Little Liar (The Web of Silence Duet, #2)

by Leigh Rivers

Malachi, I’m sorry I can’t be there for you anymore, son. I hope you can one day forgive me for leaving. You see, Daddy’s head isn’t a nice place, and he’s not good for you and your mother. I tried so hard, but you both deserve better. I wish I could choose you and fight the poison in my brain, but I can’t. I’ll see you again one day, but hopefully not anytime soon. Your new eight-legged friend will protect you, just like I know you’ll protect him. I suggest the name Rex or Spikey. Don’t be afraid of him. After all, you’re an arachnophile, just like me. Love, Daddy.

Rex is my only friend now. He’s silent. So am I. Mommy hates that I don’t talk to her anymore, but I like keeping things to myself. Everything I say always results in a slap across my face or her yelling at me. He’s the only one who talks to me now without using words. My best friend. My protector. My hero until Daddy comes home.

When I turn eight, I don’t get any birthday cards or a cake like the other kids in the orphanage—I sit under the bed with a drawing of my spider and imagine a crowd of people singing happy birthday to me, and we blow out candles that I draw. I close my eyes and make a wish. I wish someone would choose me.

Without thinking, because I want her to like me too, I lift my hands and sign, Please don’t be afraid of me.

She won’t be taken from me. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll be good. I’ll do as I’m told. I’ll be the kid they obviously needed to complete their family. Olivia. My new little sister. I couldn’t protect my mom or Rex, but I think I could protect her. I will protect her. Because she’s mine.

There’s a boundary that society created, stopping me from falling in love with my sister, and I want to tear that boundary to fucking shreds and keep her. I’ll set fire to it and everyone who stands in my way. I love Olivia, but I’m not sure it’s the same way I grew up loving her anymore. It’s stronger, violent, and I have a feeling if she ordered me to get on my knees and kiss her fucking feet, I’d do it. Anything she asked, I’d do. Fuck. I’m so screwed.

I’m imagining him in a body bag. Bloodied. Ripped to shreds. Diced and minced and pulverized. No longer in existence. No one will ever be good enough for Olivia.

Fuck. I just said that. I can’t take my thoughts back now—I want my sister, and I want her badly.

He told me that if I vocally begged, he wouldn’t try to fuck my sister and record it, so I fucked his head off the bench and gave him a black eye.

Lmaoooo

The more I look at her, the more I realize how doomed I am. I’ve never had any luck—but she’s the rainbow I’ll fucking chase to win something more important than my own life.

She’s perfection. She’s mine. Or will be.

I might hurt her if I do it, and I don’t want to. I’m not like that. I’m not a bad person. I can be good. I can be good. I can. But you’re not good, the voice in my head says. You’re weird and dead inside, so use that as an excuse to steal her from the family robbing you of your happiness.

They raised me, but they don’t love me.

She slaps my arm after I shake my head, and I grit my teeth, wanting her to hit me harder. Slap my face. Spit on me. Fucking pull my hair and call me the best big brother ever.

I’m not a good guy—I don’t keep my promises, and I lie. I lie every single day.

They can dope me up with meds, force me into an institution, try to cleanse me of my fucking sins. I’ll still be living and breathing for my sister, waiting for her to choose me.

My cock shouldn’t be hard. Nothing has happened, yet it’s standing at attention, nearly nudging the closet door open.

Lmaoooo

I’m not a good guy—never have been. I’m an asshole, controlling, and I don’t deserve the life I have. I’m certain I should be locked up in a psych ward or something.

Olivia’s face is sweet and relaxed. Beautiful. Stunning. Breathtaking. Anyone would be lucky to call her their wife, mother of their children, the person they get to grow old with.

hope Olivia is aware that everything is now changing. Us. Her life. Mine. Our future. We’re going to be together now.

If I find out he’s looking at my girl, I’ll fry his eyeballs and make him eat them with ketchup.

If my brother knew that his best friend died the same night he was arrested, while speeding to the manor to make sure Malachi was okay, it would be the final straw.

I watch the flames engulf the corner of the letter, spreading to the edges and eating all the words I’ll never speak of. Malachi will never know about my feelings. He’ll never receive the apology he deserves, and he’ll never feel any sort of hope for us. He can’t.

WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU! YOU SHOULDVE SENT THE FUCKING LETTER

I want to devour her fucking soul. If she asked me to, I’d do it. Whatever it means.

fuck her so hard, her head would end up buried in the forest floor. Even if she screams for me to stop, I won’t until she’s passed out from lack of oxygen.

Oh my gosh

She kisses me, her hands on my face, pulling me closer as she sucks on my bottom lip. “Get out of your head,” she whispers. “I love you.”

Kickin my feettttt

Her bottom lip wobbles. “Ask me on a date, take me for dinner, make me feel special, and drop me off at my apartment at the end of the night.” Drop her at her apartment? What the fuck is this? I shake my head. “No.” “Please, Malachi.” Why are you doing this? We’ve been fine. Olivia must be trying to ruin my life.

No cuz wtf!

Besides, I could use their help right now. They know him—they’ll have an idea of how to help with the way he is.

Wow so now youre trying fix him!

“Ask me on a date,” I say, ignoring him, pleading with my eyes. “Wine and dine me and treat me like a princess before dropping me off at my apartment. You can kiss me against the door until we’re breathless.”

I kind of understand :(

Olivia is perfect, in every goddamn way.

Olivia would most likely kick my balls, and I quite like my balls.

Molly’s eyes widen. “Oh my God. You just said her name! Can you say mine? It’s easier than Olivia’s. Moll-ee. It rolls right off the tongue! Are you even listening to me?” I want to die.

Fuck. I could lose her. I refuse to lose her. I can’t. I fucking can’t.

“We need help,” Olivia tells her. “Someone tried to kidnap me.” “Oh. What happened?” Why isn’t she more concerned?

The fuck. Why is she never shocked or concerned

Olivia is about to find out a huge secret I’ve kept from her. That I have bodies buried in the backyard.

Man WHAT? I didn’t think he literally did! I thought it was just a saying

Molly grins. “Okay! I’m going to ask Dad when we’re ordering pizza!” Then she skips out of the room. Ordering pizza? To my damn house? What is this?

Malachi chillll I’m dyingggg. Kids are annoying asf, mind you I have two kids lol

His mouth annoys me, his accent is giving me a headache, and I think if he keeps giving me that goofy look, I might hit him.

Literally how I feel about any guy who tries to talk to me in public lol

My stare turns deadly. He laughs again. “Possessive? Or are you genuinely scared I could steal your brother from you?” Then he grimaces. “Fuck, now you even have me calling him that. Change the damn subject.”

“If she runs, it will detonate. She’ll be dead within half a second.” I pause, my eyes widening as Xander and his father discuss inserting a tracker into my arm.

Nah nah….surely I’m not reading this right

If I feel this pain, even for a few minutes, I can ignore the pain and panic in my heart. Because now, no one can save me.

“This is Tobes. He’s a little evil.” He glares at him. “Don’t test my patience.” “And a little touchy,” Base adds. “He doesn’t like me very much because I’ve made both his daughter and his son come.”

Lmaoooo Base is a fucking clown