Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
“She ran from her prince charming. He cornered her in the bathroom.”
Her body was bleeding, pouring out of her. There was blood everywhere.
Where did that come from?
“And then he fucked her against the wall.”
She bawled, we were drowning in a pool of her tears.
Keep going…
You’re almost there. I heard myself say.
Was that my voice?
“Does that feel good? Hmmm?” He asked her, always the nice guy.
Each thrust, each push…
Fuck her.
Harder, faster…
“Just like the perfect little whore that she is. Her greedy pussy would come for anyone.”
Everything echoed off the walls, her screams, her tears, my pounding into her mercilessly.
“The only thoughts he had were… I hate you.”
She was crumbling, she was breaking; exactly how I wanted her to. She was fucking pathetic.
Now finish her…
“Send me the bill.”
She collapsed down the wall, blood trailed behind her, leaving a stain of hurt and betrayal. I frantically shook my head. “No… no… no… what the fuck?” I shuddered, stepping back, but my eyes caught something shining in my hand.
“Oh my God!” I screamed, the knife falling from my hand onto the floor.
“No… no… no… I didn’t want this, I didn’t do this!” I bawled, getting down to the ground, and pulling her body to me.
“I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry… please… please… you have to forgive me. You have to forgive me, Bambi… please… God, forgive me…”
I kissed her all over, wanting to make it go away, but nothing worked.
“Somebody help me! Please somebody help me!” I bawled.
“I have to go… I’ll be back with help…” I softly placed her on the ground, and watched her beautiful body mold to the floor.
Her Bambi eyes staring back at me.
So dilated.
So big.
No more light.
No longer bright.
No longer shining.
Lifeless…
I killed her.
I looked down at my hands; they’re shaking and covered in her blood. I immediately turned to the sink, placing my hands under the water, but nothing helped. It didn’t wash away my sins. It only made it worse.
My father and Brooke, my father and Brooke, my father and Brooke.
I’m a bad person, I have both their blood on my hands.
“What the fuck did I do?” I trembled, my voice breaking as tears poured out of my eyes. I slowly picked my head up, and stared into the mirror.
It wasn’t my reflection.
It was him…
It was my father.
I’m my father.
“Nooooooo!” I screamed out, sitting straight up in my bed with sweat pouring off every inch of me. I instantly jumped out of bed, getting to my feet, and furiously wiping off the wetness. It was her blood; her blood was all over me, just like my dad’s.
I’m not a good person.
His blood runs through my veins.
He made me.
It is who I am.
I couldn’t run away from it any longer.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I repeated, pacing into my bathroom, needing to look in the mirror. I was gasping for air by the time I made it in there; it took me three tries to get the light to turn on; I was shaking that badly. I gazed into the mirror, and I saw myself. I saw the man I am, the man I’ve become.
“Calm down… it was just a dream… calm down, Devon,” I said to myself, trying to govern my breathing. I splashed water all over my face, and it trailed down my neck. “Jesus Christ.” I shook my head again, desperately trying to remove the torrid images from my mind, and then used a towel to dry all over.
I eyed myself one more time, and made sure it was still my reflection staring back at me. At first I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me, but then I heard it a few more times, my doorbell ringing.
What happened next was one giant blur. Ysabelle was standing at my front door, and she looked like Brooke. Her straight hair all over her face, the tight clothes that hugged each curve of petite body; even the goddamn smell of her.
But it wasn’t that… it was the look in her eyes.
A deer in headlights.
Bambi.
She jumped into my arms, and I held her closely to my body, her heart placed securely on top of mine. She felt like silk.
So warm.
So soft.
So beautiful.
This was real.
The feel of her.
The smell of her.
It was all real.
I wanted to take away the pain. I wanted to pretend I didn’t feel like I was dying anymore. I wanted it all to go away, and be swept away with waves on the shoreline. It’s as if the world stopped moving, and everything proceeded in slow, precise, motion.
She pulled away from me and looked profoundly into my eyes. I saw the little girl that came to me when she was sixteen years old. The one I always promised I would protect, no matter what. The woman she grew up to be…
The one I did save.