Does It Hurt?

by H.D. Carlton

“You said he was after you.” I shake my head, tears once more burning the backs of my eyes. “The police are after me—his friends. Not because I steal identities or because Kev is trying to find me, but because I killed a cop. I murdered my twin brother.”

Oh fuck bro yall just got happy ima crash

Six Years Ago

I thought it said six years later I almost shat myself

He had said that the chains were from prisoners he killed years ago, their spirits haunting the lighthouse. He had also said his daughter had killed herself, but if this is her spirit… why is she wearing chains?

“I think he lied about the prisoners, which is why we couldn’t find a report about it. Sylvester said he had two daughters here, remember?

WHAT DID I SAY I CALLED IT FUCKERS AHAHAHAHHAHAHA FRIEDA MCFADDEN CANT STOP ME

She shakes her head no, so I ask, “Kacey?” Another pause, and then she’s nodding her head again.

Aw that’s a shame that man is nasty I hope he dies

Her mouth is fucking sewn shut.

Tell me you’re not serious. How could anyone do that to someone let alone their child

“Where is Enzo?” I push, ignoring his condescension.

Don’t do this to me.

“She's excited to keep you.” My muscles are stiff with horror, and I refuse to unlock them and turn around. “I told her you would stay here with her. She's very excited to have a new friend.”

THE FUCK

“Was getting a supply drop-off when she started screaming. I had already cut out her tongue the previous time when she tried to call for help, but that doesn’t stop someone from making noises of distress, even if it’s incoherent. She forced my hand.”

Oh so ima beat his ass

“Kacey, please,” I beg, voice hoarse. “He’s kept you trapped here and hurt you in many ways. He doesn’t love you; he just wants to possess you.” Her eyes become glassy,

AW POOR BABY STOP THIS IS SO SAD

My head is full of static as I try to process that this poor girl has taken a bullet for me.

Ok so I’m crying now stop

“Sei così dolce. Sei un angelo,”

AWWW

Sawyer Vitale.

AH

Sawyer Two Years Later

“Enzo, wait, this is so not safe. We’re going to die,” I plead, the end of my sentence broken by a moan.

Well that’s one way to start a chapter

“I told you my love was going to hurt like hell. So tell me, bella ladra, does it hurt?”

OM MY GOD I LOVE THAT THE TITLE IS SO CREATIVEEE SYOPPPP

Enzo bought this boat the day I said yes to marrying him.

AHHH AND HE NAMED IT LADRA

Three days later, we eloped, Simon and Troy our witnesses.

Ugh I love this

I’m still convinced it’s bad luck that he named the boat after me. Like tattooing your partner’s name on you, it’s undoubtedly cursed.

I roll my eyes. “I’ll survive, dude. I always do.” “Yeah?” he asks devilishly, his chin twisting over his shoulder. “You and the bean gods going to keep each other company?”

BYE HE REMEMBERS

I’m running away again, a laugh filling the salty air. This time, I have no intention of getting away.

My baby

THE END

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