Total pages in book: 260
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
Her head lowers and she slowly pulls and tucks the blanket around her. She hesitantly offers a bit of it to me, which makes my lips tug up into a smirk and I shake my head.
I don’t want to be anything close to warm. The chill keeps me up at night. I nestle my back against the wall and stare straight ahead. She’s close, and hopefully feeling better, but there’s not much else I can do for now. I’ve already started calculating a way to sneak her out. If we both run, he can’t get us both. I just need a chance. How many times have I prayed for just that, only to go unheard?
But Robin isn’t tainted like me. Maybe fate will have mercy on her.
“Sorry,” she barely whispers the word and my eyes are drawn to her as she huddles under the blanket. She doesn’t look at me as I ask, “For what?”
“I didn’t mean to touch you, it’s just so cold,” she answers weakly.
I stare at her a moment, only because it doesn’t feel cold to me really. A little chilly, but then again, maybe she’s not used to this. I snort a humorless laugh, a huff really at the thought and that gets her attention.
When she looks up, her eyes dart to the rip in my shirt.
My father did that on purpose, too. She slowly reaches her hand up and I grab her wrist, my fingers wrapping easily around her as a small gasp comes from her lips. “Don’t,” I warn her, my heart beating wildly.
Her eyes look back down, past the tattered cotton and at the smattering of scars.
“What happened?” she asks me with sadness so evident in her voice.
I want to shove her off my lap, to leave her in this filthy cell. But I don’t. Instead I stay perfectly still until I can lower her arm back down. If I leave her, I have nothing.
She’ll judge me. Pity me. And use me.
But I need her. Without her, I have nothing.
My eyes drift to the cement floor. I should tell her that I don’t know how to really help her. But I can’t.
“I want to leave, Jay,” she says and her eyes beg me as well and I want to tell her I’ll find a way. But I’ll never lie to her.
“I do too,” I tell her the truth. I can give her a small bit of it.
If I can find a way, I’ll make sure she gets out of here.
I swear to it. I’ll do whatever it takes.
It’s the only thing I have to live for anymore.
Prologue
Robin
I can wait here longer than he can stand to stay away. I know that much.
A small grin pulls at my lips as I pick at the thread on the comforter. Always picking and waiting. There’s nothing else to do in this room.
My head lifts at the thought, drawing my eyes to the blinking red light. And he’s always watching. The sight of the camera makes my stomach churn, but only for a moment.
The sound of heavy boot steps walking down the stairs outside the closed door makes my heart race. I stare at the doorknob, willing it to turn and bring him to me.
I’ve waited too long for him.
The sound of the door opening is foreboding. If anyone other than me was waiting for him, I’d assume they’d have terror in their hearts. But I know him. I understand it all. The pain, the guilt. I know firsthand what it’s like when the monster is gone and you only have your own thoughts to fight. Your memories and regrets. It’s all-consuming.
And there’s no one who can understand you. No one you trust, whose words you can believe are genuine and not just disguised pity.
But he knows me, and I know him. Far too well; our pain is shared.
His broad shoulders fill the doorway and his dark eyes meet mine instantly. He barely touches the door and it closes behind him with a loud click that’s only a hair softer than my wildly beating heart.
It’s hard to swallow, but I do. And I ignore the heat, the quickened breath. I push it all down as he walks toward me, closing the space with one heavy step at a time.
He stops in front of me, but doesn’t hesitate to cup my chin in his large hand and I lean into his comforting touch. I know to keep my own hands down though and I grip the comforter instead of him.
It’s a violent pain that rips through me, knowing how scarred he is. So much so, that I have to hold back everything. I’m afraid of my words, my touch. He’s so close to being broken beyond repair and I only want to save him, but I don’t know how.