Page 107 of Deliria

She’s probably having a celebratory fuck at the fact that she destroyed this new piece of me.

That fucking bitch.

I yell out, scream out my rage into the wind.

When I get my hands on her, I’m going to make her pay. I’m going to make her truly suffer. She killed my child, she murdered it. I know it wasn’t an accident; I know she did it on purpose.

That conniving, evil bitch.

By the time I’m done I’ll make her wish she was the one who died, I’ll make her regret every moment of oxygen that’s entered her lungs.

Scarlett

Ihave to be quick.

I know I have barely any time left before the hypothetical walls of my cage come crashing down.

So I force myself up from his bed, not daring to look back at him because I know if I do, I’ll break. I’ll crumble. I’ll give in, and all my sacrifices up until now will be for nothing.

My heart feels like it breaks even more as I take each step away from Rafe but I shut it down, shut down those emotions.

I am not weak.

Iamnot weak.

I will not give in to those emotions.

And besides, I can cry, I can mourn and do whatever the fuck I want, once my vengeance is had.

If I’m alive, that is…

I brush that thought aside. That won’t help me. Nothing will help me.

No, I need to just focus on what I can get, what I will get. On the raging fury boiling in my veins.

As I enter the main wing of the house, it’s so quiet I can hear every movement of my bare feet on the floor. Where the fuck is everyone? It’s unnerving to think that a house that has to be filled with over a dozen staff is this damned silent.

Are they hiding? Have they fled? Have they decided after my last violent outburst that that was the final straw? Even if they had, they couldn’t leave, not until tonight, not until the tide is back out.

They’re as trapped here as I am.

I clench my fists, burying the swirl of emotions at the thought of them, those silent onlookers who may not have set up my imprisonment, but were more than happy to keep the walls of my cage in place.

As I climb the main staircase, I hum a tune, a song, that same fucking one that’s been repeating in my head, only now I know every verse, every syllable. Every note.

“In the garden where shadows grow,

A secret whispers, soft and low.

The roses bloom, but then wilt away,

And the truth lies buried, night and day.”

“The songbird weeps within her cage,

A melody lost to both time and age.

Her wings are clipped, her cries are unheard,

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