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“I’m still me, just… I’m still me. Ok?”
“I know,” she whispers, giving me a lazy smile.
Sighing, I turn and finish walking down the steps with Spencer hot on my heels.
Quickly covering her mouth and nose with her hand, she wretches and gags when she lays eyes on Liam. The words I carved into his flesh haven’t had the chance to scar, because while I was out of commission, Riot gave explicit instructions to Darren to rip those fucking wounds back open any time they started to heal over, then douse him in rubbing alcohol for good measure.
Liam’s hair hangs in his face, and he’s asleep, or maybe passed out, I’m really not sure. He’s definitely not dead.
At least, I think.
“Liam?” Spencer gasps, and he slowly lifts his head, his eyelids fighting to stay open.
Darren removed the ball gag at some point and must not have put it back on, and the realization makes my heart jump. He better not fucking say anything to hurt her. I won’t be able to contain the rage if he hurts her more than he already has.
“You. This is all your fault you fucking whore,” he chokes, his voice scratching like sandpaper.
“You watch your fucking mouth!” I spit. I take a step forward and Spencer turns around, stepping in front of me, shaking her head as he places one hand on my chest.
“It’s fine. I - I’m fine. But what did you do to him?”
“I told you, red. I told you I would make him fucking beg for death.”
“For me?”
“For you,” I whisper cupping her cheek. “Tell me what you need baby. Just say the words.”
Cackling echoes through the room, and Spencer’s body stills, flinching as though the laughter physically pains her.
“Look at me,” I whisper as I pull the Glock from my waistband, placing it in her hands. “You don’t have to do anything with this. But I want you to hold it. You need to know you’re the one who holds the power here. He can’t fucking hurt you Spencer. Not anymore.”
Nodding, she slowly turns to face him.
“You’re going to die here Liam, and after everything you’ve done, I don’t even care. I won’t shed a fucking tear over you,” she holds her head high when she talks, even though the hand holding the Glock down at her side trembles ever so slightly. He must pick up on the way she shakes, because his upper lip twitches and he fights back a smirk.
“Fucking cheap ass whore, you aren’t going to do shit to me.”
“Shut up!” she screams. “You don’t get to call me that anymore! I - I put up with it for so long because I thought you were all I deserved. I believed the bullshit you filled my head with. I believed I was unloveable, but I was wrong. No one deserves the hell you put me through.”
“You fucking deserved it you fat lazy bitch. Spreading your whore legs for anyone that gave you the time of day. I don’t know why I was surprised you fucked this asshole. You fucked your uncle, and that should have told me everything I needed to know a long time ago.”
I step forward, ready to pummel this motherfucker but Spencer raises the gun with shaky hands, and I stop in my tracks once more. Eyeing her up and down, I wait for a signal. I wait for her to give me any idea of what she wants, what she needs.
“Go ahead,” he spits.
She shakes nervously, and her mouth opens and closes a few times, lost for words. Unable to look away, her gaze narrows in on him and her eyes well up with unshed tears. He’s having an impact on her and I don’t like it one bit, so I lean down and graze my lips against her ear.
“He doesn’t matter baby. He never did. You’re fierce, and beautiful, and I’ll spend the rest of my damn life proving that to you. Worshipping you like you fucking deserve. He is nothing babygirl. Fucking nothing. ”
I can feel her relax at my words, so I continue.
“This is your choice Spence. You don’t have to do this, I can do it for you. Just say the words.”
A sigh escapes her lips and she closes her eyes.
“I love you Travis,” she whispers, and much to my surprise she pulls the trigger.
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