Page 29 of Breaking Boston

He was alone with the only girl either of us had ever really wanted. There was something special about Boston, but neither of us ever knew what it was. It could've been the way she smiled—how broken she looked. Even with her eyes filled with pain, her smile would brighten up the darkest of days.

That was the thing about me and Lux. We were drawn to the damaged beauty. We didn't go for the normal girls who came from a loving family. We went for the broken girls, hoping we could fix them along the way.

Boston was a challenge for us. She'd always been. And that's why we fucking wanted her so badly.

She belonged to us years ago. And she belongs with us now.

Getting closer to Ace's corner, I pull my hood on and slide my mask over my face, using different colored lights today.

I unsheathe my knife and hold it firmly, hiding it up my sleeve from the pouring rain. My heart thumps against my ribcage, and my pulse echoes in my ears. I can hear the sound of the blood coursing through my veins, mimicking the sound of water running down a stream.

This kill is different. Ace was someone Lux and I grew fond of while we were staying at the warehouse. We trusted him. We had his back. So for him to pull the shit he did with Boston is like a fucking stab in the back.

Shaking off the memories, I enter the abandoned building, keeping my head down. I can hear him talking, but no one else is here. As I get closer, he stands with his back facing me, his phone pressed against his ear. I walk closer, quieter, and pull my hand out, raising my arm with the knife gleaming.

He drugged Boston. I had to do this.

It all happens so fast. My hand is over Ace's mouth, and I yank him backwards onto my knife, his phone smashing onto the floor. I hear the blade piercing his flesh, nicking bones as I plunge it deeper.

"Ahghh!" he yells against my palm as I continue to stab him in the back like he did to me.

His white shirt is soaked in his blood, turning the entire thing red. I drop him to the ground, bending down to wipe his blood off of my knife on his jeans.

And then I sneak out of the building as quickly as I snuck in, slipping into the gloom of the city like nothing happened.

Arriving back at the apartment, I took off my mask and hoodie, trying to push the thoughts of what I had just done out of my mind. Lux was sitting on the couch, and I could see the concern in his eyes as he looked at me.

"You're back," he said, standing up and walking over to me. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, not wanting to talk about what had just happened. I couldn't bring myself to tell Lux the details of what went down, not when I was so worried about where Boston was.

She was the only piece of the past that we both held onto, and we weren't going to let anyone take her away from us again.

BOSTON

I woke up with a killer headache and dark bruises around my neck. I didn't know what had happened at first. It took me a minute to remember that Lux had literally fucked me until I passed out.

They weren't the same sweet boys I knew when we lived at The Taylors'. They were grown now. They were possessive, rough, and over the top. But at the same time, they were protective, caring, and willing to bow at my fucking feet.

I didn't know how to feel. I didn't know if that was normal. I had no experience with real life. I was trapped in The Taylor's house all of my life, sheltered from everyday reality. But as much as I loved the attention from them, I was on a mission, and I couldn't let them derail my plans to find my parents.

After a shower and putting on makeup that didn't cover shit, I dressed warmly in Lux's clothes and took my laptop to the balcony. The fresh air and sound of the rain always help me think.

Searching for information on my parents with what I know, I see Donovan come home, but I don't go inside. I can hear the two of them talking, but I ignore it. I focused on the search results for the names I had been given: Sarah and Dylan Stone—the names of my parents.

As I scrolled through the search results, my heart sank. There was no trace of Sarah and Dylan Stone. It was like they had disappeared off the face of the earth. The frustration and helplessness washed over me as I tried to piece together any clue that could lead me to them.

The sound of the balcony door opening interrupted my thoughts. Lux stepped out, a concerned look on his face.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

I nodded, not wanting to burden him with my problems. "I'm fine, just tired," I lied.

Lux didn't look convinced, but he respected my privacy.

"Alright, let me know if you need anything," he said before going back inside. "We have to head off to work soon."

As I continued my search, a name caught my eye. It was brief, just a mention in an old news article about a car accident. Sarah and Dylan Stone. My heart raced as I clicked on the link, hoping for some answers.

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