Page 120 of Mr. Edwards
He reaches down and palms his dick through his trousers as he speaks, and I cover my ears and clench my eyes closed. I’m not only trying to block out his words but the mental images they bring. The one blessing he spared me from all those years ago, were the details. That’s something I’ve always been thankful for.
Even though I can no longer see him, I flinch when I feel the cold metal against my skin, as the barrel of the gun tracks a path down the side of my face.
“You’re all grown up now.” He pushes his body flushwith mine, and I can feel his erection digging into my lower back. His free hand reaches up to palm one of my breasts. “I like the idea of my nephew getting my sloppy seconds.” His warm breath against my skin makes me want to hurl.
My body may be immobile, but my mouth doesn’t seem to have an issue. “You’re a sick fuck.”
“And you’re about to get a bullet through that pretty little head of yours if you don’t shut the fuck up.” He jams the gun into my temple to emphasize his threat. “Now, here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to collect your things and leave, ceasing all further contact with Grayson.”
“You can’t ask me to do that.”
“I wasn’t asking, bitch.”
He snickers like the sadistic psycho he is as his free hand fists a clump of my hair. It hurts, and I want to cry out from the sting, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction. When he starts dragging me across the room, my scrambled brain is frantically searching for a way out of this mess.
“I won’t tell anyone what you did to me; I promise.”
“I have a wife and kids to protect, a life I love, so I’m not taking chances. Up,” he says, shoving me toward the rung of the ladder. “One false move and I’ll not only kill you, and fuck your corpse, I’ll make lover boy watch before he suffers the same fate.”
“You’d kill your own flesh and blood?”
“Without batting an eyelid.” I see the truth in his eyes, and it makes my blood run cold. It’s one thing to hurt me, but I can’t let him do that to Grayson. “You know there’s nothing that will stop me from getting what I want… I’m sure you remember how I got my hands on you. And what a glorious moment that was. Besides, that boy’s a spitting image of his dear old dad, and for that reason, I’ve always despised him. I only spent time with him when he was a kid, because I knew my brother would turn over in his grave seeing me interact with his precious family.”
His lips curve into a smile, proving yet again just how deranged this man is.
He shoves the gun into my back, indicating with the tilt of his head that he wants me to start climbing. I hesitantly do what he’s asking. I’ll do anything he says if it keeps Grayson safe.
I reach the top and maneuver myself onto the landing of the loft, remaining on my hands and knees. I glance over my shoulder and see Jason standing on the top rung of the ladder. I could easily extend my leg backward and with enough force kick him off, where he’d hopefully fall to his death on the ground below, but when I notice the gun in his hand is now trained toward the bed where the love of my life sleeps, a completely different kind of fear envelops me.
I need to gather my things without waking Grayson and get the hell out of here. I refuse to do anything that will jeopardize his safety, even if doing so could potentially save my own life. That’s what true love is right? It’s making sacrifices for the people you care about.
Once I’ve packed everything up, I chance one last glance over at the bed. Will this be the last time I ever see him? My heart hurts at the thought. I cover my mouth with my hand, to muffle the sob, as I make my way back toward the ladder.
As soon as I step down off the last rung, with my backpack slung over my shoulder, Jason wraps his hand around my upper arm and starts dragging me toward the front door.
I can’t sneak out like this, not without doing something to stop Grayson from coming after me. “You know he’s going to look for me when he wakes. He’s not going to accept I’ve left, especially without an explanation.”
Jason pauses, letting my words settle in before turning and moving us toward the kitchen. When we get there, he opens the top drawer and retrieves a notepad and pen, slapping it down onto the countertop.
“Leave him a note.”
“I-I don’t know what to say.” My voice cracks as I speak.
I hate that I’m showing him my weakness. My hands may be lethal weapons, but in a matter of minutes, I’ve been reduced to the helpless child he once took advantage of.
“I don’t give a fuck what you say to him, just do it,” he snarls, digging the gun into the side of my head. “Now!”
So many words run through my mind, but nothing I write will be able to convey the heartache and loss I’m feeling.
I’m sorry that my mother’s poor choices have again ruined my life.
I’m sorry that this piece of shit is a relative of yours.
I’m sorry that I’m forced to break your heart, but the reality is you’ve always been too good for me anyway.
I want to rip this motherfucker’s heart out with my bare hands. If it wasn’t for the immediate threat to the man I love, who’s lying upstairs blissfully unaware of the havoc that’s about to rain down on his life, I wouldn’t hesitate to do just that. Something inside me breaks when I think about what Grayson’s going to face when he finally wakes. He doesn’t deserve this.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Jason grumbles, slapping the pen into my chest.
