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Xavier did it. He convinced him that Elliot is alive.
“I thought you were better than this,” I laugh. “One picture, and you believe him?” My knees hit the back of the bed, and I can’t help but cry. I risked everything, and Xavierstill fucking won.
At the sight of my tears, he lets go of his frustration. “I spoke to Elliot and asked him to return.” He hesitates. “He didn’t want to.”
“Liar,” I accuse. “Show me proof. Let me hear his voice.”
“I didn’t record it, but this is his number. Call him andletyourself believe that he’s alive and happy.“ Huxley hands me his phone with the number ready to be dialled.
I hit the call button. There is no ringing tone – just an automated message that the number has been disconnected. I try again. And again. And again. I scream as I throw his phone to the ground.
“Whoever you spoke to was an imposter. Why else would he get rid of the number?”
“He told me he didn’t want to come back to this life. He’s built one for himself out there.”
My laugh starts slow until it becomes hysterical. “Build a life? That isn’t Elliot. He is an idiot who would spend his day drinking himself stupid on the beach while hitting on every person with a vagina! He is the type to blow that much money on a stupid sports car. He is a gambler who doesn’t have any self-control.” I let myself fall back onto the bed as I cry. “He is dead. He’s dead.”
My tears stream into my ears as I cry until it hurts. Huxley was the only person who could help me; now, I don’t even have that. Even if I run from Xavier, what’s to stop him from coming after me? I don’t have anywhere to go, while he has all the resources to follow me anywhere.
I remember Emery warning me to run from Xavier after she found out about the affair. She was wrong. You can’t run from men like Xavier. You either die at the hands of them, or you bring them down. If Elise and I have any chance of surviving, he must be brought down.
I sit up and wipe my tears. “Thank you for trying.”
Huxley blocks my way. “Where are you going?”
“Home.”
He holds my arms. “Savannah, you’re not thinking straight. You’re making things up in your head. Whatever you plan on doing is going to hurt people.”
I push his hold off me. “What should I do then? Sit around and wait until he decides how he wants to kill me? What about all the people he’s hurt?”
His Adam’s apple bobs up and down. His brown eyes meet mine, and all I can see is sincerity. “I think you should speak to a professional. Someone who can help make sense of what you’re feeling.” Before I can protest, he adds, “You’ve been through so much since the first failed pregnancies. I don’t want you to suffer in silence.”
My fists react before I can think about it. They come down on his chest. “I came toyou,“ I spit. “I askedyouto help me, but you can’t see what I can.”
“What you’re seeing doesn’t exist.”
“I’m not crazy!” I snap. “What? Because my mother has schizophrenia, I must have it too?”
“No! But you haven’t been yourself.”
I step away from him. “Because of him.”
“Did you make a fake Instagram account to stalk his ex-girlfriend?” The accusation is evident in his voice. He isn’t asking if it’s true. He’s asking to see if I admit it. I should have known Xavier would use that against me.
“Yes.”
“Did you design the nursery?”
“Yes.”
“Did you try to convince Emery to leave him?”
“Yes.”
“Did you fall in love with him?”
“Yes.”
