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“Really?” My father actually sounds intrigued. He would be, considering he has yet to meet his daughter in person.
“Yes,” I hum. “She’s resilient, quite stubborn, and resourceful.” She’s him in such a disturbing way.
In a way that makes me want to hate her.
Even if I never could.
“Well, it sounds like we will be getting along very nicely then.”
Not if I have anything to fucking do with it. You won't be seeing her. Ever.
“I have to check in on Mrs. Demure’s pending trial this evening, it keeps getting extended which is concerning, but I’m excited to be coming home tomorrow evening. I’ve missed my home. My son,” my father continues dryly.
Two things slam through my mind: my father’s taken a suspicious interest in Violet’s mother’s concerning trial, and...
“Tomorrow evening?” Again, there’s a hammering in my heart, a throbbing inside my head. I’m seeing red.
Red like the color of blood. Dark crimson dripping from the knife that I used during a failed stabbing attempt. In the end I had used my hands. Choked the air right out of him.
I wished it had been me.
It had been so close to being the other way around. As fate would have it though I was the twin that was adopted by the man who used murder to solve his problems. I was the twin who betrayed our bond when I stared down at my own face, my brother’s face, his eyes open and unblinking.
My hands bled from the deep lines my brother had drawn in my skin with his fingernails as I had refused him oxygen. A sin I committed now scarred against my body forever. The tattoos along my wrist would be forever scarred by him. I was still often reminded of my crime when I glimpse white scars here and there.
“I adopted you, Knox. If I wanted two fuck ups, I would have bought two. I don’t want to hear about that boy threatening to take your place again. Take care of the problem, or I’ll take care of both of you.” Those were the words that sent me into motion. I knew my father was a killer and if I had to choose between my brother and myself, well, clearly, I’m choosing myself.
And that’s exactly what I did.
I’m not a noble man. I wouldn't particularly consider myself loyal or even trustworthy. I’m a survivor. I’ll cheat, steal, and kill to preserve my own life.
There was a point in time I enjoyed Dee’s presence, like she was the innocence I was somehow missing in my life. Then it changed. What did I see that drew me to her? What was it that made me want to take care of her, protect her?
To want her.
“I’ll be home tomorrow evening and I hope you and Violet will have a nice sit down dinner with me. Now, I must get off the phone, I’m getting on the jet. Talk to you later, son.”
Then there was nothing. Just the phone held to my ear, the distant sound of a ring tone, and the undeniable panic that sent me bolting down the stairs.
Seventeen
Reed
The favor Knox asks of me isn’t hard to do. I’ve done it several times over the summer anyway. “Do what you need to do, but make Violett miserable enough to want to leave. Tonight!” Knox had looked distant, his eyes never making contact with mine. Honestly, I wasn’t about to argue. It’s been a minute since I’ve hooked up with anyone.
My hands struggle to find the doorknob behind me. Everything I touch is smooth wood until finally I find the cool brass handle.
Black hair is tangling in my other hand as I guide the girl’s mouth to mine. I didn’t get her name, though I should know it, I recognize her from fourth period. She’s surprisingly tall, dark hair in curls that fall down over her shoulders, and beautiful bronze skin. Sunkissed.
My first thought when I saw her walking home was how she was utterly different from Dee. In every single way. I just want anything that could take me away from the tempting thoughts of her porcelain skin and icy blonde hair. Every time I see someone with green eyes, I have the thought that no one’s are as deep as Dee’s.
So this stranger with her dark brown eyes, the same muddy color as dirt, footballs, fucking dog shit, they’re perfect.
Completely fucking perfect.
Our weight combines against the door, flinging it open with a bang as we stumble in together. Her long limbs are wrapping around me to keep her upright. I ignore the small gasp that comes from my roommate.
I love that fucking sound. My cock’s hard the moment I hear it.
