“Hasn’t he gotten the hint?” Barren says, annoyed to hell if his fidgeting is anything to go by.
“Obviously not, bro. He wouldn’t still be sending shit to our girl if that were the case,” Cord responds, shaking his head at Bear.
“Just…let’s go inside and get this over with,” I grumble, moving past them and walking through the door, heading straight into the living room.
Flopping onto the couch, I wait for the five of them to get settled before Lukas hands me the box.
“Are you sure you want to open that, Angel?” Ollie asks me, and I shake my head.
“I never want to open any of them, but I have to know.” Taking a deep breath, I lift the lid off the box, and instantly regret it.
Image after image of Dad floods the top.
I feel the silent tears fall as I sift through them, seeing the pain on his face before coming to the picture of the knife in his thigh.
“I hate him!” I whisper, anger taking over my every thought as I come across a letter. This time it’s covered in streaks of blood as I open it.
“Scratch, maybe you shouldn’t,” Lukas squeezes my knee, but I shake him off. I have to.
Little Dove,
I tried so hard to be welcoming to you. I even bought you these beautiful flowers to represent my feelings for you. To show you I care. And how do you repay me?
By continually defying my orders, and not coming with me willingly.
I’m disappointed in you, Dove. Our union could have been so much easier if you hadn’t chosen to ignore me.
You will be mine, Haliee. That, I can promise you. I’m almost past the patience to make sure you’re not suffering, Dove. Be smart about this.
Until then, know that these petals are withering and bloody because of you. It’s a great representation of my withering patience, and willingness to give you time.
I will never force myself on you, but I will force your hand and give you an ultimatum if it comes to that.
I didn’t follow you all these years to give up now.
Be smart, Dove.
- D