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There’s a puddle of fresh blood underneath his leg from where I blew his knee out.
I thought I’d feel some kind of sense of satisfaction knowing that I did that, that I caused him some pain.
I’ve been craving revenge on him for as long as I can remember.
But standing here now, I feel… nothing.
Relief that it’s over, sure. But there is little satisfaction over the fact he’s locked up like the animal he is while I’m out here embarking on a whole new chapter of my life.
Even my desire to hurt him is waning.
I just want it over. I want him gone from my life. From our lives.
If I didn’t think he deserved a world of pain, I’d walk in there right now and end it for good.
But it would be too easy after all the suffering he’s caused.
With a sigh, I close the little door and step away.
That man inside that room has been dead to me for a long time. It’s for the best it stays that way.
Ignoring the voices coming from the kitchen, I head up the stairs in search of the man who checked in on me with Kristie not so long ago.
He was the strong, unshakeable man I’ve always known him to be, but there was something in his eyes.
Something I didn’t like.
I’ve no idea if it’s just impatience to finally get to his father, to finally be done with all of this. Or if it’s more than that. I can’t imagine the sudden appearance of a three-year-old little girl in his life has thrilled him all that much.
JD’s voice rumbles from Mav’s room, but despite the pull I feel to go to him, to both of them—to Daisy—I forge on.
And I’m so glad I do when I find Reid standing at the window with his shoulders lowered like he has the weight of the world pressing down on them.
Without hesitating, I march straight to him and wrap my arms around his waist, and rest my head against his back.
I’ve no idea if it helps or not, but I sure feel better feeling his warmth against me.
“Are you okay?” I whisper, already knowing the answer
“Yeah, Pet. I’m good,” he says, predictably.
“You’re lying,” I breathe, wanting him to know that I know him better than that.
His cell buzzes and the second he reads whatever is on the screen, his entire body locks up with tension.
“What is it?” I ask, slipping around so that I can face him.
The expression on his face does little to reassure me that he’s coping right now.
His eyes bounce between mine. “It’s almost over, Pet.”
“But… that’s a good thing, right?” I ask nervously.
“Yeah,” he agrees, although there isn’t much strength behind it. “It is. I’m just?—”
“Scared?” I offer, aware that he’d never admit it, even if were.
“No. Yeah. Maybe. I don’t know,” he says, unable to settle on an answer. “This has been so long coming that I guess I never really thought it would happen.
