Page 52 of Mara
“You are acting weird, Gianna. Why don’t you go to sleep? I love you.”
I sighed heavily, feeling the acceptance cemented into my bones as I realized I couldn’t feel anything anymore.
“Yeah…” I said, “At least I can finally sleep. Goodbye, Mara.”
Jinx didn’t bother letting my sister speak, and I felt myself fall off the bed before I could end the call. I couldn’t feel anything, but I saw the puddle of blood. It was coming from…me. It was pouring from my stomach.
I am so sorry, little one. I am so sorry that this is happening to you. I love you so much. You were everything good. The one thing I have ever been proud of in my life.
The phone fell into the puddle of blood, and Jinx smashed it into smithereens under his foot. There was no one around, and the hope that someone would find us felt obsolete.
“Why him?” I asked, my body being flipped around as Jinx cut into my stomach. “Why our baby? What did he ever do to you besides exist?”
Jinx ignored me, my numb body unable to do anything. I could sense the tugging, the suctioning. My baby was nearly twenty-three weeks old. He had a chance to survive. It was possible he would be okay. If I could just distract Jinx, I could help my son.
“I should have known, shouldn’t I? The signs?”
He laughed at me—actually laughed and looked me right in the eyes. “Did you figure out when you tasted your sister’s come on my cock?”
My eyes widened. So much pain, my heart truly broke in my chest in that moment.
“I meant…about what you are…”
He and my sister deserved each other. Maybe she knew what he was doing to me. Maybe it was all planned. I should have known. The nicknames, the weird way they talked to each other, and here I was just in the way.
“Oh,” I said softly. “Then you’re going to raise my baby with my sister?”
Jinx paused and tilted his head to the side like he was considering my words.
“I never enjoyed playing house, Gianna. You got that honor and look where it got you.”
Desperation sank deep inside me, and I started to pant.
“Well, you can drop him off at a doorstep. No one would even know. Please don’t hurt him…”
A heartbreaking sound cut off my words…
A baby’s cry.
The small doll-like baby in my hands felt strange. The woman underneath me was squawking and begging with everything in her. The kid didn’t die from the poison or the pills.
The little fucker was squealing like a stuck hog, pink as all hell, and covered in blood. I was surprised I hadn’t sliced into his squishy body with the blade.
He certainly had survival instincts. I sighed, laying the thing down on the ground next to Gianna.
The noise was going to alert someone. I needed to snuff out the little light before my plans went to hell. My foot was placed, but Gianna managed to grab it.
I looked down at her, her body covered in so much blood, gallons and gallons soaked her hair and face. She looked like a portrait. I rubbed my fingertips along my face, smearing thepaint and black onto her lips, creating a straight line that formed the skull image. Now, it mirrored mine.
“Eternal death,” I said, noticing the baby had stopped crying, and the small movements ceased. I leaned down, careful to barely press the blade into the infant’s skin. One name written to symbolize this moment. “Sephtis.”
“Congratulations, Gigi, it was a boy.”
True pain, like I had never seen, replaced everything else. Her fingers twitched as she tried to fight the drugs, to hold the baby just a few inches from her. Her body looked cold.
Her eyes blinked only a few times every couple of minutes. I hovered over Gianna, marking her body with my eyes and anticipating the gift I had for Mara.
Iran as fast as my legs could move.
