Page 88 of Under the Bed

Thing is, one word isn’t enough.

Sadness, there’s also that.

The reason I’m on my second coffee before school is that I woke up extra early today. As early as possible, so I could head over to the nearest pharmacy and get Plan B.

It hurt my soul to swallow it.

If we survive the games he has planned for us, we’ll have a million babies together. I want them. Want his babies.

If we survive the games he has planned for us, we’ll have them.

This isn’t the right time. I have frozen fingers hidden in my freezer. I’m aiding a fugitive who happens to be my stepbrother.

I’m working my fucking hardest to convince him to stay safe.

I thought I owed Kaleb my life. I was wrong. I owe him everything. And it starts with this sacrifice.

Me getting pregnant would only distract him. He’d fret over me, then he’d make mistakes.

He’d get caught.

As much as my heart shriveled when I swallowed that pill, I knew I had to.

I refused to be the reason they’d send him back to Berkshire.

Sigh.

Wherever he is, I hope for his sake that he’s keeping a low profile.

I’ll kill him if he isn’t.

I need him alive. Here. With me.

I wouldn’t have called my monster of a father otherwise.

If anyone could call off the cops or even theFBI, it’s Dad. I’ll convince him. Sell him on the idea that it’ll work for his benefit as well.

Get the authorities off Kaleb’s back and let me go with him somewhere. Anywhere where we won’t be anembarrassment.

Hidden. Anonymous.

My murderous stepbrother and I.

I’ll continue my education and Kaleb will do…

Anything he likes. He’ll have his freedom.

We’ll figure it out.

Focus.

Right. This phone call. That was what I was pissed about before my head started going in a million directions.

The reminder has my nails digging into my palm. It has me seeing red.

I didn’t call his office. I called him.

Meaning he changed his personal number and forwarded these calls to his office.

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