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I’m going to fucking kill her.
She either killedmyfucking baby, or she got pregnant byhim.
Either way, she’s fucking dead.
I exit the bathroom and do another quick scan of her room, and I also look under her bed because she likes to hide her scrawny little ass under there sometimes, but I still don’t see her.
Where the fuck could she be? I sent her to her room ten, maybe twenty, minutes ago. I was in my office down the fucking hall, so it makes no sense for her to not be in her room. I sent her to her room and then I locked—
Fuck.
I didn’t fucking lock her in. But still. I would have heard her if she left, right?
Shit…
I run out of her room and into my own. I jump on my bed and scoot across it to yank open my bedside drawer and when I find it fucking empty, I know what the hell she did.
I rush down the stairs, almost tripping halfway down before I catch myself on the wall on my left. I quickly right myself before jumping over the last four steps. I shift my gaze from the floor to in front of me again. What I see has my heart dropping.
My eyes fixate on the open door in front of me, taunting me. The cool morning breeze is wet as it blows through the doorway, but it does nothing to cool my overheated skin. I’m only reminded she’s in possession of something that felt bitterly cold against my temple at a time or two in my life.
Blood rushes through my ears as I keep staring at the door, willing her to come back through it. Just waiting for her to use her fucking brain and come back. But deep,deep,down inside of me, I know she’s running—again. I don’t fucking know where she thinks she is going to go on foot, but I’m up for the chase.
I straighten my posture as I slowly stalk towards the door. My fists are clenched at my sides as I move, and when I reach the doorway, I peer out, roaming my eyes across the massive expanse of my yard. Essa is nowhere to be seen, but footsteps imprinted in the wet dirt and grass only means one thing…
She ran into the woods again.
Stupid fucking mistake for a stupid fucking girl.
She knows I know those woods like the back of my own fucking hand but if she wants me to chase her, then chase her I will.
Only this time, it’s ending with one of us losing their fucking life.
And it’s not going to be me.
