Page 35 of Cursed to Be Mine
Ten
HER
“Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.”
As those two words keep tumbling out of Scarlett’s mouth, I want to tell her to shut the fuck up. I get that she’s scared, but so am I, and I’m not anywhere near as annoying as her.
But my body’s shaking too much to handle words, so instead, I just squeeze the steering wheel between my left palm, my gun still in the other, and suck in one deep breath after another. The van rattles over the narrow dirt road, hitting bumps and holes indiscriminately as I hold a high speed, gaining us distance as fast as possible. The wind stings my eyes through the shattered windshield, but I don’t dare slow.
We could’ve died.
I will die.
That thing crawled out of the mirror and touched me. A reaper marking my death in twenty-four hours.Holy fucking shit.My arms tremble as my eyes dart to the rearview mirror. It stays glossy still. Nothing ripples across its surface. Nothing reaches through. Not even a werewolf darts across its reflection chasing us.
Life is normal.
It’s just us that’s acting crazy.
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy – Those werewerewolves!” my daughter trembles beside me, blood gushing down her face. I glance at her before my eyes latch back on to the mirror.
Still normal.
My shaking doesn’t stop.
“Has anyone ever survived seeing one come out?”
“Not that I’m aware of.”
Fuck…
Fuck!
I don’t want to die yet. I’m too young, only fifty-one. And Scarlett, this world needs me. Not many people know about the monsters lurking in the dark. And tonight, we lost so many. I can’t go yet. I’m too important. I’m the mayor of this fucking town. I’m not some lackey the world just forgets about. I’m not some overweight college student who’s failing all her classes.
My hand squeezes the wheel.
My breaths come out short and sharp.
Pain squeezes my lungs as I look back at my daughter.
Maybe it wasn’t here for me.
Maybe it was here for her and just got confused…
That makes more sense.
All she does is spend her day in her room sleeping.
She doesn’t contribute to society.
She doesn’t do anything.
She isn’timportant.
Tears burn my eyes.
Crazy talk.
