Page 47 of Unholy

“What do you think happened?” I challenge him. He doesn’t know, and he will never know because I won’t be the one telling him.

“I don’t know. I was only asking. The police wanted to speak with you.” I shrug.

“Fine. Send them in.” He stands and leaves, sending them in, and I tell them the same story I told the Doc. They aren’t getting shit out of me. This is something I’m going to handle on my own.

When they finally leave, I lay my head back to rest when the door opens once more. I wish it were her. I wish it were Ash, but I know that it isn’t.

When I see who it is, I’m actually a little shocked.

“Mom?”

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired and sore. What are you doing here?”

“He’s hurting her, Tristan. I … I can’t do that. I can’t watch that.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want him out. I want him in jail. I thought about calling the police,” she whispers, breaking down in tears. I reach for her hand and pull her closer to me.

“No cops, mom. I’m going to take care of this,” I tell her.

“How?”

“How do you think? Where are they?”

“At the house. They have her in the basement, tied up, Tristan. They are forcing her to repent for her sins. They’re making her do things…it’s too much. I can’t see that happening to her,” she cries harder.

“I’m going to handle it, Mom. I just need a few days to get out of here.”

“I can … I can try to distract him.”

“Yeah. Do that. Let me get out of here, and I’ll take care of it. I promise.”

“Okay. I’ll do what I can,” she says as I nod my head. She sits down and stays a bit with me while I send off a text to Andy and Rod that I’m going to need help soon. They both agree and say they’re coming to see me soon anyway, and we can discuss it then.

I send my mom home after she nearly falls asleep in the chair, but not before reminding her not to call the cops. She agrees even though she doesn’t want me in trouble. It doesn’t matter now. I know she’s back at the house. I plan on fucking their world up when I get out of here.

I close my eyes and picture her face. Fucking Ash. What did I do to deserve that girl? Nothing. I didn’t do a damn thing to make her want me, but she does. She wants me, of all fucking people. The one who’s the most fucked up.

“You asleep?” I open my eyes when the Doc comes back in.

“I didn’t know you made house calls,” I fuck with him a little.

“When I need to. Anything you feel like talking about?” Dr. Hassan has always tried to help me in any way he could. He’s unconventional and basically a bastard, but he does try.

“She said she loved me.”

“Did you say it back?”

“No.”

“Why not? Do you not love her?”

“I don’t know what the fuck that means. I mean, I love my mom, right?”

“You say you do, but I tend to agree with you that you don’t know what it means.”

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