Page 138 of Broken Prince

Then I’m turning around and running back towards the house at full speed.

My legs ache, my lungs scream, but I don’t pay them any mind. I keep going, past the people who have been watching what’s going on, into the house, and straight to the basement.

I’ve never felt such pain in my life. But I’ve never felt this level of rage. Of pure fury. Like I’m not myself. Something inside me snapped as the image of Benny’s screaming little red face plays in my mind on a loop.

An eerie, murderous feeling blankets me, seeping into my veins as I storm down the steps.

Pushing past the people in my way, I head to the room. Stacy is still there, out of it, being fucked by two guys.

Nostrils flaring, chest heaving, I grab the bat that’s up against the desk. I swing, hitting the guy who’s pounding into her on the back.

He lets out a shout as he rolls off her and onto the ground.

“What the fuck!” the guy who was using her mouth to wet his dick demands, jumping off the bed.

I don’t pay them any mind as I get on the bed, crawl on top of her, and start punching.

She’s passed out, drool dripping from her mouth. And I pray in this moment she OD’d. That she’s dead and can never hurt that sweet little baby again.

But I don’t care if she is, I still continue to punch her, fist cracking into her cheek, her mouth, her nose.

“You sick fucking piece of shit!” I scream at the top of my lungs. “You fucking monster. How could you? How could you fucking hurt him? He’s just a baby!”

I’m not sure how long it lasts before I feel arms wrap around me, pulling my heaving body off Stacy.

“It’s me, Laney, it’s me!” I hear Owen’s gruff voice in my ear.

I look at Stacy’s mangled face and fall apart. Owen picks me up and carries me out of the room, the house, and straight to his car.

I don’t say anything, too numb, too drained. I fall asleep in the front seat of his car, praying that the next time I open my eyes, this whole night was just one fucked up nightmare.

I need it to be, I beg it to be. Because this is too fucked up to be reality, too fucking sick and cruel to be real.

Chapter 29

Delaney

Gasping in a lungful of air, I shoot up into a sitting position. I’m shaking, body dripping in sweat.

“It was just a nightmare,” I tell myself, eyes blinking rapidly as I take in my surroundings.

Frowning, I realize I’m not in my dorm room, I’m in my room back at the house.

For a moment, I wonder how the heck I got here, and then I remember.

Tears sting my eyes as nausea sinks into my belly like a rock. I’m scrambling out of bed and racing towards the door within seconds.

I’m somehow dressed in my own pajamas, meaning someone must have changed me into them.

Last I remember, I was being pulled off Stacy by Owen and carried away. I wish he didn’t stop me. I wanted to keep going so that she could never open her eyes again.

The thought concerns me. I’ve never been a violent person before, but what she did to that sweet baby boy is unforgivable.

I’m not sure where to go or who to seek out first, so I head down to the kitchen to see if anyone is up.

I don’t even know what time of day it is.

When I get into the kitchen, I see Mom and James standing next to a police officer. Mom looks exhausted, and James looks destroyed.

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