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“Cole, let go.” Rocky’s eyes were locked on mine.
“No, Papa.”
My whole world spun out of control. I ran out the back door and jumped into my car with tears rolling down my face as I sped back to my house.
Papa, I missed you so muchrepeated in my head on a constant loop.Papa, I missed you so much.
I banged my hand on the steering wheel and screamed at the top of my lungs, “You fucking liar! How can you do this to me!”
And why was I so fucking stupid? He’d been gone for five goddamn years and had been with the same woman. Of course he’d had a child with her. Why would I think he hadn’t been living his best life while I was living in hell, using my body to scrape by to make ends meet?
I was done. So fucking done with Rocky Jones. Done with men altogether. I dug out my phone and called Lydia. It was perfect timing that she was in town. I could pack a bag for Rockson and me and get us out of Scornrock for good.
“Hello?”
“Lydia, I need you.”
“What happened?”
“I can’t talk. Can you meet me at my house? I’m about ten minutes out. My whole life is imploding, and I just want out of this hellhole.”
“Of course, Landon and I are on our way. But you need to calm down, honey.”
“I can’t,” I cried. “He’s done it again.”
“Who’s done what again?”
“Rocky. He’s destroyed me all over again, and I can’t… I can’t stay here.” I was sobbing and drove through a stop sign. “Ah!”
A car’s horn blared as the vehicle swerved and slammed on the brakes.
“Ella? Are you okay?”
“I almost hit a car. I gotta go. Please meet me at home.” I was shaking so violently, I should not have been driving.
“We’re on our way.”
I hung up and held onto the steering wheel with both hands.
“Why, God? Why have you forsaken me? What have I done to deserve this maltreatment? What?” I screamed and hit the back of my head on the headrest.
Why couldn’t I ever have anything good?
I just wanted to be happy and in love, be with the man I thought was my forever, and give our son a beautiful life, something Rocky and I never had growing up.
How much more pain and heartbreak would I have to endure?
Suddenly, I was exhausted and filled with hopelessness. What did I have to live for?
I spotted Rockson’s swing set as I parked the car. My son was who I had to live for.
Why were Vegas and Sid here? I ran to the front door, wholly scared for my son, but nothing would prepare me for what I might find.
“What is going on?” I screamed and jumped on Sid’s back, pulling his head back and trying to snap his neck. “Get off her, you sick bastard! Get off her!”
He shook his upper body and flung me off like I weighed nothing. I hit my head on the coffee table but shook it off. I grabbed the first thing I got my hands on to use as a weapon: a pair of children’s scissors.
I roared like a crazy woman and stabbed Sid in the back of the neck. Still, he fought back while atop Joy, who appeared unconscious.
