Page 56 of Pray for Scars
She holds my gaze. Finishes her sentence: “About my brother.”
Silence between us. She glances up at the high ceiling, the chandelier above our head. As if she didn’t just try to rip my fucking heart in two. I know she’s bullshitting me, shehas to be, but even still…
Fuck her.
I lunge for her, and her face turns up in a snarl.
There she is.The angry girl. The violent god. The orphan with nothing and no one but herself to stand up for her.
But she’s not the only one who can get angry.
She kicks and screams but I have my arms wrapped around hers, pining her hands to her sides as she yells and curses me, her back against my chest once more.
“Shh,” I say against her ear. “Shh, Lilith. No one is coming to save you.”
She scratches at my wrists, my forearms, kicks against the wall, tries to slam her head back against my nose but she’s too short.
“Shh,” I say, louder. “It’s okay, Lilith. I’m not going to hurt you.”
She stills. At that lie, she stills. Because she recognizes it for what it is, and she probably wonders why I’d bother.
I brush her hair from her neck with my nose, breathing her in. My cock hardens again against her back, but I don’t press against her any more than I already am. I just inhale her scent. Maybe for the last time.
Her. Jeremiah.
I want to hurt them both.
“Why did you do it?” I whisper against her ear. “Did you let him put his hands all over you in exchange for my secrets?”
She tenses in my arms.
“He told me,”she snarls. She’s breathing hard. “He told me you were looking for me that night. He told me you were going to give me to your father. He…” She trails off, and I hear her swallow. “He saved me.”
My grip around her tightens. “You didn’t really fuck him, did you baby girl?” I hate that my voice is hoarse.
She doesn’t answer me.
I dig my nails into her neck.
Slowly, she shakes her head.
I close my eyes, relief washing over me. Relief, and dread.
“I’m sorry you had to learn that from him.”
I’m sorry your piece of shit non-brother fucked you up.
“I’m sorry if you think I’m a horrible person.”
I am a horrible person.
“I’m sorry if you hate me.”
I hope you hate me. You won’t be so surprised when they get to you.
“But I’ll never let anyone take you from me.”
They’re going to take you from me.
