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Seeing him in the backseat, handcuffed, with that criminal aura all over him, getting a taste of what he served me, is the image that brightens my evening.
“Call my lawyer, Peter,” Manasseh orders him, and my stomach tightens as I feel the frightening gravity in his voice.
Peter takes the car and follows them to the station, while I stay with the girl that’s around my age and give her my statement. In the end, she asks me if I want to file a complaint, which leaves me in a dilemma.
A terrible sensation washes over me. I could request a restraining order against him and give myself time to sort things out with my mother. Now is the time to act, to summon the courage to create an escape route, but I fear Manasseh and what he might do if I go against him.
I fear Manasseh more than anything.
However, I can't miss this opportunity.
I take a risk.
It's now or never!
I'll get rid of him with his own weapons. Now is the moment, a once-in-a-lifetime chance I must seize.
I must escape Manasseh once and for all.
The idiot will regret messing with me. Maybe he doesn't know how to lose, but I don't know how to accept defeat either. It's my chance to trap him and reclaim my life, but I'm scared.
I hesitate for a moment, long enough to draw the line and realize there's no turning back now.
“Yes. I don't want him to come near me anymore,” I swallow hard and try to steady the trembling of my hands.
“Are you requesting a restraining order?”
“Yes,” I reply firmly and sign the statement, trembling from head to toe.
CHAPTER 28
Present
Rebecca
Matlock, the town I fled from in the past, without looking back.
The cold and damp air fills my chest, simultaneously repulsing me.
I hate everything about this town.
I even hate the church my father takes care of.
I haven't been able to be close to religion since then. Everything related to it depresses me. I have the feeling that this was the main reason I ended up in that situation. The preacher’s daughter, the naive and innocent Rebecca Godwill, two qualities that, no matter how hard I tried to ignore, turned into flaws.
I yearn to drown myself in oblivion, to lessen the pain, but the years have passed, and I still haven't managed that.
The truth is, I haven't forgotten that cursed night, not for a single moment.
Now, being here again, I have the feeling that the space will gradually turn into a black hole and will swallow me whole.
This town has a dark aura, which not long ago I thought I could embrace. I really wanted to become one of them, but I failed.
I placed my trust in the wrong person, and this will likely be the regret of my life, knowing that I won't be able to trust people anymore.
St. Giles' Church.
Right now, the mere mention of this place sends shivers down my spine. The swarm of people streams out of the church where my father has been preaching for what feels like an eternity. I've been waiting for around ten minutes now, as some elderly ladies sure love taking their sweet time, as if they have all the time in the world to cover the distance from the altar to the exit at snail's pace.
