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Coming down the ladder with intent, he grabs his phone from his pocket and puts it to his ear, walking away from all of us without a word. Riggs slides down the wall, sitting on the ground and staring off into space. "Every time I think this is over and we can move past it, something else happens. How are we supposed to help Lay and raise a family when shit like thiskeeps happening!"
"This will pass," I assure him, placing one hand on the ladder to go up and see for myself. I climb up, raising my voice to keep talking to Riggs. "Right now we need to just focus on cleaning up this place and making it ready for our family to grow. Let the police handle Kevin now."
"And if they can't?" He calls up to me.
Taking in the pictures covered in bodily fluids that look like a mix of semen and blood, the makeshift bed with a black wig in the center of it, and pieces of Lay's clothing strewn about up here, I yell back, "Then we fucking destroy him."
Chapter Twenty-Five
Rhys
“Jarrod, he was fucking living in our attic! How the fuck did you miss that?” I scream into the phone, my hand tightening so hard on the phone I’m worried I’m going to snap the fucking thing. “Get your fucking people back here and collect the fucking evidence that will keep that piece of shit in jail.”
“Rhys, I know you’re upset. I need you to stop yelling, though. There’s something I also need to tell you, and I need to know you’ll stay calm before I do,” Jarrod placates me, his nervous voice making me grit my teeth.
“What?” I say in a low, clipped tone. This had better not go where I think it’s going to go. “You have five seconds before I lose it again. You’re on thin fucking ice.”
“Kevin Jennings Jr is still at the hospital in the psychiatric wing,” Jarrod talks slowly, enunciating every word. “He most likely will not be going to jail. He’s got a very severe case of schizophrenia which the defense is going to use to their advantage. He’s literally talking to his fucking father in the hospital room when he’s by himself.”
Slamming my hand against the counter, I let out a string of curse words. Lay walks into the kitchen, her black hair falling in sleepy waves around her face. She looks at me with a frown, her tired and puffy eyes taking in my demeanour.
“Just get your team to get the shit out of our attic and you make sure that motherfucker never sees freedom ever again. Whether that’s a jail cell or a padded room, I don’t care. Don’t fuck this up because if I ever hear of him getting out, I’ll fucking kill him myself.” Hanging up the phone without a response, I lay it on the counter and give Lay my full attention.
Lay walks up to me, placing her hands on my stomach and looking up into my eyes. “I’m guessing that was Jarrod.”
“It was,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around my girl and breathing in the scent of her hair. “I want that shit out of our attic. I can’t fucking believe they missed that so many fucking times. They told me they thoroughly searched the house which was a crock of shit.”
“I’m not happy about it either. That said, we can’t change the past, we can only focus on the present and future. We know now, and it gives us more evidence against him,” Lay comforts me, her hand stroking my beard and laying on top of my heart. “I want to start moving forward, especially since we have the babies to think about now.”
“I want that too.” I smile down at her, sliding my hand around to touch her still flat stomach. “I’m so excited to build our family and move on from all of this. I just feel like it’s not over yet. We have the trial, and there’s the possibility that he had a hand in what happened to Dec. I just can’t drop it until I know we’re actually safe.”
Lay rests her head on my chest, sighing deeply. “We’ll get there, Rhys. It’s all of us against the world. We’ll figure it out.”
Taking in a deep breath, I mumble the next part, not sure how Lay will take it. “They believe he has schizophrenia, so there’s a chance he’ll be deemed legally insane. He believes his father is in his head, and I think he’s targeting you because of his father’s obsession with you.”
“It makes sense,” Lay murmurs, pulling back to look down between us. “There was a whole lot of fucked up in that house, and it would have touched him in ways I probably can’t comprehend. Plus, isn’t schizophrenia genetic? I wouldn’t be surprised if Mr. Jennings had it as well. He had psychotic eyes just like Kevin did that night.”
Lay looks up at me, a sad smile on her lips. Leaning down, I brush my lips against hers softly, letting her know in my own way that I’m here for her. There’s a feeling in my gut that none of this is over, and that feeling is almost never wrong. On top of protecting Lay, we now have two babies on the way to protect as well. That fucking terrifies me. Thankfully, Adam and Riggs are in this with me, and we’ll protect our girl and our children with our last goddamn breath. Kevin Jennings will not be getting anywhere near our family. I will kill him if I ever get the chance.
Kevin Jennings Jr
“I’m going to get out of here, Father. I promise you I will,” I shout, trying to drown out his voice with my own so he’ll fucking listen to me.
The nurse that put me in this hospital room looks around, her eyes searching for who I’m talking to. He’s only in my head, though. He doesn’t talk or show himself to stupid bitches like her. They’re beneath him. They’re fucking beneathme.
She backs out of the room, closing the door behind her. Through the window, I can see her talking to those no good fucking pigs. They think they can keep me away from my destiny, but they’re so fucking wrong. I will get out of here, and I will make them all pay.
Especially that stupid fucking slut and those stupid fucking pieces of shit she calls boyfriends. When I get my hands on them, I’m going to make them all suffer and beg for death before I kill them all. That black haired fucker that shot me is especially going to suffer. I’ll make him look at his own intestines after I hang him upside down and disembowel him.
You should have got them the first time, you worthless piece of garbage. You could have had her but you let your emotions get the best of you. I should have made your mother abort you when I had the chance.
“I’m sorry, Father,” I cry out, grabbing my hair and tearing it out of my scalp to try and quiet his voice. “I’ll do better. I’ll do better for you, and I’ll get that bitch.”
You fucking better. You got rid of that fucking whistle-blowing snitch, but that’s only half of what I told you to do. Alayna Morgan needs to pay for what happened to me with her fucking life. Do not disappoint me again.
“I won’t. Alayna Morgan will die, and it’ll be by my own hand,” I assure him, clenching my teeth as his voice echoes around my head.
Get it fucking done soon, Son. Don’t keep me waiting any longer.
