AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Oh, right. It said you broke your leg. Pity. I always wanted to be a ballerina, you know.”
“Never being one is better than having to give it up.” That pain will never go away, but it’s not worse than learning I’m only a means to an end to Adrian.
It’s not worse than falling for the wrong man and allowing him to suck my soul from my body.
“I guess.”
We change in a haste and then I fix her up and lift her shoulders so that her posture is straight like mine.
“Remember, stay in a daze. They’re used to that from me in the house.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t forget not to say that word in front of Adrian. He hates it.”
“Oh, yeah. I remember reading that.”
“And be careful of Ogla. She knows everything about everything.” And I’m more and more sure that she’s the one who snitched to Adrian about my escape attempt soon after Jeremy’s birth.
“Got it.”
“Next week, bring Jeremy with you and I’ll get someone to help me so I can take him with me. If Adrian says no, tell him you miss being with Jer and want to spend some time with him.”
“Yup.”
It’s going to kill me to live a week without Jeremy, but it’s a small sacrifice to make for escaping this life. One in which my fate is hanging on a word from Adrian.
The moment he decides he hates me more than he wants me, he won’t hesitate to get rid of me.
“If you survive another week after that, I can ask the person helping me to get you out,” I offer.
“Nah, I’m gonna be a boss bitch. Why would I want to leave?”
I grab her shoulders. “Listen to me, Winter, Adrian is dangerous.”
“So you keep telling me. Are you having second thoughts?”
“Of course not.”
She shrugs. “All is cool then.”
“Are you sure?”
“Areyou? Because it seems like you’re really having cold feet, girl.”
“I’m not, I’m just warning you.”
“Maybe you just don’t want to give up your man.”
“That’s not true.”
She hums joyfully. “Then is it okay if I fuck him? He looked smoking hot in the pictures.”
Her words stab me in the chest and bile rises in my throat. I want to scream no, that he’s mine and always will be, that no one but me is allowed to touch him, but is that true when I’m escaping him?
“I don’t care what you do after I’m gone,” I mutter.
“Cool. You can’t take it back now.” She gives me a Cheshire cat grin. “No changing your mind either. I mean it.”
