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"Killing you will definitely give me peace.”
Chapter 24
It’s Not Me
Megan
“There’s no peace in prison, you weak little cunt,” Samuel hisses. “You won’t survive it.“
“I’ll survive,” I promise him, with my finger still firmly on the trigger of the gun. “Trust me. Prison will be a cakewalk compared to the life I led in your house of horrors.”
“Megan–” Rachel suddenly tries to reason with me.
“Quiet!” I hiss. “You two, sit on the floor next to Samuel.”
Adrenaline is pumping through my veins, and my brain is working on overdrive. I know I need to calm down and search for reason, but the more I glare at each of their ugly faces, the more I realize that I don’t want a reasonable ending to this.
I want them to suffer.
Running away from my horrible family was never the answer. If being with Hunter has taught me anything, it’s that. They’ll never be better people. The only thing they understand is pain, which is why they need to go through everything I have and worse.
“You’re crazy, just like your mother,” Samuel says.
“I told you that you should have made her have an abortion,” Veronica says in anI told youkind of voice.
“Shut up!” I point the gun at her forehead. “This one is for making me drink your pisswhen I was four!”
The memory of a terrified child retching in horror is playing in my head like a clip from an old television show.
Suddenly, the gun goes off, but I’m not sure if I’m the one who made the shot or if it was someone else. I’m having something tantamount to an out-of-body experience.
Veronica’s scream barely registers to my ears as she stumbles to the ground, clutching her knee. I’m confused. I know I had the gun pointed at her head, but why is her knee bleeding?
My eyes are wet, and I’m shaking, but when Samuel lunges for me, I suddenly get clear as hell and aim the gun directly at his balls.
“Stop right there!”
He freezes in place as I ignore Veronica’s painful howls and Rachel’s frightened cries.
“You were supposed to protect me,” I tell Samuel. Spit flies out of my mouth as I curse at him. “You were my fucking father.”
He doesn’t flinch, his hatred for me simmering like a stew in his eyes.
“You deserved it,” he says. “You deserved worse.”
“Why?” I can’t hide the agony in my voice as I try to steady my hold on the gun, tears streaming down my face.
“Your drug addict of a mother was fooling herself and thought she could trap me. She actually believed she could be my wife,” he scoffs.
“You should have helped her.”
“I told her I didn’t want a baby. I told her that she should get rid of you. I even made her an appointment at the clinic, which she purposely missed, and then saddled me with a baby. I didn’t want to keep us together.” Spittle is flying out of his mouth, hiseyes crazed. “But nobody controls me! So I told her that she’d live to regret it, and as you know, Megan, I don’t make any promises that I don’t keep. I promised her that I was going to sell you off as soon as you got your period, the same way I sold her delusional ass off. But since child protective services had their eyes on me, I had to adjust my plan and keep you around longer.”
His words are laced with pure evil, and they penetrate something soft inside of me. He’s never explained his hatred for me with words before, only with physical force. No matter how much I hated Samuel, for some reason, I always thought that he was cruel because of some defect of mine. But now I understand…it’s not me… it’s him. It’s them.
It’s not me.
“I see,” I say firmly, thinking about how he probably pawned my mother off to some other drug addict for a hundred bucks. “Then your death will be me doing the world a fucking favor. I mean, I’ve already killed once, right? What’s a few more times?”