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And was a future with him feasible?
Damon’s possessiveness, need for control, and demands to know every bit of information about any situation overwhelmed me. And if I was honest with myself, it scared me too.
Those tendencies reminded me so much of Dad, and I wasn’t sure I could handle a life like the one Mom lived.
In fact, I promised myself never to become a version of Sarah Morelli at any cost.
Dad had a control over her that I couldn’t understand. An edge of menace laced all of their interactions. Sometimes, I wondered whether she liked it or accepted it as her lot in life.
One thing I knew for sure was that the violence between my parents wasn’t something I’d ever endure. Damon punished me and left his marks on me, but they brought me pleasure. It gave me the heady feeling of bliss seeing the aftermath on my body.
It was the emotional roller coaster that I questioned.
Dad had destroyed something in Mom mentally. Now, she only considered her societal status and how her offspring represented her.
Was I ready for something like that to happen to me?
Maybe I was jumping ahead of myself. Until we resolved this murder thing, I couldn’t think of a future between Damon and me.
Rolling to my side, I gazed out the window to watch the sun cast its glow over the Manhattan skyline. This was a better view than the one from my apartment.
I wasn’t sure how long I stared out the window when I felt the bed dip behind me, and then Damon’s arm came around my waist to pull me close against him.
“Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“But you said you were going in—”
“Shut up, Sophia. I’m telling you that I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“I truly don’t know how to understand you. I may end up in an insane asylum.”
“We’ll be in there together.” He kissed the back of my head and ordered, “No more talking. Time to sleep.”
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“You will earn your position as my wife, Sarah.”
I cringed and tucked the cover on my bed tighter around me, hearing Father’s sharp command.
Every single time they argued, it ended with them in the library.
Bad things happened in that room.
Father hurt Mom in there. He made her cry and scream. Sometimes, the sounds were so scary I had to put pillows over my head.
Why was my room next to the library?
I wished I was still at school, even if the ache in my tummy made me feel like I wanted to throw up. At least, then I wouldn’t have to hear the fighting.
“Now, get on your knees.”
“No, please.”
“Do as I say, or you know what will happen.”
“Don’t make me do this. I’m begging you.” The fear in Mom’s voice brought tears to my eyes.
Oh God, what was Father going to make Mother do?
