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You'll turn her son into you. Have you seen the way he looks at you? In no time, you'll have him following in your footsteps. Following in mine.
I tucked the towel around my waist, still soaking wet all over, and retrieved my gun from under the mattress. The motherfucker. He was dead. I'd killed him myself, but I was going to do it again. And again. And again until he was gone for good and the evil of him left my mind.
When I returned to the bathroom, the fucker was still in the mirror with that evil glint in his eyes. He appeared younger, stronger, and smug. My head was foggy, confused and feeling drained, and I just wanted him gone for good.
He'll be a killer. Like you.
“Shut up,” I shouted, raising the gun, aiming at his forehead. No more. No more of his bullshit. This was it.
He laughed.You're just like me, son. Are you sure it's a good idea being around your sister? She's a beautiful woman now. You have my instincts and will want to fuck her too.
“Shut. The fuck. Up.” I couldn’t stand it. It was time . . .
My finger twitched on the trigger. I was going to blow his head off.
“Carlos!”Camila?She was in the doorway. Oh, God—I have to get her away from him.
“Run, Camila. I won't let him touch you,” I said, keeping my gaze glued to the monster in the mirror. In my peripheral vision, I saw she hadn't moved.What is she waiting for?
“What the hell?” I jerked my head and saw Stone behind Camila with his eyes trained on me.
“I won't let him touch her,” I promised. My eyes blazed. My heart rate was through the roof, and my skin felt clammy. I was going to go out of my mind if I didn’t put an end to him.
“Carlos, put the gun down please.” Her soft voice cut through some of the fog in my brain. She was upset, worried.
“I thought he was gone.” I blinked at her in confusion. “I'll make sure this time.” She broke free of Stone and took slow, confident steps toward me. “Don't get near him.”
Camila was beside me. She touched my arm, applying pressure, but it wasn't enough to get me to lower the weapon. “He's not here, Carlos.”
I looked back and forth between her and the mirror. He was still watching us, though somewhere in the back of my mind I knew this couldn’t be true. But I was taking no chances, and I stepped in front of her so my father couldn't see her. I wouldn't let him look at her, violate her with his eyes. Never again.
“You're safe. He's not here,” she repeated.
“He's right there.” I pointed at the mirror with the gun, and her eyes filled with sympathy.
“Put the gun down. Please.”
“He'll try to—”
She shook her head, cutting me off. She didn’t see him, and that worried me. Was I going crazy? “I'm safe,” she assured me. “You saved me.” Her eyes were clear and bright. “Put it down.”
Hesitantly, I placed the weapon on the counter. The moment I did, her hand was in mine, leading me out of the bathroom. I followed in a daze, looking over my shoulder to make surehedidn't follow. I couldn't see him anymore, but the knot in my chest didn’t release.
Camila sat me on the bed and took my cheeks in her hands, her eyes filled with tears.
“Don't cry,” I pleaded. “I thought—” I didn’t know what I thought. My mind was clearing now from the haze. Reality was approaching my brain as the love from my sister enveloped me.
“Shh.” She climbed beside me and pressed my head until it was resting in her lap. Gabriel's Lego man stood on the nightstand. I reached for it and held it tightly. She stroked my hair like Mama used to do. I closed my eyes, and some form of peace wound its way through me. The beast in the bathroom had tried to squeeze the life out of it with an iron-tight grip, but my sister was stronger. “You're safe too,” she whispered. “He can't hurt us anymore.”
If that were true, why wouldn't he leave us alone?
Because neither of you knows how to exist without me.
My father's voice in my head was the last thing I heard before I succumbed to the soothing rhythm of my sister's touch, anchoring me to the light when the darkness was clawing for my soul.Thank God for Camila.
Chapter Twelve
Holly
