Cold

by Skyler Snow

I didn't want to give a fuck. I'd learned a long time ago the only way to survive this life was to tuck all emotions away and get on with it.

Vito's hand drifted away and I felt the same pang as when he let go of my hand when we reached his car. I felt...empty. That made no sense, but it was the only word I could think of to describe the void in my chest.

He watched too closely and he thought too much to be an empty-headed boy with nothing going on behind his eyes. It made me uneasy.

"I can admire beauty, can't I? And you are such a pretty thing."

I practically squeaked. "Yes, D-" I stopped myself. The word Daddy was right there on my tongue.

But right now all I craved was something soft to cuddle, strong arms to hug me, and a binkie to suckle on.

Six’s laid-back manner put me at ease. I felt like I could talk to him and he would never judge me. Maybe I’d finally made a friend.

When I told him the truth, he’d want nothing to do with me. And I would be lucky if I even made it out alive.

Three little words and I was ready to paint the world red for him.

Covered in sprays of blood, he turned on my captor. My bloody angel.