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“What about you? Aren’t you coming?” she asks, looking back at me.
That one look will haunt me until the day I die, which might be soon.
“I’ll be right behind you. I just need to do something first. Now go,” I lie, each word tasting like lead on my tongue.
“I love you, Layla,” she sobs.
“I love you too, Zoey. So much. Now run. Run.”
With those painful words hanging in the dense air between us, my little sister slips from the car and runs as fast as her little feet will carry her. I sink back in my seat and send a little prayer to any god that will hear me.
“Please keep my sister safe.”
I don’t ask for more than that. It would be foolish of me to think I will get out of this alive. But if I can do this one thing and keep Roy busy long enough to give her some time, then by God, I can’t think of a better reason to sacrifice my life.
I take in a long breath of air, and on wobbly knees, I get out of the car. Roy stands only a few feet away from his son’s corpse. My tears continue to fall as I stare at his small motionless form, his body mangled by the shot.
“There she is. Just the girl I was looking for,” he cheers.
“You’re a monster,” I sneer, my legs shaking.
I’m desperate to check on Zoey’s progress, but I don’t dare move my gaze from Roy since I can’t give her hiding spot away.
“Aww, is that any way to talk to me? As I see it, I’d be nice to me right about now. I have your life in my hands, after all,” he taunts, holding the gun with one hand and reaching for his crotch with the other.
“Why? Why do this, Roy?”
“Why?” he shouts, his eyes bulging from his skull. “Your bitch of a mother was going to run off and leave me. With my kids, no less.”
What he’s saying is absurd.
“So you killed her?”
“She needed to learn her place. It’s her own damn fault for getting fresh with me and lying to my face, telling me she was just dropping you off at her sister’s. Nah. She was leaving. I saw the truth in her eyes, even when she was blatantly lying to me,” he shouts, the force of his anger almost bowling me over.
He really is fucking deranged.
“And what about Gage? Did he deserve to die too?” I demand, trying to hold his attention and give my sister a chance to live another day, even if I’ll never see her again.
“If he was my son, he would have put his foot down and told his momma what’s what.”
“He’s eight!”
“Old enough to know better,” he retorts, spitting on the cement.
He’s unhinged, a sadistic madman on a power trip.
“Is this the part where you kill me too?” I ask, strangely calm and detached about the idea of these being my last moments on earth.
“I’m considering it, but there is so much I want to do to you,” he responds, running his eyes down my body as his tongue drags along his chapped lips.
Bile instantly rises in my throat.
“These past years, I’ve been dying to pop that cherry of yours. I told myself to be a little patient and give you another year or so, but now I’m thinking why wait when your body looks like it’s prime for the taking.”
Suddenly the thought of dying doesn’t seem so bad. I prefer death over having his filthy hands on me.
“That pretty mouth of yours has been begging for my cock for ages now. How about you be a good girl and come closer? Who knows, maybe if you show me that you can take your bitch of a mother’s place, I’ll let you live. You won’t get a better deal from me.”
