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Chapter 35

Haylee

I threw water over my face, struggling to wake up. It wasn’t often that I thought of them, but today was one those rare days where my parents were on my mind. As much as I wanted to drown myself in liquor to forget I had parents, I couldn’t. Harley and I had never been apart on this day, and I knew if I was feeling it, then so would he.

Because today marked the day when we killed our father and mother in cold blood.

“Haylee!” Mum hollered down the hall. “Haylee, you brat, come here!” She gripped me by the neck, throwing me against the wall. There wasn’t much of me due to the whole no eating issue I had. Which, honestly, was thanks to them not having food in the house because my parents only spent money on drugs. They rarely ate, and if they did, it wasn’t around me because they didn’t like to share.

They would often pimp me out at the age of fourteen so they could get their drugs, but this time I refused to do it.

I ran. I made it to my bedroom before the man took over from my mother in hitting me.

“I’m going to kill you,” I hissed after spitting out a mouthful of blood. “Mark my words . . . you’ll die by my hand.”

Just as I said it, two gunshots went off, followed by another and then another.

I was cowering in the corner waiting for the pain, but it as a hand went to the back of my head, I looked up.

“Harley?” I spoke through the pain of the beating that my mother and her dealer had just unleashed on my body. I watched as Harley placed the gun down.

“Come on, little one, time to get you a real home.”

“You killed them,” I said bluntly and swallowed sharply. “I wanted to do that.”

“Trust me, Haylee, taking their lives was a job I was born to do.” And then as Harley spoke, I saw movement coming towards us. I didn’t think twice, just picked up his gun, aimed, and fired, resulting in my father slumping to the ground.

I blinked the memories of that day coming back to me. They deserved to die; however, they didn’t deserve to die painless. That was the one thing Harley and I agreed on every time the date rolled around every year. They got a painless death.

My fingers gripped the bench as I recalled rape after rape, and there was nothing I could have done. Now here I was, and much because of those experiences I have formed this heartless woman. Sex meant nothing to me, but what did scare me were the feelings I was developing for Lucian.

He was waking up a part of me that I didn’t want awoken. I think that was why I really forced him to sleep with those women last night, hoping it would break the bond I was developing with him.

Instead, it lit a fire in me, forcing me to go to bed early—dosed up on Valium—so I didn’t go to the hotel and murder those bitches who I set up with my husband.

As twisted and dark as it was, I wanted him to take knife to the strings that had formed around our hearts. I knew it would hurt, but pain was something I was used to . . . love, however, scared the shit out of me.

So right now, I tried to coax myself into getting worked up. Picturing the women on him, him fucking them. But it didn’t hurt me, it just threw gasoline on the smouldering fire of rage.

Flicking the television on, I wasn’t even listening till I saw the hotel. The same hotel that I had lured Lucian to was on the news.

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