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He glances away, like he can’t bear the sight of me. “The blood that runs through my veins is sick. The boys, our fathers, our entire bloodline is tainted with evil. My mother knew this, tried to escape it. What did my dad do? He killed her. He and his best friends tore her body apart piece by piece and buried her in myfucking backyard!” he roars, his voice echoing off the walls. I jump back, my heart hammering in my chest as I stare at him.
“How do you know all this?”
He laughs, and it feels sick. Distorted. “I learned everything about this town, my history, my father’s history. Whatever lived inside me gave me each page in the history of Castle Pointe. There is nothing I don’t know. They preyed on the weak, Vera. Don’t you see fucking history repeating itself? My father and his friends, they prey on the weak. Me and my friends—cousins—we fucking prey on the weak.”
He shakes his head in disgust. “I’m a carbon copy of my dad’s filthy blood. We’re all replicas of their toxic genes. Get the fuck out of here, Vera. Get out of here before I fill you with the same toxic air my father filled my mother with.”
My heart pounds in my chest. I am speechless. I have no idea what to even say.
Malik is a descendant of the witch who put the curse on this entire town? What the hell?
I can barely breathe, my throat closing up more by the second. My hand lifts, my fingers wrapping around my neck as I gasp for air. I want him. Even now, I want him. But I’m also terrified of him. Of the things he’s capable of. “I don’t… Malik…”
"Leave, Vera. I don't fucking want you here. This is my house now, and you aren't welcome in it any longer. Get your fucking mother and get out of here." He stomps to his nightstand, swiping his keys from the dark wood. "I'll be back in a few days, and I want you gone. Take your shit and go." He walks out, giving me a large berth.
My entire body screams. Hollers. Begs.
"Malik! Wait!" I step toward him, and he freezes in the doorway. I melt, hopeful that he'll turn around.
But he doesn't.
He grabs the knob, slamming the door shut. With him in the hallway, and me in his bedroom.
His footsteps pound down the hallway, and I faintly hear the front door slam. A moment later, his headlights fly down the driveway and onto the street.
And he's gone.
38
VERA
Malik was right.
We had to leave.
Telling my mom Malik ordered us to leave was downright painful. Helping her pack up her things that she hoped she could share with Samuel broke my already damaged heart. She could barely do it; she could barely function through the motions of taping boxes and shoving her clothes inside. It was horrible, absolute agony.
My mom fought it at first. She called a local lawyer and came to find out that Samuel never had time to change his trust. Everything in his estate was rolled over to Malik.
My mom owns nothing of Samuel's. It was excruciating to watch her heart break all over again. It doesn't matter that they were married for such a short time, what they had was real, I realize. My mom really cared for him. They connected on the loss of their loved ones and found a unique bond. With each other. I didn't spend enough time with them to even notice.
I didn’t have it in me to tell her how corrupt and evil Samuel really was. I think it’d shatter her completely.
She did end up taking some things. Small belongings that Malik would never even notice were missing. Things they bought together or items she bought for him, or he bought for her. Those went into the brown boxes and are now stuffed into the back of a truck.
Back to square one.
I've been holding my breath all day, worrying that we'll never make it to the border. That we'll be stuck here forever, and what Malik said was wrong. But as the back door of the truck closes and latches, we hop into my mom's car and make our way out of town.
I haven't seen Malik. Not once. After he walked out of his house, leaving me in his room that smelt so much like him I wanted to cry, he's been absent. Avoiding me. I've tried texting him. I've even gone out, looking for him. I went to the small, run-down shack, walking through a light drizzle and heavy fog. Freezing by the time I got there, I was so hopeful he'd be inside, drunk or high or even passed out on the couch with Thea. I didn't care. I just wanted to see him.
He wasn't there.
All my messages to his friends have been ignored. The littleSeenmessage pops up, so I know they're receiving them, but they don't respond. Not once.
I've texted my friends, but they refuse to get into it. They're glad everything that happened is over, and they all just want to forget about it and go back to normal. They want to hang out with me and show me how life should be in Castle Pointe.
They want me to stay.
