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This story ends on a cliffhanger.
Oh kms
It’s over. It’s been over for two years. He’s wrong. If it was over, then what the hell has this entire trip been? The sex. The kiss. The need to hold me. We aren’t done.
I knew that version of Kade was in love with me. I could see it in his eyes. I’m not sure I’ll ever see that side of him again.
remember how excited me and Kade were when we found out we were having a girl. We’d impatiently waited until the sixteen-week mark and paid for our own ultrasound instead of waiting the extra four weeks. It stayed a secret until I figured out a plan to escape Chris without risking Kade’s life. I used the excuse of not wanting Luciella to know yet. I took it easy with dancing and told my friends I’d torn my rotator cuff, so I couldn’t do rigorous exercises; that I couldn’t drink on nights out because I was on certain meds, and they bought into the lie. So many lies. I had the faintest swelling
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Freckles: Yep. I can hear Ewan snoring from away over here! I would’ve suffocated him with a pillow by now if I was your mother. Wait. Is that Ewan or Aria?
I know that takes a lot for him, and sometimes, when Mum needs space from dealing with his bad days, my dad ends up in solitary confinement for being an enraged psycho.
One thing I will say, and fuck if my parents ever found out, but I never want them back together. They’re truly toxic. Plain and simple. She’s married, and I honestly think I’d go with Ewan if they split up.
“What are you going to do when I go to Hawaii with my family in January?” “Burn your passport before you can leave.”
She’s like my own sunrise. Beautiful. Perfect. She fills a part of me that’s been empty and dark for as long as I can remember.
I’m the son of Tobias Mitchell, for fuck’s sake. I’m not a fucking toy – but in order to protect those I love, I need to pretend to be one. A pet. A killer. A warm body that she sells off, even though she has more money than fucking sense.
Death would be better. But me dying risks everyone else. If I’m dead, how the fuck will I keep her off Stacey’s tail?
“One of these days, I hope whatever you drug me with kills me. Then I’ll be free of you.”
He’s going to kill me, and no one will ever know. Part of me hopes he does. The only reason I need to survive is to make sure Kade gets help. And if that’s the only reason, maybe I’m already dead.
Forever forcing. It’s what he’s been doing to me since I was young. Since I was a child.
I’m trapped. I’m trapped with a brother who wants to hurt me.
He radios to someone, and I can’t quite catch what’s being said. Something about false reporting and drugs and to contact someone.
Are you fucking kidding..
“No body, no crime.
TAYLOR SWIFT
Despite physically being okay, I’m contemplating not being here anymore. I’ve thought about dying once. Once. I stood at a bridge, wondering if I’d die on the way down to the cold water below. It’s usually a lie when they say someone dies on the way down. They had a heart attack, so they didn’t feel pain – it’s more of a comfort to the loved ones than anything else. But that’s not always the case. When someone jumps, they hit the water with such a force that it’s just like hitting solid ground. They break their bones, shatter their skull, turn the water red with their blood, and if they’re
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“Are you okay?” she asks, giving me a warm smile. “Really, are you okay?” No. I’m slowly dying inside, and I think my soul is shrinking into a black box that’s locked away in a deep closet, and only Christopher has the key. “Yeah. I’m just tired.”
If I’m lucky, he’ll make me overdose.
This isn’t a moment to be mega proud of Stacey, considering she’s caked in blood and heading for a breakdown, staring at me with wide eyes, but I fucking am proud. She fought.
“I think we’re becoming friends, Tobias.”
“The world would need to hide if we ever had children. They’d undeniably be heathens.” She tuts, shaking her head, then shifts up to kiss me. “Our little heathens.”
She claims to have softened me, but that’s impossible – I’m always hard.
I’m the best friend ever, aren’t I? All I can ever do is lie and keep secrets. Maybe I should disappear.
“Don’t do anything I wou—” “Yeah, yeah,” Lu interrupts. “Don’t do anything you wouldn’t do. Do you forget we’ve read the articles? Does that mean I can have babies with a psychopath, stab someone eighteen times and sleep with someone I work with?”
Kade: Run and hide. Unless you want everyone to witness me fucking you? Having an audience won’t stop me – I’ll take you in front of the entire party.
