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I pull out my phone, sending Easton a text.

I’m going to need more than a couple hours. Make that five.

Pocketing my phone, I look at my father one last time.

“I hope I make you proud today, Dad. Because this is the last day you’ll be taking a breath.”

* * *

There'sa knock at the door as I stare at the mess in front of me. When the door opens, Easton pokes his head around the corner and gives me a look. “Shit.”

I say nothing. I needed today. It was a healthy dose of therapy and a shit load of redemption. I can finally breathe. For the first day in my life, I can breathe without thinking this man will be degrading me over my shoulder.

“Ready?” He asks, opening the door wide enough for me to get out.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” With one last glance, I look at what was once my father. Now there lies a body, ripped to shreds in what has to be the most brutal way.

I tore his body apart, literally. Appendage by appendage, limb by limb. It took a while because of how weak I am, but I did it. His last breath was as I tore his spine out of his back. He died paralyzed just as he left me. His spine lay severed in a pool of blood on the ground.

“I have to say, I knew it was going to be brutal, but I didn’t expect this…” He shakes his head and puffs a laugh. “Not when you’re like that.”

I look down, seeing my black pants soaked in red. From my thighs to my ruined shoes, my entire being has been painted in red. My bare arms have gone from pale to blood splattered. I can only imagine what my face looks like.

“I guess I can fuck people up just as much when I’m a cripple.” I lift a brow, and he gestures towards the exit.

“Let’s get out of here. I’ll send the crew down to clean this shit up.”

I nod, gliding out of the room. Before it shuts behind me, I glance over my shoulder, “See you in hell, Dad.”

Then I close the door, locking him and my bad memories away in that room.

For good.

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