CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN
When we broke out of the treeline that showed the start of civilization, I took a deep breath.
I didn't know how much I missed that. Although the forest was peaceful and I'd spent only a few days in it, seeing familiar buildings and roads gave me a nostalgic feeling.
But all that was overshadowed by dread.
I was about to attempt murder and if I succeed at it, I'll be miserable forever and if I don't? Well let's say I didn't want to think about it. This mission must succeed and I must exert my revenge.
Immediately we got to where the guys needed to disperse, I was dropped from the car and when I was sure they'd gone far enough, I dialed the number that had terrorized me in the past few days.
We had perfected the story of what I'd say if he asked me any questions and it was as close to the truth as possible.
Only as the number rang, I knew they were moving camp, to where I had no idea about and I'll only be able to see my sister again if this succeeded.
“Hello?” I heard his voice on the phone and at first, I was speechless.
Unable to say a word, my heart breaking at the sound of his voice, he cut the call.
I was sitting in a diner and had covered my face as much as possible but I knew I needed to do this as soon as possible or random strangers would figure out my identity and this would turn into a mess.
So I cleaned my tears and tried again.
“Hello Xavier,” I said into the phone immediately I heard it click.
My voice was shaky but I was able to get my message across and in no time, a flurry of cars arrived at the diner, bringing with it a crowd of onlookers.
The shock on the faces of the people in the diner would have been hilarious if I wasn't the subject of it as I took off my covering.
I probably looked like crap with everything I'd gone through in the past four going on five days now.
My hair was unkempt, my eyes were swollen from not sleeping and I couldn't do shit to control my nerves; my fingers were constantly doing something. Tapping, scratching or getting bit.
When Xavier walked down from the car, I was confused.
In the video he'd been sending, he looked quite alright; like he was well rested and having the time of his life killing my father and hurting my mother.
But from this point of view, it was as though he'd been the one in the forest and not me.
“Mia Cara, I've missed you so much,” he said to me and I walked past him into the car, ignoring the looks we got from the myriad of people gathered.
Was he actually expecting me to be all over him after what he'd just done? What sort of thought process did he have that made it seem like a plausible thing to expect from someone he'd just murdered her father?
I felt the poison in the pin I'd used to bind my hair dig into my skull and I adjusted it out of habit, always making sure it was still there.
“How are you doing, love?” He asked me as the car began to move but I was damn close to tears again and couldn't say a word, my lips quivering already.
How could he act so indifferent? What sort of monster had I given my heart, mind and body to? I cursed myself in every language I knew which wasn't much but I felt the burn all the same.
He offered me water but I refused to take it, his uncertainty about my reaction showing in the awkward way he was behaving.
“We can stop by a restaurant to eat or would you prefer having something back home? The journey is still a bit far,”
I nearly rolled my eyes but I focused on the road as the car drove as fast as possible.
Did he think I'd go poof into the air if he didn't get me into the mansion as soon as possible?
I had a deep fear for speed, but I wasn't in the right frame of mind to even utter a word, so I sucked it up, closed my eyes and felt the motions as we moved.
I felt like throwing up, the bile rising to my mouth, so I quickly rolled down the window, with the intention of throwing out through it but Xavier grabbed me by the waist immediately
“Please don't jump!” He screamed at me with a strangled voice. Right at the same time every little thing I'd eaten since the last twenty four hours poured out of my body, staining the car seats. The car swerved right and came to an abrupt halt.
“Leave me alone!” I screamed out in anger and frustration, pushing him away from me like he'd bitten me. “Haven't you done enough? If I wanted to kill myself, don't you think I'd have done it when I watched you slit my father's throat?!”
His eyes widened in shock but I ignored it and took the tissues from the car and began cleaning myself up as best as I could.
It wasn't enough and I began to cry again, frustrated with myself for letting myself get caught up in this situation.
I should have stayed out and taken whatever he was dishing out to me in the first place. Maybe my father would have still been alive by now. Maybe life would have been better for my mom as we'd always hoped for.
But I had to go and destroy everything by being too smart, too demanding and asking too many questions.
Now I was a mess, literally and figuratively.
Sobs wracked my body and it immediately occurred to me that I've been crying these past few months since I met Xavier more than I've ever cried in my entire life put together.
“Mia Cara, I need to tell you something,” He said from behind me as the car began moving again.
I cleaned my tears and looked at him with irritation and anger.
What makes him think I give a damn about anything he has to say?
But being the type of man he was, he'd obviously tell me whatever was in his mind whether I liked it or not.
“So, um, your father isn't quite…. Dead,”
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