It All Started With Hate

lock | part 1 (e)

"Don't say that," I hissed, but it was weak with the ache buried in my side. "Don't you ever say that, again."

"Mhm?" he returned, innocently. "Jax. My son." A fond expression followed up as he sighed. "I always regretted hurting him, but when I came to and realized that he almost died for you?" A dry laugh left him. "It made me sick to my stomach. You nearly killed your brother—"

The anger made my vision labor for a moment. "You nearly killed your son."

"I'm not about to go back and forth with you, Maggie." He glanced over the house with a small smile. "As I said, though. He's not coming to help you. No one is. Not even that adorable little Rottweiler I hear the Vaudest boy is fond of."

My heart fell to my knees. Fang. "What did you do to him?" That was why he hadn't come to the door. Because, he was possibly...

Panic grasped me. "Did you kill him?"

"God, no. I'm not a monster, Maggie," he chuckled. "The son of a bitch nearly took my hand off, but Ryan warned me so I came ready for the little shit with a sedative. He'll be asleep for the next couple of hours, long enough so that I'll be able to get you out of here easily."

Relief made my bruised lungs a little lighter, but barely. The barely being the end.

He sighed. "Retake your seat, though." He motioned to the sofa. "I'd like to finish our little conversation first. Preferably without your interruptions this time, too."

I didn't want to do shit he said, but it would be more beneficial for me since the knives were probably in the cushions.

As soon as I was sat, my father leaned in even closer. While he did, my fingers dug into the spaces between the cushions.

I nearly burst with relief at the cool, sharp tip of the knife against my fingers. It wasn't large, or small. It was enough.

I kept my eyes on him. "Did you come here to disappoint me with your punches, or for something else?" The more I talked, the better chance I had at getting the knife.

"No..." he muttered to himself, completely oblivious to my doings. His eyes swept over my figure, then returned to me with a grin. "I'm not gonna ruin this pretty face of yours, yet. It'll make me a fortune, now. I'll even make sure to keep you all nice and dazed with heroin to make everything easier on you this time. The boys are gonna need it and this new body of yours for the next couple of weeks, too. I wanna see what made that Vaudest boy so obsessed with you after I left you as damaged as I did."

That familiar panic that that little girl had been endured to rushed into my lungs until they felt like they were full of cement.

I wasn't her, though. She was me, but I wasn't her.

I was going to be honest, though. I was tired of everything. I was scared. I wanted to cry until I couldn't any longer.

I wouldn't, though. Being a crybaby, little trembly bitch was something that I wouldn't ever be for the man in front of me.

My fingers grazed the handle of the knife. All I needed to do was get a good grip. "How did you get in?"

"You tell me." My father shrugged. "You broke Luke's heart, his love and only god knows what else. You left him. Why would he give a shit about you after that?" His snort made my stomach clench with disgust. "I can't even blame him. Why would he settle for someone as low, as used, and as fucked as you, Maggie? You were dumb to consider otherwise." Leaning up from me, he turned to face the door with amusement, but his speech was meant for me, "Maybe he got bored of you, though. Maybe he was the one to give me a key because he wants revenge for his broken heart. Who knows?"