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other things on his mind. He drove up to the
ornate gate of his home and punched in the code. The gates swung open to
welcome him back, swallowing him. He screeched his tires through the circular
driveway. He ran past James and up the stairs to his room. He wanted to scream,
cry, throw something, or hit someone. It was as if a true rage was triggering
the beast inside, a beast he feared to bring out.
    Daisy...was...raped...by...Dane.
    He stormed into
his room and slammed the door, vibrating the whole house.
    He wanted to
pack her up and get the hell out of town for good, but he couldn’t let Dane get
away with it that easy. Now it was his turn to be sick. He ran to his joining
bathroom and emptied his stomach, the soup and sandwich he barely had swallowed
at lunch.
    He raked his
fingers through his hair. She had no idea it was her own cousin, and at the
hands of her own father! But his father had said burglary, so this was a little
secret of Dane’s. Dane knew she was supposed to be a virgin.
    Then the thought
hit him like a sledgehammer. If Jack discovered Daisy was spoiled, he would
have her killed instantly.
    That’s what had
happened to his sister, Lara. She had had premarital sex with her boyfriend
before William sacrificed her to Jack, and when Jack realized she wasn’t a
virgin, he had her burned at the stake like a true witch.
    Oh, Jesus.
    He stared at
the picture sitting on his nightstand next to his bed. His mother’s beautiful
smile stared back at him in her happier days. He sat on his bed and picked up
the picture. “What do I do, Mom? Tell me. I’m lost.”
    A searing pain
ripped through his body. He walked to his dresser and looked in the mirror. A
darkness clouded his eyes. “No,” he said to his reflection. “You’re Christian,
no one else. You have love in your heart. You’re good,” he stated through
clenched teeth.
    His arm flew
across the dresser in a fury, knocking all the items off, and growled in a
voice not his own. “You hate this world, Christian. You only want the money and
riches. You want all the sex you can get. Call Charlotte,” he demanded of
himself. “She’ll satisfy you!”
    “No! I want
Daisy, only Daisy,” he cried, ripping his hands through his hair.
    The beast
continued. “Daisy’s too sweet, too nice! You want danger. You like it rough.
Admit it! Remember the last time? Remember when you bent Charlotte over
backwards until she screamed?”
    “Stop!" He
ran to the bathroom and vomited once more, more bile and dry heaves this time.
    “Please,
God...help me,” he cried in a cracked voice. He grabbed his phone and opened to
a picture of Daisy.
     
    ***
     
    The doorbell
chimed and then a knock on his bedroom door. He cleaned up the mess he had just
made and strode to open it.
    “Hello,
Christian. I miss you bad. Don’t you miss me?" Charlotte asked, closing
the door behind her, with a gleam in her eye and a grin to match.
    His jaw
tightened. “Get out. I told you it was over and I meant it." He walked to
the door and opened it for her.
    “You did? Hmm,
I don’t remember that, Chris. All I remember is you screwing me one day and the
next I’m meeting this Daisy." She let the long trench coat she was wearing
drop to the floor, revealing nothing underneath, her long dark hair draping
over her full breasts.
    “No. I said get
out!”
    She laughed and
walked behind him, running her hand down to his crotch. “There’s no way you’re
getting any from Miss Virgin. I mean, she is supposed to be a virgin, right?
That’s what Jack wants,” she purred in his ear.
    He shoved her
away and she fell on his bed, giggling at his reaction.
    “I love it when
you’re rough. I want more of that power burning in you, Christian. I want it to
mix with my blood, poison me, make me bad like you,” she said, caressing her
body.
    He scoffed.
“You’re already that. You don’t need me to help. And I’m not bad. That’s not
the real me. Now leave.”
    “Oh, but it is,
honey.