Page 36 of Sinful Lies

“Fuck you for every cruel word.”

“Fuck you for every lie you told.”

“Fuck you for every time you hurt me.”

The image of Jules’ face as Ben dragged her away flashes before my eyes.

“Fuck you for hurting those girls.”

I release all my pent-up rage as I stomp my foot down on the lug wrench.

“Fuck me for letting it happen.”

My foot slips off the lug wrench, digging into the flesh on my calf, and the cursed wheel bolt still doesn’t budge. I drop to the ground. Emotionally and physically spent, I wipe at my eyes, exhausted from all my wasted effort. Reaper moves closer, as if feeling my frustration and anger. He’s not laughing anymore. “It doesn’t make you weak to ask for help.”

He kneels beside me and takes the tool from my hand. Suddenly the lug wrench doesn’t seem so big in his massive hands and the emotions over taking me wain. The lug nut comes away easy for him.

“Thank you.”

He nods his head as he pulls off the tire. “I got this. You’ve sparred enough with this car.”