Page 123 of The Devastation You Reap

Reaching over, he grabs a folder from the drawer and throws it down on my chest.

“And now I’ve got you both.”

“No, Lee. Please let me—”

“No,” he booms. “You should have talked ten years ago. It’s too late. The damage is done.”

He looks down to tuck himself away but before he does, something puts a smile on his lips.

“Fuck, no,” I cry when he pushes two fingers deep inside me. I’m so sensitive I can barely stand it.

When he pulls them out, I realize what caught his attention because the red blood is obvious against his skin.

“I guess I should feel relieved he never got to you, huh?”

My chin drops when he pushes his fingers into his mouth and licks them clean.

He takes a step back before reaching for me. He drags me off the desk and I stumble into the corner of the room barely able to stand on my own two legs.

I watch in horror as he upends the desk, sending everything on top crashing to the floor.

The shelves go next before he takes a signed baseball bat that was on display and sets to work on destroying all the glass cabinets housing my uncle's trophies.

“Leon no,” I cry, not giving a crap about my uncle's stuff, but knowing he’s never going to be able to come back from this. “Please, Lee. Don’t—”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” he bellows. “You fucking broke me, Macie. Ruined me. Left me with that monster. You. Did. Nothing. All of this. It’s your fucking fault.”

“No,” I cry, tears cascading down my cheeks, my legs trembling as my entire body shudders.

“I never wanted you. How could I?”

With one more look up and down my body, his nose turned up as if I disgust him, he takes off, bat still in hand.

Unable to hold myself up, I slide down the wall, sobbing as the sound of him destroying everything in his wake fills my ears before finally, the front door slams shut behind him and the house I hate, the house that keeps me awake at night, finally falls silent.

“NOOOO,” I scream, my voice hoarse with emotion. “NOOOOO.”