Page 72 of Sinister Legacy
I’m numb.
Blissfully numb.
“Hand me the fucking spade, or I’ll blow your brains out.”
It’s a herculean task to lift it up to him where he crouches at the top of the hole while looking down at me.
Liam stands up, pockets his gun, and starts to shovel mud on top of me. The panic is back and swarming my chest before I can stop it. I throw myself against the side of the grave to escape the dusting of dirt tossed into the hole. Mud crumbles away beneath my fingers as I claw at the wall in my bid to climb up. I can’t do it. The hole I dug is too deep, and I’m too weak.
“This is what you get for being a cheap whore,” he taunts, tossing more wet mud at me.
I splutter and cover my face while sliding to my butt in the dirt. “Stop, Liam. Please, stop.”
“Why don’t you tell me all about how good it felt to fuck King in my bed, huh?”
More mud rains over me, and I roll into a ball.
It’s a nightmare. Nothing more than a bad nightmare.
“Did you not think I would find out, babe? Or did you secretly wish for this? For me to bury you alive out in the woods, where no one will find you?”
“Please, stop,” I whimper, my cheeks coated in tears, mud, and rain.
“Maybe it was a cry for help.”
Shooting to my aching feet, I point an accusing finger at him. “Fuck you, Liam! You don’t know shit. Does this make you feel good, huh? To see me scared and begging for my life? You wanna kill me,babe?”I taunt. Fuck it, at this point, I have nothing left to lose. “Then go ahead. Do it. Kill me.”
He shovels more dirt on me, but I stand my ground even as wet mud fills my mouth. He keeps shoveling, and the rain keeps falling while I silently cry.
Just when I think he’ll never stop, he stands up, cocks his gun, and takes aim.
Bang!
Letting out a startled scream, I begin to sob all over again. I want to be strong, but how can I when he tortures me like this?
I always wanted to die, longed for it even. But this…
Liam disappears from view, and I wait.
I wait as the moon rises high in the sky, and an owl starts to hoot in the distance. I’m broken beyond repair, convinced he’ll let me freeze to death in the middle of nowhere, by the time he finally shows his face.
He helps me out of the hole and takes me back to his car with a warm hand clasped around the back of my neck. As soon as we’re strapped in, he starts the engine and says, “If you ever so much as look at another guy, Iwillbury you alive in that grave. That’s a fucking promise. Don’t test me.”
And I believe him.
If I ever betray him again, it’ll be the last thing I do.
Ilike how pliant my girlfriend is over the next couple of days. When I try to fuck her before school, she lets me. Okay, so she lies there and stares at the window like the thought of watching me fuck her is appalling, but I find that I strangely like that, too.
What I don’t like is how her eyes seek out King’s empty chair at school. What the hell will it take to get that fucker out of her head? Maybe I should simply pluck out her eyes so that all she’ll know is me.
Seated beside Amanda and Chris, Madison is watching me strangely across the table. It seems like I’m the only one who doesn’t give a shit that the loser kid, Kit, is missing. We’re not even friends with that group of kids, so it’s beyond me why everyone at my table is so demure.
“You haven’t let her out of your sight for days,” Madison says, flicking her gaze from me to the girl on my lap.
“What’s your point?” I ask, popping a fry into my mouth. Keira is still staring at King’s empty chair, and the urge to shove my fingers into her eyeballs returns.
“Yeah, what’s your point?” Cassie asks tiredly, dropping her silver fork to her plate. It clinks loudly in the silence that reigns over our table.
