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He starts moving toward me, joy crossing his face, letting me know he’s already picked a punishment and intends to deliver it shortly. I repeat to Estella again, “Go.”
He snatches a knife from his back pocket, flipping it between his fingers as the blade glistens under the light streaming from above and the fireplace, giving the weapon an even darker edge.
He carries those around now?
“You’ll listen to me, Estella. I’ve been kind, but I can be very cruel.” She shivers, and I fucking hate her anywhere near him right now.
She doesn’t deserve it. I’m already damaged, but her? She’s innocent, and I intend to preserve her innocent and pure outlook on the world for as long as possible.
However, I have no time to warn her again because he delivers his first attack. “See, Estella?” Wayne prompts, wrapping his hand around my throat and squeezing so hard it’s impossible to breathe. I slap his hand while counting the seconds in my head, the only thing grounding me to the present as my body cries out for oxygen.
Despite that, my whole focus is on my sister’s terrified face. “You shouldn’t have gone to that birthday.” He shakes me, his fingers flexing tighter around my neck, and that familiar dizziness sweeps over me. “Now, someone has to pay for the disrespect.” He puts the tip of the knife to my cheek and presses it until he draws blood. I hiss, but my face stays indifferent, hiding my feelings from him as I know his goal.
He gets off only when he sees my misery, and it kills him when I don’t give him the satisfaction. Sadly this made him even harsher with me, but who gives a fuck?
He strips me of my sanity and pride every single day. I deserve some payback even if the said payback pains only me in the end.
“Should I hurt him?”
Estella shakes her head and steps several feet away until her back hits the wall. Her eyes fill with so much regret, and she trembles.
All my protective instincts rise up, ready to do anything to save her as Wayne is unpredictable for the first time.
He laughs as the logs crackle in the fireplace. “I bet it would make you cry.” He slides the knife from side to side and then throws me on the floor, where I cough violently, gulping for breath.
She rushes to me, hugging me close. Pressing her to my side, I sit a bit in front, blocking her away from Wayne’s view. “You always cry, though, so it’s boring.” He flips the knife between his fingers again, sending a sadistic grin Estella’s way as his eyes focus on her.
I tense, predicting in advance what he says next, although I should have expected that, right? It was just a matter of time with this demon. “I would far more enjoy hurting you.” He looks at me when Estella gasps in shock.
The fucking piece of shit would hurt his own daughter if it ensures my hurt. She doesn’t exist for him outside of me.
His one method of manipulation as she’s a weapon in his hands he uses whenever he seeks to destroy me, but that’s fine.
I can’t lose my little sister. She’s proof that I still have a soul.
I’d prefer to die protecting her than submit to this bastard and show him my tears. Florian vowed to take care of Estella should anything happen to me.
A vow he hated to make but he did nevertheless.
“Come here, Estella.” Wayne extends his hand to her, but she ignores it. Did the idiot think she’d listen to him? She might be their child, but they have never been parents to her.
My words come above anyone else’s.
She burrows deeper into me, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.
His eyes narrow, and an angry snarl curls his lip when he repeats, “Come here, Estella.”
Since she stays glued to my side, he curses under his breath and then steps toward her, ready to tear her away from me.
A scream escapes her when I lunge at him and shove him so hard, he loses his balance and tumbles to the floor.
The knife falls from his grip.
I grab my little sister’s shoulder, my fingers digging into her skin and bruising her in the process as I drag her toward the door, open it wide, and push her outside.
She screams, “No!” But I already shut it in her face as Antonio runs to her. The lock clicks, and I slip the key underneath the door. My order rings in the air. “Don’t enter, Antonio, until I stop screaming.” I know he will follow my commands because if there is one thing everyone has in common in this fucking house?
Staying deaf and helpless when it comes to my pain.
