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in the asses with something rough and sand-papery like I have. I am better for it. I am the best version of myself.” Even I couldn’t muster up enough conviction to make these statements sound true. My confidence had flew out the window from the start of this conversation. A small part of me wanted to believe I could turn back the hands of time and go back to the way I used to be. The girl that never hurt anyone. If I really think about it, there were moments when I was happy then, too. But I couldn’t just forget and I would never be forgiven. My judgment day will come and I know I’ll burn when the trial takes place. I walk a step closer and aim the gun at Breccan’s heart.
“I’ll take your pain away, too. You shouldn’t want me… I ’m no good for you or anyone else.” Before I have a chance to do anything, he throws his hand up like a stop sign.
“Wait! Just hear me out…I know where Jaxon is.” My heart drops into my feet. How does he know his name?
“Jaxon is dead! Don’t you ever fucking bring up his name again!” I shout. Pain floods my entire being and tears begin to come down unceremoniously, soaking my face.
“He’s not dead, Victoria. I can take you to him. He’s alive! I promise you, he’s alive.” There’s no fucking way. He can’t be. He died along with my parents. There was a baby casket at the funeral. He was buried right next to them. The hospital told me his carseat came unlatched and he flew through the window. They told me all about the car accident in great detail, no holds barred. You’d think that would fuck up a child, but they didn’t care. I wasn’t going home with them at the end of the day. I shak e my head furiously from left to right and humming loudly to myself. I can’t listen to him. He’s trying to get inside my head. He’s trying to detour what I have to do.
“Stop! It’s the truth! Jaxon is eight years old now, he just had a birthday! He lives with a family in Michigan. I can take you to him. You have to trust me.” His words are eating their way into my brain. I want to believe him. I’m so fucking sick that I want to believe what he’s saying is true with every ounce of my being.
“And why in the hell should I believe you?” I snarl. Why I am even kind of considering this to be a reality is beyond me.
“Because you have no other choice but to believe me. I’m the only one that knows how to find him. I have all of the sealed records. So shoot me or don’t. We don’t have all day.” Pretty fucking confident for someone walking on the tight rope of life and death.
Chapter Ten
The Night Before the last: Breccan POV
She’s going to leave. She’s going to run far, fast, and never look back when I tell her the truth. I’m not sure how much she actually knows. Sometimes she looks at me with recognition on her face and other times she treats me like one of her regular unknown fuck buddies. Actually, I take that back, she doesn’t have fuck buddies. It generally only lasts one night. I know the truth and I know what she’s capable of. I know both sides of her, though, which is what gives me this damn problem. I love her. I’ve loved her since I first saw her stand up to my Father like I’d never been able to. I was unable to protect my mother from him and the other foster kids he abused. He never abused me. At least not in the same way he did her. He stole her innocence away. An already beaten down girl, that had nothing left in the world but unending trust. He fucking stole it. So I killed him.
I made it look like an accident and my mother corroborated my story. The house caught fire when he was drunk, smoking, and fell asleep in his chair. We barely escaped by the skin of our teeth. It wasn’t unbelievable. Everyone knew all he did was drink. They knew nothing of the abuse, though. My mother hid her bruises. The foster kids thought they deserved it and never said anything. The only one that ever
“I’ll take your pain away, too. You shouldn’t want me… I ’m no good for you or anyone else.” Before I have a chance to do anything, he throws his hand up like a stop sign.
“Wait! Just hear me out…I know where Jaxon is.” My heart drops into my feet. How does he know his name?
“Jaxon is dead! Don’t you ever fucking bring up his name again!” I shout. Pain floods my entire being and tears begin to come down unceremoniously, soaking my face.
“He’s not dead, Victoria. I can take you to him. He’s alive! I promise you, he’s alive.” There’s no fucking way. He can’t be. He died along with my parents. There was a baby casket at the funeral. He was buried right next to them. The hospital told me his carseat came unlatched and he flew through the window. They told me all about the car accident in great detail, no holds barred. You’d think that would fuck up a child, but they didn’t care. I wasn’t going home with them at the end of the day. I shak e my head furiously from left to right and humming loudly to myself. I can’t listen to him. He’s trying to get inside my head. He’s trying to detour what I have to do.
“Stop! It’s the truth! Jaxon is eight years old now, he just had a birthday! He lives with a family in Michigan. I can take you to him. You have to trust me.” His words are eating their way into my brain. I want to believe him. I’m so fucking sick that I want to believe what he’s saying is true with every ounce of my being.
“And why in the hell should I believe you?” I snarl. Why I am even kind of considering this to be a reality is beyond me.
“Because you have no other choice but to believe me. I’m the only one that knows how to find him. I have all of the sealed records. So shoot me or don’t. We don’t have all day.” Pretty fucking confident for someone walking on the tight rope of life and death.
Chapter Ten
The Night Before the last: Breccan POV
She’s going to leave. She’s going to run far, fast, and never look back when I tell her the truth. I’m not sure how much she actually knows. Sometimes she looks at me with recognition on her face and other times she treats me like one of her regular unknown fuck buddies. Actually, I take that back, she doesn’t have fuck buddies. It generally only lasts one night. I know the truth and I know what she’s capable of. I know both sides of her, though, which is what gives me this damn problem. I love her. I’ve loved her since I first saw her stand up to my Father like I’d never been able to. I was unable to protect my mother from him and the other foster kids he abused. He never abused me. At least not in the same way he did her. He stole her innocence away. An already beaten down girl, that had nothing left in the world but unending trust. He fucking stole it. So I killed him.
I made it look like an accident and my mother corroborated my story. The house caught fire when he was drunk, smoking, and fell asleep in his chair. We barely escaped by the skin of our teeth. It wasn’t unbelievable. Everyone knew all he did was drink. They knew nothing of the abuse, though. My mother hid her bruises. The foster kids thought they deserved it and never said anything. The only one that ever
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