“I don’t want you. I don’t want to talk to you or to be near you.” Base clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “If you meant that, then you’d actually block me and not message me back. If you really wanted me to stay away from you, you’d stop phoning me when you have a fucking bad day or having me fly all the way to fucking America to sleep in your bed. Do you know how much of a head fuck that is for me? I want you. I wanted you when we kissed during dares. I wanted you when we kissed months later. Cuddling in bed. FaceTiming while we both fell asleep. And I wanted you the night we spent with
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I might as well be fucking a younger Tobias Mitchell. I shall never repeat that thought.
I have the DNA of Tobias. Therefore, I am capable of destroying Stacey.
“He’s an old man.” She glares at me. “No he isn’t. He’s in his forties. And fifty per cent of the world’s population would fuck your dad.”
“Maybe. It’s the villains that are the sexiest after all. Who wouldn’t want a bad boy?” “He’s a psychopath who murdered people.” Her cheeks turn a bright shade of red as she smiles. “Even better.”
“You cheated on me a month after we lost our daughter. Not with just anyone either. You screwed Jason. My big brother. No matter how many times we fuck, I will never ever fucking forgive you.” And then I walk out and slam the door.
“I love you, Kade. I don’t think I’ll ever not love you.” “Think?” I snort, my eyes closing. “You’re stuck with me, because I know I could never not love you.”
My brain goes cold just as the footage skips one last time – to Stacey standing on the Erskine Bridge with tears pouring down her face, wearing what she had on when I told her to get the fuck out of my life. My brother is trying to get her down. Stacey was suicidal for something that wasn’t her fault.
“You’re nothing. You’re fucking dead to me.”
“Please, baby. Please don’t go. I love you.” “And did you love me while you were fucking a teenager last night? You’re thirty years old, Jason. Fucking act like it.”
I don’t remember being in the medicine cupboard, or grabbing the numerous bottles stored within it. I want to stop – it’s like I’m being controlled by someone else. They want me dead. They want me gone. They want to eliminate the middleman. Everyone wants me dead. I guzzle every last pill then toss aside all the bottles – the glass of water smashing on the kitchen floor. It’s like a demon is sitting on my chest, telling me to go to the boat, to lie on it and watch the moon and the stars. It rocks beneath me. The stars aren’t visible with the clouds. The moon hides behind trees. This really
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I want to breathe. I need to breathe. I can’t fucking die.
If I die, at least I’ll get to be with my angel.
I think this is it.
My phone starts ringing as I hit a long, narrow stretch of road with no lights, closed in by tall trees. I swear to myself and bend down to get it, but as I lift it to see it’s Bernie, my wheel hits the kerb, my body jolts and I’m swerving the entire car to the side before it starts rolling. Each time it hits the ground, glass shatters, my head bouncing off the frame, and my airbag explodes to protect me. I must flip about six times before colliding with a tree, and I’m not sure if I pass out, or if time just stops, but I’m upside down, blood rushing to my head, ears ringing painfully. I
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No. I need to keep moving. I roll onto my back, hold my breath and lurch to my feet – only to fall again. So I crawl. I’ll crawl the entire fucking way to Stacey if I need to.
“Hey, Freckles.” I bite my lip and screw my face up as my ribs burn, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for not knowing what you went through or giving you a chance to explain what happened. I should have heard you out. I should have stayed. But you need to listen.” I wince and pull the phone away, so she can’t hear my groan of pain. “They know who you are, and what we were. They’re going to come for you. Please. Please, baby, you need to run. Run, and don’t you dare turn back. Get away from all of them. You… you hear m-me?” My eyes close, and my phone
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“I did some digging and was able to lift some messages between you both – and her nickname. Freckles?” He laughs, and blood drops from my mouth as I attempt to move, to get up and snap his neck. “I’ll carve each freckle out of her skin.”
“If you thought we had fun before, you’re in for a ride from now on.”
“Your friend tried to intervene – did you know that? It backfired. We have Sebastian Prince.”
NO BASEEEEEE
All I can think about is Stacey, and how much I need to survive to get her out of this. Wherever she’s gone, she needs to stay hidden. And I need my dad.
“You’ll beg for death, but you aren’t allowed to die, my sweet boy. I’m not done with you yet.”
THE FINAL FLASHBACK
THE FINAL ONE??
