Page 139 of When We Fall: Part Two
I was going to be a dad.
I knew I was. Celeste had fucked me so much in the underground that there was no way I didn’t knock that bitch up.
A kid. My kid. And that whore bag of a human would be its mother.
I gagged.
“E?” Enzo looked at me, his brows crinkled. “Do you need some time?”
I nodded, my stomach turning.
I had to tell Enzo that Celeste was in on this shit. That he needed to cut ties with her old man. I had no idea if he had a hand in any of it, but there was no way in hell I’d be able to get through this nightmare if I had to see him or her again.
Enzo rose and nodded for me to stand. I did so on shaky legs and walked with him to the bathroom. Once inside, I fell to my knees and heaved my guts into the toilet.
“Did we give you too much sugar?” he asked gently as he kneeled beside me with a cup of water in his hand.
I shook my head. I took the water and slurped it down. “No. D-Do you have more?”
Enzo reached wordlessly into his suit pocket and pulled out a sugar stick.
I snatched it from him, and he sparked his lighter for me. I took a deep drag off the lit stick and slumped against the wall, relishing in the high as it blanketed me.
We sat in silence for a long time before I spoke.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Enzo frowned at me.
“For… this.” I gestured to myself. “I’m not in a good place.”
“None of us are,” he muttered.
We were quiet again for a moment before he asked me a question.
“Fox… I-I know it was rough in the underground, but was he OK? Do you know if he was OK before he died?”
I took a deep hit and blew out the smoke.
“They raped him. Everett did it the first time. I don’t know how many other times it was done to him. They made me watch as they tortured him. Burned his feet. Cut him. Beat him. He wasstrong, though. He didn’t give in.” I took another drag, wanting this nightmare to be over. “Fox told me to be strong. To close my eyes. To go to my happy place, and he’d meet me there. I made it here, to my happy place.” A tear trickled down my cheek. “Tell me why I’m not happy?”
Enzo wiped at his eyes without saying anything.
I smoked more. “It should have been me.”
“No, E. It should have been fucking Everett Church. Not you. Not Fox. Not the countless others he’s hurt.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “You’ll never catch the devil. He’s too connected. He’ll be a fucking ghost that haunts me for eternity.”
“His son. Dante. Did he hurt you?”
I shook my head. “No. I saw him one time. He came into my room and made me eat. Made me drink. Gave me meds to help the pain.”
Enzo frowned at that information.
“Really?”
“Yep.” Another drag from the sugar. “He told me to hang on. That Fox would fix it.” I let out a soft, sad laugh. “I don’t fucking know why he said that. But then again, I was pretty fucked up in there. Maybe I heard him wrong.”
