Releasing 10 (Boys of Tommen, #6)

by Chloe Walsh

The fact that privileges could be revoked at any time was another cold, hard lesson she was facing.

His decision had caused eruptions at home, and I was glad to be away from the house for a night.

she was forbidden by nature to cross water, trapping her wandering spirit to the town land she died in, and legend has it that, late at night, when the sound of wailing screams fill the darkness, it’s Grainne screaming in the afterlife, as she relives the pain of being burned alive.”

“That is so cool. I’ve always wanted to be a witch.” “Because of Stevie?” Hugh mused, offering me a wolfish smile. “Fleetwood Mac, right?” “Right,” I agreed, still laughing. “I love her witchy vibes.”

“Normally, but not cows.” “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you from the cows, Baby Biggs.” “What about me? I don’t like cows, either.” “I’ll protect you from the cows, too, Gibs.”

He would always have me in his corner, no matter what, but seeing him making his way at school, and making friends for himself, made me so fucking proud.

I didn’t want to die anymore.

“Because I love you, sweetheart,” Sinead replied, giving me a warm smile. “As a matter of fact, this entire family adores you, Lizzie Young, and you won’t be alone in this.” She wiped another tear from my cheek. “Not while there’s a Biggs in this town.”

:((((((((((((((((((((( thats all

The first thing I noted when we pulled up at Old Hall House was a familiar car that shouldn’t have been there.

Ever since Mike realized that Mark had impregnated his teenage daughter and then taken her to England to get an abortion—but

I’d heard Catherine and Mike talking about it. In graphic detail.

“She has him, but you have me.”

It was like I’d told our parents a thousand times: Mark was a fucking bully, and bullies were nothing if not cowards.

“I’ve never bothered ya, but you’re hell-bent on making trouble for me every chance you get.” “I don’t like you,” I replied simply.

Everything about you disgusts me.” Leaning back in my chair, I gave him a harsh appraisal.

“Is that how you do it?” I asked with a low chuckle. “How you get under people’s skin? You target their deceased loved ones?”

She learned it from him

“I’m sure by the time I reach sixth year, you’ll be ready to graduate.”

“You mark my words, Biggs, one day in the future, when you’re all grown-up, I’m going to hunt you down, and I’m going to put a bullet in your head.” “Oh yeah?” Still smiling, I locked eyes on him and warned, “Or maybe, one day in the future, when I’m all grown-up, I’ll hunt you down and put a bullet in yours.”

“I’ll stay home with Caoimhe, and we’ll fly out the next month. On April sixth.”

“She wasn’t that special.” “You’re mental,” he argued, narrowing his eyes. “That woman was pure perfection in the film. Every part of her. Especially her hair.”

“But you can’t beat a redhead with a perky rack.” “Now you’re being mental,”

ramming the coat hanger deep inside of my body. “Relax, okay? I know what I’m doing. I watched a video.”

“Yeah, and I’ll be dead if that belly of yours gets any bigger.” He shoved a pillow over my face. “Scream into that if you have to…”

I was glad of the day off because when I woke up this morning, it was to horrendous stomach and back pain.

“You are my whole world, Lizzie Young, so don’t you dare talk about not being alive.”

“Let’s just go on the holiday and we can talk about it when we get back,” I heard Mark say. “Are you completely mental?” That was Caoimhe. “I’m not going anywhere with you, you fucking pedophile!” “Don’t call me that.” “You raped your stepbrother,” Caoimhe screamed at the top of her lungs. “You’re an adult. Gibsie’s a child. You defiled his body. I saw you with my own eyes. That’s called being a pedophile!”

The monster was real. Mark was the monster.

Yeah babe weve been known

Nodding his head, Gibs squeezed me tighter. “I want my d-dad.” My heart sank. Fuck. “I know you do, Gibs,” I replied, patting his back. “I know, lad. It’s not fair.”

“And you have me, Gibs. You will always have me.” “Brothers f-forever?” he croaked out. “Yeah, Gibs,” I promised. “And then some.”

“Mark’s over at Old Hall House with Lizzie, talking to the Gardaí.”

Lizzie and Caoimhe were in Texas with their parents. Christ, even Mark was in Texas with their family. This was a huge misunderstanding. It had to be.

Why the letter she left for Catherine didn’t sound like her. Why Liz hadn’t reached out to me once in those three weeks. Why all my text messages had gone unanswered.

Not a single word had passed her lips since the night the Gardaí dredged her sister’s lifeless body from the river.

“We’ll get out of here, and when we do, he’ll pay for everything, Liz. I promise.” “I don’t care if he pays,” I sobbed, clinging to her body. “I just want to leave.”

“But if anything happens to me, and he doesn’t let me out of this room—” “Caoimhe, no!” I cried, throwing my arms around her neck. “Don’t say that.” “I have to,” she choked out, holding me tightly. “If anything happens to me, Liz, and I don’t get out, I want you to get this note to Gibsie. Can you do that for me?” Sniffling, she pulled back to look in my eyes. “I want you to tell him everything you told me tonight, and then I want you both to go to the police…”

“It’s her birthday today and she’s not here to celebrate it because of that little prick, so don’t you ever forget who’s truly responsible for her death.”

“She’s dead because of him. Because he got in her head. My brother’s big mouth killed your sister.” “Help her! Please do something!”

He even accused her of holding a knife to his throat.

Well shit she mightve and good for her

Instead of taking care of her like a man is supposed to, you impregnated her and ruined her future!” “I took care of that,” he seethed, looking truly rattled that I knew his dirty little secret. “I looked after my girlfriend.”

I haven’t even turned thirteen yet and I know that. You were supposed to protect her, and you didn’t.”

“What did that little bitch tell you? Because you know she lies, Caoimhe. You can’t believe a word that lunatic says.”

I tried to tell them. To make them all understand. About the monster in my nightmares, the scary lady watching me in the shadows, and my sister’s dead eyes.

But I also couldn’t be held accountable for the actions of others.

Aside from blowing a head gasket when I heard Sadhbh talking about my girlfriend in a less-than-favorable light, I’d lunged for Mark the moment he returned from the Garda station with his father. My momentary slip in sanity cost me a broken nose—courtesy of Mark—and a lifelong ban from number nine—courtesy of his father.

Are you fucking kidding me

After all, Dad had been given a lifelong ban from number nine right along with me.

The excruciating keening sound that came out of a bereaved mother when her child died was hauntingly distinctive and something I hoped like hell I would never have to endure for a third time.

Jesus fucking christ liz is going to miscarry

“Nobody else believes me, Hugh,” she strangled out, blue eyes widening. “But I’m telling the truth, I swear.” “I know you are,” I replied gruffly, hating the tremor in my hand when I smoothed her hair off her face. “And that’s not true, Liz. Your parents believe you, too.”

“Why would they blame you?” “Because I’m me,” she strangled out. “Because I was there and didn’t stop her.” “How were you supposed to stop her?” I pushed in as gentle a tone as I could muster. Lizzie blinked in confusion. “I stopped her?”

“I’ll always come back to you,” I offered, wanting to fold her into my body and keep her safe. “No matter how often I have to leave, just know that I will always come back for you.”

“The one where I’m trying to swim to the surface and someone is pushing my head under.”

BROOO i was right her aunt kidnapped her and tried to drown her in a river