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“It was safer for us to use my middle name until we were married,” Pierce continued, ignoring my obvious distress.
My clothes were suddenly too tight, the walls were closing in on me, and I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. Ignoring Pierce’s yell for me to stop, I shot out of my chair and ran through his house.
I had just hit the third stair when his hand closed around my ankle. I fell forward, grunting as my stomach made impact with stairs, and my teeth bit into my tongue.
“Where the fuck did you think you were going to go?” He flipped me around, so I was facing him. Red filled my vision. I spit the blood at him that had filled my mouth, kicking out at the same time. My foot connected with his stomach, causing his grip to loosen.
“Get away from me!” I spun back around and hauled ass up the stairs.
“Willow!” His yell sent fear coursing through me. For the first time since meeting him, I was scared. He caught me in the hall, sending us both crashing into the wall.
“You ran from me, kicked me, and just spit on me. What do you think happens now?” His voice was dangerously calm. When I didn’t answer, he dragged me away from the wall towards his room.
“If you would have stuck around, you would have heard the best part. How your father, and I use that term loosely, killed your sister. My fiancée. Did you know she was pregnant?”
Now that we were in his room, he shoved me away from him and slammed the bedroom door shut, blocking my only exit unless I totally lost it and through myself over the balcony. He wasn’t worth my life, though. No man was.
“Why would he do that?” I didn’t believe him. Why would my father hurt Cassie?
“He was her supplier. Every time I took the drugs away and got her clean, he’d give them right back. She got in debt and was too ashamed to tell me.”
I knew my next words were going to be cold, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to hurt as much as I did.
“So, I take it she didn’t tell you she fucked him to pay her debts?”
Keeping my voice level, I stared him down, watching what I said sink in.”Why did you take me, Pierce? To make me feel bad? Make me suffer like she did?” I kept going, wishing I could reach inside his ice box of a chest and tear his heart out.
“Your sister was sick, she –”
“Stop defending her! She wasn’t sick, she was a goddamn addict!” My resentment for my sister bled through each word that came from my mouth.
“Does it bother you? That I stick up for the woman I love?” He grinned at me, delighted in my fall from grace.
Love. Not loved.
“Yes, Pierce. It does bother me.”
I clenched my jaw, hating this fucked up thing I called life. “It bothers me because no one stuck up for me. No cared about the girl who didn’t have a choice when that sick fuck came into her room. But let’s feel sorry for the girl that couldn’t pull her shit together and stop sticking a needle in her arm? Fuck. That. I was the one who took care of her when she came running home to get away from you!”
His grin disappeared as I screamed at him.
“You all knew. So why didn’t anyone help me?” I whispered brokenly, feeling my eyes fill with tears.
“I have shit to do.” He turned, opened the door, and walked out, not bothering to look back.
It hurt. Felt as if my heart was being diced up inside my chest, but what was I really expecting to come of this?
The better question. Did what I want really even matter? No, it never had. I knew better than to lead with my head instead of the unstable organ inside my chest.
Pierce Serban was a lesson.
A harsh one.
I’d built myself up too high to let anyone in this world knock me back down. and knocked me down. So, even though my emotions were being put through a meat-grinder, I would get through it.
When I was done crying, I would put myself back together and force myself to carry the fuck on. At the end of the day, that was all I could do. It’d been that same sad song since I was eleven years old.
I had no destination in mind when I left my house. I drove and drove, going nowhere. Though she had said it to hurt me, I knew she spoke the truth. That tended to happen when someone was hurt. Michelle had pledged her loyalty to me, swore she’d never betray me, and then fucked Seth Borgia behind my back.
The baby might not have even been mine. A baby I was overjoyed about having. I’d had some inkling of just who Willow was the first time I’d met her, but I’d needed to be sure. I don’t know why needing to know everything about her was at the top of my to-do list. I figured out who she was the night before I brought home the pizza.
