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“That’s not important.” Landon grabs her by a fistful of her hair and she shrieks. Good thing she’s rich and can afford a soundproof apartment. “What is important, however, is what you did to my brother.My.Fucking. Brother!”
“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about. Lan, let me go. You’re hurting me.”
“Good. It’ll hurt a lot worse in a minute, you worthless fucking bitch!”
“Lan…please…” Her voice cracks, tears pooling in her eyes.
“Too early to beg. We still haven’t done anything.”
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t bring back the years you took from him.” I speak for the first time. “Sorry doesn’t give him back the blood he fucking lost tonight!”
“I really thought he liked me as well. He kissed me.” Her lips tremble. “Healwayskissed me.”
“He asked you to stop. Countless times,” I snarl in her face. “You shut him up and took what you wanted.”
“I’m going to need you to say it out loud now, Grace.” Lan tears at the hairs on her scalp. “I’m your god and I want you to confess what you fucking did.”
“Lan, please.”
“Fuckingsayit,” I roar and pull out a gun from my waistband, then jam it against her forehead.
“I did it! I assaulted him when he was fifteen. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I really didn’t think he hated it. Please don’t kill me. I’m so sorry!”
She’s full-out sobbing now, shaking, and being a fucking mess of snot and tears. If Landon wasn’t holding her, she’d fall in a heap on the floor.
“Channel that energy and write it down.” He shoves her onto her vanity chair and I grab the notepad and pen from her bedside table and throw them in front of her.
“W-what do you mean?” She stares at us with a lost expression.
“Write down everything you did to him,” I say. “In detail. Confess your fucking sins.”
“Including the grooming.” Landon grabs her hand, shoves the pen between her fingers, and slams them on the paper.
She tries to shake her head, but my gun at the back of it stops her.
“Make it quick. We don’t have all night.”
Grace cries the entire time she writes, her hand trembling and blotches of tears smudging the words.
After she’s done signing it per my order, she releases a choppy breath as if she’s run a marathon. Landon reads her letter and then puts it in front of her again. “Ask him for forgiveness. Ask Mum for forgiveness for breaking her trust. Write about how you know nothing you can say can forgive what you’ve done, but you’ve been tortured for years and have never forgiven yourself for it.”
She jots down the words, sniffling. After she’s finished, Landon reads it again and nods in approval. Then he grabs her by the hair and drags her to her bathroom as she screams.
I follow them to find him shoving her into her gigantic bathtub and turning on the faucet full blast.
She thrashes, sending water everywhere. “What are you doing? Let me go this instant! I already did what you asked!”
“You thought that was a punishment?” I grab her left wrist while Landon takes the right one and we pull her arms apart as if she’s about to be crucified.
Her feet slide in the tub as she tries to get away, but there’s no escaping us.
I bring out my knife first and slash her wrist so deep, blood explodes onto my face. “That’s for every drop of blood he shed over the years, for every time he looked in the mirror and hated his reflection because of you.”
Landon cuts her other wrist. “This is for putting your hands on him and driving him to the fucking edge. You better wait for me in hell, bitch. I’ll fucking murder you all over again.”
Blood splashes on his face and fills the bathtub, turning the water red. Grace tries to thrash, her survival instinct kicking in at full force, and she screams.
