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I believed him.
I reached down, pulling the jacket sleeve off his left arm, hoping to not confirm a suspicion.
Hope rarely worked in my favor though, and this was no exception, the ring of thorns around his bicep was right there in stark black against his pale skin.
“That mean something to you?” Jake asked, and I was still deciding my answer when he spoke again. “Oh, shit. That blood – is that yours or – shit, that’s yours! You okay?”
Fuck.
Was I okay?
I wasn’t completely sure and my brain was suddenly not connecting any dots toward an answer. I could still hear the sirens, still hear the chaos of a gathering crowd, could hear the rev of motorcycles that could be carrying anybody, friend or foe.
And then… nothing.
“You don’t look anything like him. I guess I should consider it a blessing.”
What was I supposed to say to that?
Was it a compliment?
Should I apologize?
I chose silence, which probably wasn’t the right answer either.
“Get dressed. And do something with that hair,” she demanded, disgusted. By me or my hair, I didn’t know. There wasn’t much of anything I could do about either, so I just did as she asked without argument.
It was usually best to just stay out of her way.
She always commented on me sharing her face like it was the worst possible thing.
Did shewantto be reminded of the person who’d forced my creation?
I hoped not.
She’d once, after a whole bottle of wine, told me a graphically detailed story of killing him with only a knife while she cried.
If I looked like him, I’d be scared.
But… I looked like her and I was still scared.
Scared of the way she looked at me like she hated me for having her face. Did she hate herself? Was that why she was so disgusted?
“Come the fuck on!” she yelled from somewhere in the big house and I went running to find her. By the time I did, she was outside by the car.
She watched me rush up to her, eyes devoid of… anything.
“Get in,” she demanded, pointing inside the car. “It’s going to be a long trip.”
“When are we coming back?” I asked, and the question triggered a spark of something, finally.
Relief.
She let out a breath, looking me right in the face when she answered.
“Not for a long, long time.”
Like most people, I hated not knowing where I was.
