Page 39 of Princess Redeemed
Fuck.
That’s what he meant when he said “impossible.”
Not like I was hiding it.I did say that.It’s not a damned secret.
What irks me more is the slut shaming.I hate that anything he says affects me, but he decided long ago who and what I was, and then he convinced my mother it was true.
It was never true.It still isn’t.
But still…
Still the anger quickens in me.Rage races along my spine.
No!
I can’t let him get to me.I can’t.I must think of my child.Of Rogan’s child.
“It never gets old, does it?”I chide.“Calling me a slut.”
“I call them as I see them.”
“You never sawme, Richard.You never knew me.I was a thorn in your side from day one, and you did everything you could to turn my own mother against me.”
He lifts a thin eyebrow.“Seems I was successful.”
“In the short term, yes.But not in the long term.She’s beginning to see you for who and what you are.Manipulative.Disgusting.Evil.”
He scoffs.“And now you’re blessing her with some kind of mutant hybrid for a grandchild.She’ll love you for that.”
My heartbeat increases, and adrenaline spikes through me.My jaw tightens, and I clench my fists.A searing pain surges through my belly, but I ignore it, remain upright.
My vision blurs.Everything around me—Richard’s lair—is nothing but haze as I focus my gaze solely on his wrinkled face, his evil smile.
I breathe in.
The pain.
The baby.
I can’t let him affect my baby.
Evil exudes from this man, as if black snakes are slithering inside him.
“My mother will love this child,” I say with defiance.
He sneers.“Like she lovedyou?”
All sense flees my body.In a black rage, I rush toward my stepfather.His leg appears injured, and he’s lying in a bed of ash.
And he’s mine.He’s mine to dispose of.The world will be a better place without him.My mother will be a better person without him.
God knows I’ll have a better life without him.
I take even steps, breathing in and out, calming my nerves to protect my child, but at the same time allowing my adrenaline to do its job, to increase my strength.Then I allow my thoughts to do the rest.
My thoughts…
My history…
