Page 48 of Dare You to Catch Me
“I'm afraid to ask.”
“Don't be babe, own it. Don't fight the crazy, it will only eat you alive.” Bear confidently states. A playful laugh escapes my throat as I say. “I feel psychotic sometimes; like what was I fucking thinking stepping up to my father's gun like I did?”
“You weren't. You have to learn to control that. Your father will give you practice.”
“How so?” I ask.
“If you go in there and retaliate now, you have to pull away from him. Or you'll kill him and regret not giving him the proper torture he deserves. How you wanted.”
“How?”
“Remember everything he did, and tell yourself, this isn't enough, he deserves more pain; you have to find the strength and pullyourself off. Keep your mind focused on your plan, what you've longed to do, and turn your fucking emotions off.” His words are swallowed by my ears and kept locked in my brain. That's just what I needed to hear.I'm fucking ready.
Bear's words ring in my head. Hitting me harder than I expect them to, but I know what I need to do, I need to fill this pain in my heart with revenge.
I open the door, and my eyes immediately fall on my father tied to a chair in front of me. My eyes travel over, looking up at Ace. “Having fun without me again?”
He chuckles with his words. “No, I was actually just leaving.”
“Stay awhile, I think it's time we start playing some games.” I look over at my father and his lip curls to a snarl as his darkened eyes pierce mine. “Show me what you got Princess.”
“Eww, don't call me that.” I hissed. My gaze falls on a wooden bat laying on the table, along with many other weapons which pulls a devious smirk to my face.
Perfect, a few good swings should get some of this frustration out.
I walk to the table, wrapping my hand around the smooth wooden bat. I pick it up, doing a good twirl with it as I walk back over in front of my father. He looks up and meets my gaze and the question that is most important to me, shouts from my mouth. “Why? Why were you such a miserable bastard that hated me so much? I did everything you asked of me!” He says nothing, his darkened eyes hold their deadly gaze on me, and a huff escapes my throat before I nod.Okay.
Taking the bat in both hands I turn my body, before I swing the bat with every ounce of strength I have across my father's already shattered knees.
“FUCK!” He groans.
“ANSWER ME!” I swing again. This time across his stomach, ripping the air from his lungs. His head falls forward and I reachout, entangling his hair between my fingers, I tug, snapping his head back, making him look me in the eyes as the words hiss from my tongue. “You will feel every ounce of pain I have felt since I was a little girl. It started when I was six with you. When you smacked me, giving me my first black eye, because you tripped over my BIKE!”
His words painfully whisper out. “You left it in my way.”
“I WAS SIX!” I bark the words before the bat swings across his stomach again, leaving a deafening thud when the bat meets his gut. My father bellows in pain and it brings a smile to my face. Blood pools at the corners of his mouth turning my smile to a fucking grin. “Does it hurt? Good!” His eyes roll with annoyance. “You don't have much to say now, do you? How does it make you feel seeing me like this? Are you fucking proud of this?” The questions spit from my mouth before my fist connects with his jaw. His head snaps to the side before it snaps back, his eyes meeting mine and his words whispering out with a cold heartless meaning to them. “I could never be proud of you.”
I try to fight the urge to explode, to lose my control, thinking of Bear's words, I don't want to kill him yet, I want to pay him back. I tell myself to breath as I stare into his eyes, clenching my teeth so fucking hard I'm scared I might break them, fitting thelose controlvoice in my head so fucking hard. But it consumes me and I unleash every bit of pain I am feeling on my fathers face. His head snaps from left to right with every left and right hook I give, watching my father's eyes roll to the back of his head.
ACE
Bear and I stand here watching Emma give her father his torture. But listening to her rips my fucking heart out. You can hear the pain in her voice every time it cracks, the flames that feed off her back with rage that eats her alive.
Bear growls beside me as he watches her. Her words of her being six when this started gets under both our skin. The urge to join her and rip her father limp for limp consumes me, but I bite my tongue and let her handle this; this is fueling the fire I have inside me for Luca.
I'm shocked her weapon of choice was a bat tonight. I thought she might go for those knives again and start slicing him to pieces but she has her plan and she will get everything she needs from this.
She hits him across the stomach with that bat wrapped in her hands, ripping agonizing groan after groan from his throat.
“That's right girl.” I hear Bear whisper under his breath as he watches her intently with a smile on his face. He told me about their talk when she came looking for me about her outbursts, we both know what she needs. She has to learn to control the Devil in her.You will not hear from my mouth again that she doesn't know the ways of the world we live in, she does, very well. But what she knows in knowledge she doesn't know in controlling what is consuming her, and that's dangerous.
Her madness is justifiable in every way, but it's clouding her judgement, her control, and who she really is; she has to find that again.
“You better stop her now or she's going to kill him, Ace.”
“Let her.”
He shakes his head. “She kills him now she will carry that regret the rest of her life and you know that.”
