Page 151 of Deceit

“I’m sorry,” I leer through my clenched jaw. “Did you think we were going to live in the 1950’s? I wasn’t allowed to give my say?”

“Not at all,” he glowers. “But I see the condemning and judgy look in your eyes.”

“I think it’s safe to say we’re done.” I begin to slowly back away, on the ready for him to jump me again.

“Done?” Alexander looks flabbergasted that I would even voice such a fucking thing. “I love you, Emmy, what makes you think I’d let you go?”

“Oh, great—“ I shake my head and back myself towards the door. “—you’re delusional. This will be fun.”

“Emmy—“ Before he can even finish, I’m turning and starting for the door. I try to keep myself steady so that I don’t fall, but I can hear Alexander right on my toes and the sharp pain that hits my shoulder.

I know he got me again, but I don’t have the time to stop.

I clear the kitchen and swipe my cell off the island but drop it when Alexander’s hand knocks it out of mine.

His arms loop around my center, and I thrust my elbow back, hitting him in the ribs but it doesn’t stop what he’s already planned in his head.

His knife comes down and through my stomach before a strangled and panicked cry leaves my lips.

I try to grab his weapon to save all three of us but he’s strong. I can feel the stab wound at my side screaming in pain as I clamp down on my teeth.

This is life or death.

This is my babies and me.

For the slightest of seconds, my mind goes to Bishop and how he told me to get rid of him.

It fleets the moment I catch the bottom of Alexander’s chin when I jerk my head back and get him to halt his next pendulum swing on my torso.

I whirl around with closed fists and hit anywhere on his body that will semi-inflict him with what he has just done to me.

My height works against me, and not only that, but now I’m the size of a growing house with not just me to protect but two unborn babies who don’t deserve to be here with me.

A handgun shows up in Alexander’s left hand, and my immediate attention falls to it.

It’s my first mistake of many tonight.

While trying to hit it out of his hand, he moves around with the knife and knicks my side. He comes back to stab one more time before pistol-whipping me in the face.

My vision blurs, but I try to stay fastened to consciousness. I need to because no one is fighting for my children but me.

“The moment I said I was falling in love with you,” Alexander snides through a satanic tone. “Is the moment you signed on to being mine forever. And not only did you give me two babies but a future.”

“Fuck you,” I mutter weakly before my focus begins to diminish.

Oh, no, no, no.

I see Alexander smile again.

“I will.”

“Hold on, Ems.” A large hand crushes mine as my body jolts, sending a sober shot of pain throbbing through my frame. I moan involuntarily as I crack my eyes open to blinding white light above. “We’re gonna make it, hold on.”

Hold on.

I blink and turn my head to the right, finding Mills hovering above me, his face twisted in transparent fear and anguish.

I remember him showing up at the house, but I don’t recall much after that.

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