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“Where the fuck is my sister?” My words echoed off of the walls.
Timothy had the fucking audacity to click his tongue at me and shake his head.
Fucking prick.
“Father was right, you were beyond saving. Tainted too much by the outside world because you had been out there for too long. If only he could see you now.” His tone was full of hate and disgust. “Living with a man in sin. Tell me, will you cry forhimnow that he is dead? Does it hurt you to know that you will never see him again? Or worse, that he will burn in hell for the rest of eternity? But then again, it is not so bad, because you will join him there one day.”
Wow. I had nothing because that was some messed up shit. I shouldn’t have been surprised, though. I mean, look what he came from. His father’s actions that had shown his evil and hate that night long ago and I had no doubt that it passed down to his son. Those actions that would forever haunt me.
“Fuck this. And fuck you,” I said, my tone was one that said that I was all done with this shit.
I knew he wasn’t going to tell me anything. I was done. I didn’t care what happened to me after this, I just needed it done. For Brighton. For Ingram. For Chris.
I reached behind my back and pulled out my gun. In a blink, I had the safety flipped off and then I pulled the trigger.
“No,” my mother screamed as she jumped in front of Timothy.
I didn’t stop to think about what had just happened. I fired, counting each shot as they went off. Timothy’s shocked body jerked, and my mother’s lifeless body bounced on his lap with each one. Then he fell limp and I knew it was done.
“Son,” Ronald called and my eyes slid over to look at him.
“I’m not your son. You brought us into this world and you didn’t protect us. I am Ingram’s family. I will protect her like family should.”
I fired my last shot into his brain, his head flying back letting me know I’d hit my mark. Then his body crumbled to the ground. I didn’t give them another moment of my time. Fuck them.
I ran back to Chris and dropped down by his body. I checked for a pulse and breathed a sigh of relief when I found one. I picked up my phone with all intentions of calling for help. An ambulance would have taken too long, plus there was the little thing of the three dead bodies not far away.
Feeling like I had no other choice, I grabbed his keys out of the bowl then I carefully hauled his body up and rushed out the door.
“Hold on for me,” I whispered and kissed his head then placed him in the back seat.
I whipped the car in and out of traffic trying to get off the beach as fast as I could. The closest hospital was in the middle of the city and normally it would have taken close to thirty minutes to get there.
“What’s going on, Ky?” Iron answered in a gruff voice on the second ring.
“On my way to the hospital with Chris. I can’t explain now, but Ingram has been taken. Get Cable to track her phone, maybe she has it on her. Also, there are three bodies that need cleaning in the house.” The words rushed out of me so fast that I wondered if he’d gotten everything.
“Well, fuck. Alright. I’ll meet you at the hospital after I get this handled. You okay?”
“Chris has been stabbed. But I’m fine. I don’t know about Ingram…”
“We’ll get her, brother, don’t you worry. Bodies?”
“My parents and…the baby’s father,” I said because it was the easiest explanation I could give right then. I imagined his eyebrows were probably shooting up to his hairline at that statement. I basically just admitted to killing my parents. Sure, I hadn’t said that outright, but it was woven there and I knew he was a smart enough man to read my tone.
“I’ll handle it, you can fill me in later. See you soon.”
He dropped the call and I let my phone slip from my grasp as I put both hands on the wheel.
The blood was dry and tight on my hands. I felt myself starting to break down and I knew I had to hold it together. I had to get Chris help, there was no way he could leave me. Not now. And Ingram. I could only imagine how scared she must have been. Fuck. How did I manage to mess everything up so fucking bad?
“Help!” I screamed as I jumped out of the car at the emergency exit. “Help over here!”
A nurse that had been sitting off to the side jumped up and came rushing over.
“What happened, sir?” she asked switching into professional mode.
“He was stabbed in the stomach and he has a cut on his throat.”
