Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
He hears my feet crunching on the leaves and spins, pulling a gun out of his jeans and aiming it right at me. The moment he notices it’s me, his eyes flare and the gun lowers. By now, tears are rolling down my cheeks, but they’re not broken tears, they’re angry ones. I’m so angry my hands are trembling and I’m panting with the kind of hurt and rage I’ve never felt before.
“You lied to me.”
My voice comes out like a whip, a tone I’ve never heard escape my mouth.
“How the fuck did you find me?” Western growls, tucking the gun into his jeans once more.
“You fucking lied to me!” I scream, the sound making him jerk.
“Now is not the...”
“You’re the monster. All along it was you. All along I’ve been fighting for your name to be cleared, for the world to see what an incredible man you are, and all along it has been you. You are the fucking devil in disguise, ruining lives and sitting back, acting like you haven’t done anything. I fell in love with you. My god, I actually believed you.”
He’s staring at me, his face blank, but his eyes are flashing will all kinds of emotions.
“Do you hear me?” I bellow. “I fucking fell in love with you. I thought you were it. The man I could truly give my soul to. All along, you were nothing but a filthy, lying, coward!”
“You don’t know what you’re seein’,” he rasps, his voice full of the kind of emotion I’ve never heard from him.
“Oh, let me guess, what I just saw was entirely wrong. You didn’t hand over cash for a fucking innocent boy!”
Truck lights flash as Fury comes speeding back in.
He saw my car.
He knows Western isn’t alone.
The truck comes to a stop, the lights stay on, and the door opens. Fury gets out, and I spin on him, directing my rage and him, too.
“And you,” I bellow, “you’re as disgusting as he is. How could you?”
Fury’s eyes move to Western.
“Don’t look at him,” I yell, my voice scratchy as it breaks off into broken rasps. “Do not look at him. Look at me.”
The sound of the truck door swinging open has us all turning in that direction. The boy tumbles out and begins running. Fury barks a curse, Western roars something at him, and then the two of them start running. Chasing him down like he is some sort of animal. For a minute, I can’t move. My legs are entirely numb as I stand, sobbing, horrified.
I’m going to Nathan.
Right now.
I’m going to have them all stopped.
I turn and somehow manage to get my body to break out into a jog, panting and gasping, back to my car. I get in, shaky fingers turning the key. I have to get out of here before they stop me, because if they manage to get hold of me then I’m never going to get the chance to stop this. They’ll make sure of it.
Western bellows my name in the distance, but I don’t stop.
I have just turned the car on, ready to turn it around, when a voice echoes from behind me, coming from the darkness within the confined space of my car. A monster on the backseat.
“Hello, Bonnie.”
Cold steel presses to the back of my head, and I freeze.
Bill Whart is in my car.
He’s in my car.
“Drive.”
My body won’t move.
I can’t get my fingers to stop trembling enough to do anything.
“I will shoot you. Drive.”
No.
This can’t be happening.
This isn’t happening.
I can’t go with Bill. If I do, then he’ll end me. He’ll end me, and I’ll never get the chance to share with the world the truth of what these monsters are doing. He isn’t going to let me go this time. I can hear it in his voice, I can feel it just by the energy in this car. This is the end of the road for me. He’s going to make sure of it.
“You fucking drive or I’ll blow your brains all over this windscreen.”
I manage to move the car as I desperately come up with a plan.
Driving down the road slowly, my heart slams against my ribcage. I’ve fucked up. I don’t know how, but I have.
“I figured it out,” Bill goes on, his voice a singsong tone. “It was actually hilariously obvious once I put the pieces together.”
I’m panting now, fingers gripping the wheel as I drive.
“He’s smart, I’ll give him that.”
He’s baiting me, wanting me to react, to answer, to say something that’ll sink all of this. I’m not going to do that. No, when I take them down, they’ll all go down, Western included.
“All along I knew he was involved, I knew he was trying to bring me down, little did I know that fucker was outsmarting me.”
I grit my teeth.