Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 159420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
But when my sister tells me the truth, the real truth about what happened sixteen years ago, why our parents died and why she went away, it feels like someone has lit the match again. It feels like my scars, scabbed over and healed, have once again been sliced open. They’re pulsing and raw, still on fire.
And my sister knows it. Not only because she knows me, but also because she may be feeling the same pain. Same fire, same devastation. Because her fingers are tight in my hand and she asks, “R-Rad? Are you… are you mad at me? For—”
“No,” I say, or more like snap, even though that wasn’t my intention. I also squeeze her hand back harder than I should. And Jesus Christ, it’s so easy. So fucking easy to slip back into my angry shell. So easy to turn violent and furious and push everything and everyone away, go on a fucking rampage. But I’ve realized a lot in the last forty-eight hours. And one of the things I’ve realized is that the time for violence will come. The time for revenge will come too.
Revenge on both Hank Turner and that cockroach Anderson, who thought they could use my past against me and for land, no less. My anger, my biggest weakness. They thought they could turn me into a true monster who kills the princess in the end. That’s the part I’m still struggling with the most, the part they copped to as soon as I let my fists fly on them. I already knew why they’d picked me to do their dirty work, but their ultimate game plan still sends chills down my spine. It still makes my gut churn, my blood boil. It makes me want to abandon everything and everyone so I can go and snuff the life out of them. The fact that they thought they could take her away from me and make it look like I did it, like I hurt the girl I love. Me. And it would’ve looked plausible too. Because that’s how I’ve led my life, haven’t I? Refusing to move on. In any case, by the time I’m done, death will be a mercy for them both.
For now, I need to stay calm. I need to stay present. I need to be the man my sister needs. I can be a monster later.
So I inhale long and deep before saying, my voice calm and sedate, “Not at you. Never at you.”
A relieved breath escapes her and she nods. Then, “Are you… going to kill him?”
She doesn’t have to specify who. “Yes.”
Another breath goes through her and this time, her nod is fierce. “Good.” Then, “I only made you promise not to before because I didn’t want you going after him and… having something happen to you. I didn’t know how else to p-protect you. I didn’t—”
“You’re stayin’ here,” I say, cutting her off, my voice once again rough. “You aren’t leavin’. I shouldn’t have let you go. Back then. I shouldn’t have…” I swallow hard, my body shaking, straining due to my anger, the past pain. “Shouldn’t have let you be alone. Shoulda been there for you, for my sister. So you’ll stay here, do you understand? At Rawhide. With family. No more convent; no more nothin’. Here. You’ll stay here.”
I probably should take the time to say more things. To explain things clearly and in a way that she knows I mean it with my whole heart, my whole fucking body. But I don’t have it in me right now. To be gentle or tenderhearted.
And she doesn’t need it anyhow because she nods, her eyes swimming with tears, her smile trembling. Then, “She told me you’d say that.”
Her words feel like a kick to my gut and my muscles clench. Yeah, she’d know. Somehow, she always knows things I want to say before I say them.
“Are you going to bring her here too?” Lynnie asks.
“Yeah,” I say simply.
I am.
I wanted to bring her back with me the moment I found her in that room. I wanted to tell her too. So many things. All the things I realized while looking for her. That was the longest stretch of time I’ve gone without seeing her since I first saw her all those months ago. Eight months, one week, four days, and seventeen hours.
But when she made her choice known, that she wanted to go with her brother, I decided to act like a fucking man for once and let her. I wanted to honor her wishes. Maybe give her some time with him. For all his failures, her brother did end up helping us find her, so I thought maybe he deserved a little respite, maybe a day or two with his sister. But I guess eighteen hours will have to do. Because I can’t wait any longer. To take her, to steal her away one last time so I can bring her back where she belongs.