Page 38 of The Devastation You Reap
I'd imagine that if he weren't already pale as fuck, that the blood might have just drained from his face, but as it is, I just have to imagine that reaction.
"The sick cunt who thought it would be a good idea to go after a minor in order to ruin the best thing in his son's life. The monster who got that minor pregnant. Drove her to a life of addiction which meant she couldn't be a mother. And the same woman who just OD'd because she can't cope with her reality. A reality that a certain fucking joke of a man caused."
"W-what are you talking—"
"I said don't," I seethe, pissed off beyond belief that even now, when he's utterly helpless, that he just can't admit the truth. "We know everything,Dad," I spit. "I've even met my little brother."
"No," he cries, pushing to sit upright but not having the strength in his arms to do it.
Seeing him so weak, so useless fills me with so much fucking joy after all the years of control and bullshit.
"Yes."
"And do you know what else?" I ask, although I don't wait for a response. "I found…her."
His brows pull together as he tries to keep up with me.
"Her?" he whispers, his voice hoarse from lack of liquid.
"Macie Fletcher. You remember her, right? You remember what I told you she saw?"
He shakes his head.
"She's going to lead me right to him."
"Leon, please—"
"No," I shout, standing abruptly, sending the chair crashing to the ground behind me.
"Too late, old man. The time has long passed for you to tell me that it's okay. That it’s normal. That I just need to be a fucking man. He might have been the one to hurt me, but you let it happen. I told you. I fucking told you," I seethe, marching over to him, spittle flying from my mouth. "I told you everything and you brushed it under the carpet just like you always do because the only fucking thing that matters to you is our success so that you look good. Who gives a fuck if your sons are falling apart beneath it, huh?"
Before I know what I'm doing, my shoe connects with his ribs and a painful crack fills the room before he screams in pain.
With a satisfied smile playing on my lips, I bend down to my haunches.
"All you did, old man, is create a monster who's as sick and twisted as you. And while you've tried to ruin our lives, you've failed because I'll be the one to put an end to all of it.
"You," I spit. "Macie.Him.And I'm going to enjoy every fucking second of it."
"Leon, no. Please," he cries as I march from the room, knowing that if I stay any longer, that I'll end up killing him.
If I wanted that to happen, I'd have let Reid and Devin do it on Friday night.
No, death is too easy. Too fast. He's made us suffer for twenty-one fucking years. This isn't going to be quick.
The slam of the door echoes around the space for long seconds as I talk myself down from going back in there.
"Fuck. FUCK," I shout, slamming my palms down on the wall in front of me when I realize that the only thing that distracts me from walking straight back in there is her.
Her and her innocent eyes and sweet smile.
"FUCK," I boom. My fists clench and my muscles tighten to throw a punch, but I know I can't. Busted knuckles will invite questions I can't give her the answers to.
I force myself to think back to that day. The day she looked into my eyes, saw what was happening, turned her back and left me there. Left me in the hands of a monster.
She could have saved me. But she didn't.
So now, I need to remember that I have no reason to save her.
