Page 13 of Gemini

Finally, they turned to us. Dom moved first. He took my hand and made me look at him. His face was grim, black eyes shining as he signed to me. “Sorry.”

I shook my head, mouth twisted as I tried to hold back more tears. He was betraying me too. He cupped my face and kissed my head before moving to Andrea and picking her up.

I immediately reached for her. “Where are you taking her?”

“The hospital.”

It was Leslie who’d spoken.

I turned to look at him in surprise. Then practically growled at them as Dom carried Andrea down the hall. I tried to slide across the floor but my legs were killing me. “I don’t fucking believe you, you’re a liar. You’re—”

He moved so swiftly he made me gasp.

“Just stay away from me! S-tay away!” I shouted at him.

He crouched beside me and I didn’t want to look at him, but I forced myself to meet his gaze.

“I hate you,” I whispered.

His sharp green eyes searched my face and he nodded. “I know.”

“I fucking hate you. You asshole. I hate you. I h-hate—” The words broke into a sob. I covered my face in my hands. “How could you do this,” I said so softly I didn’t think he’d hear me.

Then I felt his hand on my arm and I flinched away. “Don’t touch me!” As I uncovered my face, I saw Dom had returned. He was standing just a few feet away.

“We have to go,” he signed when Lez looked around.

I noticed something in Dom’s other hand. A ripped piece of paper. Leslie took it and turned back to me.

My lips trembled as he forced the paper into my hand, gripping it tight. As I tried to tug free, he leaned in, his face close to mine.

“Your hate is all I deserve. But at least it’s something.” I could no longer look him in the eye, his gaze so intense it scared me.

Before I could process his words, he released me and rose. “They’ll come for you.”

Dom moved around him and set me on the couch. Before I could fight or protest, they were gone.

And I was alone. Alone in the dark, with blood on the floor and my cries in the silence.

It wasn’t until later when Eve came back that I remembered that slip of paper. It took another day for me to even read it.

I stared down at the words now, written in crude, childish writing.

Our little secret…

Our little secret. Yeah, don’t tell anyone what happened, or we’ll come after you. That’s how I interpreted it anyway. It made me want to rip the paper into pieces the first time. But I fought against it.

Under the words was a number. I could only assume it was one of theirs.

Why they thought they needed to leave a number was beyond me. After everything they had done, why would I ever want to call them?

My hands shook as the urge to crumple the paper tempted me, but I let it pass. Guess it was good they gave me the number after all because I was going to make them answer me now and I wouldn’t stop till they did.

The number on the paper was different than the one that had left the messages a month or so back. Since there was no name for either, I couldn’t tell which number was whose.

I opened my phone and plugged in the number from the piece of paper. My finger hovered over the call button before I opened messenger instead. If it was Dom’s, I wouldn’t be able to talk to him over the call anyway. If it was Lez…I feared I’d hang up instantly if I heard his voice.

I glared down at the white text box for a moment before carefully starting to type.