Page 134 of Accepting Fate
"Mike. I really love telling you this, but you aren’t going anywhere. You’ll stay up there until I get the answers I rightfully deserve and then I’ll let you fill in the rest.”
Wes steps in closer to me and hands me a knife with a wooden handle. My eyes go wide and he shifts his eyes to Mike, who looks like he’s about to piss himself. I clue into what he’s trying to do and grip the knife in my hand. Wes is trying to tell me to stay strong and make Mike feel the same fear he has made me feel for so long.
I can do this.
Giving him my best unbothered stare, I say, "If you don’t give me what I want, I will recreate on your disgusting body every single scar that you put on mine.”
"Damn,” someone says behind me, but I’m not sure who it is.
Mike tries to hide his obvious fear. "You won’t do shit, Princess. You know who you belong to.”
I don’t hesitate and circle around to his back. Thankfully, Wes had the decency to leave his pants on. I really don’t want to see what disgusting thing sits in this asshole’s pants. From this angle, I can see a bump on the giant bruise from Harper’s tire iron.
I run the blade down his back. "You’re right, Mike. I do belong to someone. Myself. I may have had help, but I survived your abuse by teaching myself that I was more than the girl who let her stepfather beat the shit out of her.” With that, I slash the blade against his lower back, creating a deep enough cut for it to slowly bleed.
Mike howls in pain and I love it.
I avoid making eye contact with Grayson and return to my spot next to Wes, who has a small smile on his face.
"So, what do you say? Are you ready to answer some questions or shall I cut some more?”
He doesn’t respond and spits in my face. Luckily, I see it coming and move out of the way.
Grayson steps up and Wes walks over to the table and explores for a new weapon.
"Spit on her again and I will rip your fucking balls off and shove them in your mouth,” Grayson growls, inches from Mike’s face. Mike smiles but I don’t miss the twitch in his left eye as Gray backs away.
Wes chooses a baseball bat and returns to my side, motioning for me to step back. He swings the bat over his shoulder and hits Mike right in the stomach.
"You will treat her with respect or the next one is to your face.”
Mike coughs and spits blood on the ground. Wes nods, signaling me to continue.
There is no sense in asking why he hit me or my mom. I don’t care to listen to some sick perverted answer.
"How did you find me?” I ask, starting out with the easiest question.
I have been more than careful and, honestly, have no idea how he found me after so many years.
Despite all the pain he has endured so far, he still smiles and I know I’m really going to hate his answer.
"Well, I was very mad that you ran from me. I admit, it took a while. You are very good at our little hide-and-seek game, but eventually, I found out where you went to college.”
No. No. Please no.
"I found your little family that took you in. The Evans were very tight-lipped and said they didn’t know anything. But I didn’t believe them, obviously, so I killed them.”
My heart sinks and my legs threaten to give out, a new level of pain washes over my entire body. Grayson’s arms wrap around my middle and hold me up as tears stream down my face against my will.
He fucking killed my adoptive parents. That means they haven’t been on a cruise this entire time and they have been dead at the expense of me.
It doesn’t make sense. I got an email from them last week with a photo of their view from the cruise ship.
Wait…
My thoughts are spiraling. Does that mean…Allie!
I break from Grayson's hold. "Where’s Allie?”