here long. Walking past the bed, I gently place mini dolly down on it, then go toward the wardrobe where I grab a bag and start to stuff my clothes inside. Suddenly, I hear a noise behind me, and I freeze, my gut dropping. I spin around to see Eli standing there, giving me an evil look.
My jaw sets tight as I turn to face him fully. The sight of him disgusts me. “I suggest you get out of here before I kill you,” I bite out, rage filling every inch of me, making my body shake.
A grin twitches across his lips. “Not without you, Noir. Someone wants to see you.”
I remain expressionless as he takes a calm step forward, and I point at him. “Stay. The. Fuck. Away.”
“No can do. You’re coming with me. You’re my lifeline to get out of this.”
“Get out of what? Abusing kids?” I snap back, tears blurring my vision. He stops, his eyes wide, and I continue. “I fuckingknew you were a dirty fucking paedo. I should have killed you as soon as I sensed it.”
“Yet you didn’t. You trusted me like a silly little girl,” he says calmly.
“Get the fuck out of here, Eli, before I scream. Me and Hell will gladly chop you into tiny little pieces and feed you to the pigs. This is your last fucking warning!”
Anger flashes through his eyes, and he suddenly darts toward my mini dolly, snatching her off the bed and I instinctively take a step forward in panic.
“He made this for you? This shit little thing? How sweet.”
“Give me her, E, or I swear to fuck.”
“You’ll do what? Kill me? Do it.”
He grabs dolly’s head and rips it off.
“NO!” My breath hitches, tears streaming down my cheeks, and I feel my sanity slip entirely. When he goes to tear off one of her arms, I lose it, storming toward him, anger searing inside me.
I swing at him, my punches landing as he moves backwards, blocking them with his forearms. He suddenly grabs the side of my hair, yanking it, but I am so used to pain and roughness, that I am unbothered. I lift my arm, striking him in the balls and he groans, releasing me. As he clutches them, knees bowed, I spit in his eyes and then run toward the door. Hearing him get to his feet, I try to push the handle down on the front door, but it’s somehow locked.
“You’re not escaping him again, Noir!” he shouts before darting toward me.
I dash to the kitchen, desperate for a weapon of some kind. As I open a kitchen drawer, he snatches my hair, dragging me backbefore I can reach for a knife. I lift my hand without warning, poking his eyes and then stamping hard on his foot, causing him to release me again. I reach for the nearest weapon, and as soon as I have a huge, sharp knife, I swing my arm while turning my body rapidly. It connects with his stomach, a huge slice slashed across his abdomen.
His eyes widen as his intestines almost spill out and he grasps them, but I don't stop there. I raise the knife again with a scream, anger seeping out of me like an inferno, and I slash him across the throat, blood spraying across my face and body before he hits the ground with a loud thump. I breathe heavily with gritted teeth, my eyes pouring with tears.
