My Turn

by Madilyn DeRose

“You’re right. If I did what was best for you, I would’ve ripped you from his arms a decade ago, but what good would it have done? You can’t even fucking look at me without seeing him. You’ll always cast me in his shadow and because of his endless disappointments, I don’t even get the chance to claw my way out.”

His death should’ve made things easier. It was supposed to. If I’d known there were going to be so many hiccups, I would’ve confronted him about it again before I carried out my plan with the fire.

After this, maybe I’d stick a fucking tracker under her skin. I probably should’ve done it ages ago. Live and learn, I guess.

Operation Kill Jake 2.0. His very existence needed to be erased so that I could live my happily ever after with Alana, which meant I was going to be doing things I’d never done.

“Open,” he demanded. I shook my head and he tightened his grip, making my scalp burn. “You didn’t choose, so you get both.” Reluctantly, I parted my lips, expecting him to start fucking my mouth. The first thing I became acutely aware of was something hot. For a second, I thought he was cumming again, but it kept going. The taste registered next. It was slightly salty with a bitter tone to it. I tried to dislodge from his grip, but he held on tightly. He squeezed my jaw to keep my mouth open as he continued to piss into it. I choked on it, spewing some of it back out. When he was finished, he held my mouth shut.

Bitch I mean my LITERAL jaw just hit the floor. TWHATTTTT 😳 didn’t see that coming (pun intended)

The sweet potatoes would be ready for Thanksgiving and I found that fitting. When we talked about what we were thankful for, I might say something about Jake still being with us, watching over us. Sustaining us.

BITCH WHAT.

When I laughed, he looked a little less horrified by my situation. I was surprised the guy hadn’t run off yet. Not only had Jayce punched him at the party, but I then proceeded to run out in the middle of our date, and I’d since sort of friend zoned him.

OMFG HE IS ALICIAS DAD ISNT HE. MOTHER FUCKER.

“I thought you were going to have milk.” “Didn’t want to ruin my appetite. Are you ready?”

This sick motherfucker. I like it. Picasso 😂

I came to the side of the bed and crouched. She still had the knife, which could be a problem, but we could consider this a trust exercise.

I love him 😂

It wasn’t just Alana I’d kill for. I was fiercely protective of my entire family. There were tiers, though, which was why Jake ended up in this vessel before Preston. She came above everybody and that would never change.

Shifting my arm, I jerked it quickly to the side. His body went limp immediately. I dragged him over to the bed and hoisted him into it, then cocked my head as I stared at him. Okay, maybe things had gone downhill a bit.

Holy fucking shit. Unhinged much 😭😂

Wasn’t that insane? She saw this damned neon mask and she fucking smiled. She chose to sleep around Erebus, to trust him while she was most vulnerable. It felt like I was being cheated on. Was I fucking jealous of myself?

😂

First, I had to fix this Ben situation. Since Alicia was coming over on Wednesday, I really needed to get the body out of my house. Kids were curious creatures and she might go wandering when I wasn’t looking. Knowing her, she’d love to explore the basement.

Yeah well so does Alana, mother fucker so you better get back home before she finds her fucking brother in your basement.

Jayce had killed. I knew that, sure, but then I saw him… He was in some freaky coffin and he’d been covered in plant material. I wanted to ask, but I also didn’t want to know.

Too late my dude.

It was selfish for people to claim that you should survive for the sake of others. If someone wanted to die, they should be allowed to do that without being made to feel guilty.

Agreed my dude. Live fast die pretty.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m getting you out of here.”

Fuck I love him.

She flashed me a smile before she took off. It looked like I’d be imparting all of my knowledge to her. Well, not the murder part. One day, she could do this to me. It was an oddly comforting thought. Rather than being put in the ground and going to waste, I’d become like Alana. Maybe Alicia would make wine out of us both and set us together on a shelf. I liked that idea.

If this is the cutest fucking Addams family shit I’ve ever read. I love it.