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The motherfucker raped her until her body gave up its fight, her soul finding peace in the midst of pain. Fuck! My blood rushes through my ears, loud as thunder, as my heart races. I see my vision pulsating with red as I listen to my best friend sob and break down over his sister’s chest.
He brushes Maxine’s hair from her face, begging her to come back, to forgive him for finding her too late. My heart shatters as I watch him rock her back and forth, promising revenge.
I tuck my gun away and drop down beside him, wrapping my arms around him and her, doing my best to hold my friend together while all his pieces shatter over his dead sister.
“I got you, Luce.” I say softly, not bothering to tell him we’ll have our revenge. He knows that, but it’ll never bring back his big sister.
After a few more moments, Luce wipes his eyes, and a cold detachment replaces his face. “Let’s get her out of here and go find Lexi.”
I tuck my arms under Maxine’s body, lifting her to my chest before following Luce out. My jaw grinds painfully, my tears threatening to spill as I think back on all my moments with Maxine. Pain and my heartache make it hard to breathe as self-loathing fills my blood. Why did I have to get her involved? Why didn’t I just fucking kill my father years ago? I was a coward, selfish with coveted desire for my stepmother, and it led me to make choices without any regard for the people in my life. People who loved me and accepted me into their family like I was one of their own.
Maxine’s head lays against my shoulder, and I make my promises to her, praying they reach her wherever she is.
I promise I will get Lexi back, and I’ll make that motherfucker suffer for everything he did to you. I’m sorry I was too late.
How the fuck was I spawned by such an evil man? Is this what I should prepare myself for when I finally lay my eyes on Lexi?
Luce leads the way out, my feet moving of their own accord as my mind stays on Lexi. I know she’s facing impossible situations, detaching from herself and possibly praying for death. But what hurts me most is knowing she’s waiting for me, holding out hope that I’ll find her, save her from the monster…what if I’m too late for her as I was for Maxine?
We bypass the dead man at the bottom of the stairwell, rigor mortis is setting in with the cold temperature, making his body and blown head look like a macabre statue. Fuck, I hope Alan sees this, sees and knows that I’m coming for him.
