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I want them all to suffer, horrifically.

To bleed for what they did to me and probably others.

I want them to die.

Chapter 28

To my Chlo,

My worst nightmare has come to life. Charlie has somehow found me and is coming for me.

I’m glad you never knew your father, that you were safe from his manipulation. He was and will always be the monster under my bed, the one who I can never get rid of even when I beg and plead for it to leave me alone.

He ruined me.

Made me doubt who I could count on. He made me believe he would fix everything, and I was too little to understand that it was all lies.

The only good thing to come from him in our lives was you.

I never thought I could love someone so much that came from the people I hate the most in this world.

You were the best of both of them and I know that if you were alive, you would make this world a better place as you got older rather than worse.

Well, I hope you would have.

I miss you, Chlo.

My heart hurts a little bit more today.

Mama

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Chapter 29

Sebastian

It’s Christmas in a few days, Kelvin has invited everyone over to his house to celebrate it together including most of our parents. Wanting to try to make it memorable for Autumn.

Deciding to try to find my girl so we can start decorating, I make my way to her room.

What I find when I open her door, is not what I expected at all. A snort of laughter escapes me as I take in the scene before me.

“Do you need some help Sunshine?” I ask her, trying my hardest not to laugh at the predicament she’s somehow gotten herself into.

“Help me!” She pleads, her arms and I’m pretty sure a leg tangled in Christmas lights. The multi-colored lights slowly fade out before turning back on.

“How did you even manage this?” I question, making my way over to her and starting to untangle the lights from her leg, freeing her.

Grasping my hand around her ankle I pull her legs apart to try to loosen the wire that’s been caught, her oversized T-shirt riding up her thighs revealing her emerald-green panties to me.

My mouth waters at the sight.

“Where are your shorts, Autumn?” I ask her, my hands running over her legs, up to her thighs loving how they feel as I squeeze them and how her breath hitches.

“I felt like they kept getting twisted and if I got one more front wedgy, I was going to lose it,” she rants, her nose scrunching up in distaste.

“So you decided to untangle Christmas lights in just your panties?” I tease her, my hands still on her thighs as I lean over her. The lights forgotten for now.

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