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“You’re funny.” His laughter was supposed to be mine.
I wanted to snatch the phone away and break it. Instead, I crept around the house until I spotted him. He was smoking while talking on the phone with a smile I only saw when he was killing.
He’s so happy.
An ache built in the middle of my chest until I physically couldn’t take it. I needed to run, but I was stuck watching my worst nightmare play out in front of me.
Ezra laughed at something my dad said and twisted around, tossing the cigarette. His gaze swept over me before he stopped short and turned to look at me. Our eyes locked and all I wanted to do was break down and cry.
Instead, I twisted on my heels and ran.
Chapter Nineteen
Felix
It felt like acid dripped between every muscle in my body as I ran as hard as I could. Tree branches appeared out of nowhere, hitting and cutting into my flesh. Air sawed in and out of my lungs as I twisted around a tree and nearly ate dirt as I stumbled over a log. I pushed myself harder, wanting to get away.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I missed a step and slid down. My back hit hard on the unforgiving ground. I rolled over not wasting another second as I dipped to the right. Panic sank its claws into me, threatening to make me freeze up. The air felt too sharp as I sucked it in as fast as I could. There was a metallic coating over my tongue as fear laced up my legs. Every step I made felt harder than the last.
I glanced over my shoulder, slowing down. My gaze swept the forest, trying to make out Ezra’s form. Did he give up? I slowed down and placed my hand on a thick tree. I sucked in air like it would stop the burning in my chest. The pain I was in only seemed to intensify now that I took a break.
Where is he?
The ball in my stomach hardened as I thought about him not giving chase. What if that phone call was the one he’d been waiting for and now he wanted nothing to do with me?
I’m going to be sick.
Saliva pooled in my mouth as a scream bubbled at the back of my throat.
“It’s not fair!”
Birds flew up as everything went quiet around me. I fucked up. I twisted around, shoved off the tree and ran face-first into something solid. My ass hit the ground hard, dragging a cry of pain out of me.
“Fuck.”
I tried to get up, but I was shoved right back down. I blinked a few times as Ezra came into view. Anger was a mild description when it came to the look on Ezra’s face. I’d never seen him aim this look even at the people he killed. His lips were set in a firm line, eyes so dark they felt like they’d gone pitch-black. Both of his hands were balled up into tight fists, his back rigid. I could see the corded muscles in his arms.
He said nothing as he loomed over me. His chest rising just as fast as mine was. I scrambled to move away from him but his heavy booted foot came down, pinning me in place. I felt like a little bug stuck there.
I shoved at his leg but he wasn’t moving. The more I struggled, the more pointless it became. All the while, Ezra said nothing. His silence made everything worse. If he cared, he’d reprimand me already and be my daddy. Instead, he was just standing there, breathing.
“Fuck you.” I spat at him and the glob of saliva landed in the middle of his shirt.
Ezra glanced down at it for a second before he removed his foot. Everything happened so fast I hadn’t had a single moment to think. He dropped down until our faces were inches awayfrom each other. He squeezed my cheeks so hard there were going to be bruises left behind. The pain was unbearable as he forced my mouth open. He locked gazes with me as he spat in my mouth.
Like the idiot I was, I greedily swallowed. I was so desperate for pieces of him that couldn’t be taken away. I’d take anything.
I wanted this. I wanted to be the one he chased after. To be so important someone sought me out. But that was bullshit and always would be. I shook my head trying to dislodge his hold. I shoved at his chest.
Ezra’s hand wrapped around my upper arm. He squeezed, dragging me closer. As his eyes searched mine, I saw a flicker of something but it was snuffed out as quickly as it came.
“I told you not to run.” Was all the warning I got as the glint of a blade caught my attention.
“Kill me.” I shoved at him again. “Do it. I don’t fucking care.” The pain of knowing I would never have him was worse than the fear of dying. “If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with.”
The sharp end of the blade slid over my throat and my mouth went dry. “Shut up.”
His voice broke slightly, but I didn’t care. I pushed up even as fear tore into me. “No.”
