Page 13 of Scarred Sins
Bitter, rough tears coat my eyelashes as I lower my head on the steering wheel. The tears slide down my cheek, falling onto the dark material of my pants, creating wet patches. Even the voices in my head are silent, not daring to interrupt the tears of pain that don’t seem to be stopping anytime soon.
I take a deep breath, lifting my head up and leaning back into the seat.
Right now, my mind is made up.
I’m going to New York. I find the nearest airport and make my way toward it, with determination flowing through my veins.
William Emmerson will regret the day he dared to touch me; the day he started paying my mother and stepfather to use my body. And every single man that came after him, I remember them all. I remember their faces, their jobs, and their names. I remember every time they’d come to my room, ignore my cries and pleas, and use me the way they wanted to.
They will never do it again. I’ll make sure of that.
Amy Marshall was lovely. She gave me some peace for a while and provided me with a job, a safe environment, and a roof over my head. She gave me a clean slate, and although it wasn’t forever, the three years she gave me were the safest I’ve ever felt. I’ll never forget what it’s like to be Amy, and wherever the real Amy ended up in the afterlife, I hope she’s doing okay.
The plan starts to form in my mind.
It won’t be easy. It’s not perfect, and I need to work on it, but the general idea lingers in my head.
The girl that killed her mother and stepfather at eighteen, after years of assault, torture, and abuse they put her through, is the only one that can do this. The girl that had her innocence, childhood, and sanity forcefully stripped away from her has been asleep for too long.
The thought of bathing in their blood, of having all of them on their knees, begging me to spare their lives, is exhilarating. It gives me a profound need to live; and oddly enough, the effects are immediate.
I can almost feel their agony on my fingertips. I can almost imagine the taste of their blood on my tongue. The picture appears behind my closed lids, and it’s enough for me to push forward.
It’s time to awaken the girl that spent the last three years locked away.
Blair Hawke is back, and may the Lord help those who stand in her way.
FOUR
“Hudson, get your ass in here and see what your son has done with himself!”
That’s exactly the reaction I expected. I started bleaching my hair when I was ten years old, per my aunt’s suggestion. No one thought it would stick, but here I am, twelve years later, with white hair on my head. Though, that’s not what shocks her. Her eyes narrow as I grin widely.
“Hi, Mama.’’
“Get that thing out of your mouth, right this instant.’’
Carefully, as if not to poke the bear, I approach her and wrap my arms around her. Her head rests on my chest, and I stroke her back softly. She’s confused for a moment, choosing to stay silent. Though she can’t resist her son’s hugs, she immediately hugs me back.
“Now, why would you put a gem on your tooth?”
She steps back, and I shoot her a boyish grin, the diamond tooth gem shining on my right canine. My canines have always been extraordinarily sharp, so why not make them stand out even more? Besides, it looks insanely good on me.
Not to toot my own horn, but it makes me look handsome as fuck. And Blair deserves a handsome man by her side.
“You can’t tell me it doesn’t look good and not lie.’’
Mom rolls her eyes, urging me inside. The only things I brought with me are my devices and a few of my favorite weapons because I have everything else here. In fact, Mom keeps the top floor of the house squeaky clean just in case I decide to move back in with them.
That’s not happening.
I moved out as soon as I turned eighteen, going to university to get a degree in business all while working with Dad. The moment I stepped into the wild and tasted the intoxicating flavor of freedom, I didn’t want to be chained down again.
Unless Blair decides she wants to settle down.
In which case, she can tie me down to a chair, and I’ll thank her.
“You do realize that you could’ve done something better with your time than get a tooth piercing, right?”
