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“I will, silly,” I replied, releasing his hand so that I could give him a hug. “I’ll keep you safe, Gerard.”
It couldn’t hurt when I was Gibsie, because Gibsie was my armor, and humor was my sword.
It hurt to be around Lizzie, to be the sole soundboard for her pain. It took everything I had inside of me to not scream and retaliate with a ferocity that would silence her forever.
“Despite my best efforts, I’ve grown regrettably attached to you.” Smirking, he added, “And all of your sixteen other personalities.”
Shannon had been born to be a Kavanagh.
The minute Mark landed on Lizzie, she started to scream, and it was the worst, scariest, most feral noise I’d ever heard.
“I’m seventeen now,” I bit out. “But I was seven when you raped me.”
“I was seven years old when you first raped me!” I said louder, refusing to be silenced a second longer by my fear of this man. “I was eleven years old when you finally stopped!” Blowing out a ragged breath, I glared at the monster standing in front of me with tears pouring down my cheeks and strangled out, “You took four years of my childhood from me, and I’ve been living in a prison in my mind every damn day of my life since. So, if you don’t want to risk spending the next seventeen years of your life behind bars, you’ll get on a plane and never come back!”
“He raped my boyfriend!”
“Shit,” Joey said quietly, sharp as a razor as he clicked onto the truth before the rest of the group. Blowing out a shaky breath, he held his head with both hands. “Fuck.”
“Well, I’m still in both of your corners,” Shannon replied sadly. “I love you both and I won’t pick.”