Chapter 133: Glimmer Of Hope
*Fuck! C’mon!* I struggled to yank the metal chain toward the window. *C’MON!!!* I still couldn’t reach it. Julian was off his rocker and Grace had gone crazy with power over me. I was worried that they might do something to my mom.
*I wouldn’t be surprised if they jumped Gabriel! Did he know his kids were this far gone?? How does someone even–...* The thought of why they were so messed up only had one answer, an answer that was another question: what if it was because their mom left them? Dad’s death fucked me up… was it the same for them when their own mother decided to stop loving her kids and fall for a different man?
Not my fucking problem. I tell myself to harden my nerves. I can’t go soft right now.
I grunted with each yank. It was taking all of my power to ignore my pain. My thigh was starting to bleed again, and it made my feet slip on the floor. *FUCK!!* My other option was to climb on top of Julian’s bed and look out the window, but the angle wasn’t completely out of view. *C’mon! C’mon!!!* I had to yank on the chain so hard that it was cutting off my oxygen, but I didn’t have a choice. I bounced up and down on his bed to try to get at least a tiny view and then I finally caught a small glance of the car. My weak hope turned into dread. It wasn’t Gabriel’s car.
*Liam!!!*
“SHIT!!” I cursed my thoughts out loud. *What do I do?!* If I try to get his attention through the window and tell him to get the fuck outta here, Mr. Hero will just come to my rescue either way. But Julian already hated his guts with a burning passion. I was worried that he’d invite Liam inside just to ambush him. Would Grace let that happen? One of them still has to have a decent brain screwed inside their skull!
*Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!*
I already lost Jackie. I can’t lose Liam too!
I was desperate now more than ever. I looked around for anything, anything to set me free. As I frantically looked around, my gaze finally landed on the body mirror next to Julian’s bed, just barely out of reach. Barely. With my good leg, I kicked at the bottom of it and it came crashing to the floor and unfortunately, it didn’t break. Fuck! I looked at the door. The crash was loud enough to be heard downstairs. Was Julian inside the mansion? If he was, he surely would’ve heard it and came rushing up the staircase.
*I don’t got much time.*
With my heel, I kicked at the mirror over and over until it cracked and began to fall apart. I impatiently gave the frame rough jerks, and it all fell out like puzzle pieces. I grabbed the biggest one that could fit in my hand and slide between the collar and my neck, but before I could get to work sawing off the stupid leather; I heard heavy footsteps fly up the staircase in the distance.
*SHIT!*
I hid that piece of the mirror as far under his bed as I could, face down so that no reflecting light would grab his attention. With the clicking sound of locks unlocking outside the door, it swung up. My skin crossed when I saw the pissed-off look on Julian’s face. His blue eyes held hell’s flames, and I saw a vein bulging out from under his skin beneath his tightened jaw. It was at that moment I knew the man was capable of murder, just by the bloodlust in his eyes. But there was no blood on his hands or his clothes and I heard the car engine outside the window start up and fade away. My heart sank. But at least Liam is ok. Right?
“Don’t worry,” Julian spoke up as if he were reading my thoughts again. “The leech is alive and well. And won’t be returning here ever again.”
My pounding heart and shivering nerves couldn’t relax under his intense stare. “What the fuck did you fuckers do to him?”
“Let him go with a warning.” He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. “Grace’s idea. You should be happy. It’d be unwise to draw more attention to us, but…” I scooted away from him when he took steps closer to me. “I told him that we’re engaged and you’re pregnant with my children. He seems like a smart man, having enough common sense not to mess with another man’s woman.”
“You fucking psychotic bastard!” I angrily spat. There goes my sliver of hope. All of my hope was pinned on my mom's feeling that something was wrong.
Julian froze in his tracks when he saw the broken mirror pieces scattered around me. His jaw dropped as all of his rage drowned into worry in a second. “Beautiful!” He spoke to me like I was his dog again when he hurried over and examined my hand. I didn’t even notice it was bleeding until now.
*Welp. Both of my hands are fucked now. Fucking fantastic…*
I worriedly looked at the shard of glass beneath Julian’s bed and hoped that my genius stepbrother wouldn’t figure out that the cut on my hand was from holding a shard.
“Your shit is stupidly jiggly. Thanks a lot. What’ll collapse next, the bed?” I used my sarcasm to cover up any lies. I couldn’t tell if it was working. His expression never changed. The perfect actor.
“I’m so sorry, Beautiful.” His tone didn’t change, either. He leaned closer and kissed my forehead before kissing my hand. I flinched even though the touch was gentle. I grew to hate it, flinching each time he touched me in general anymore. I hated how jumpy I’d become. Julian brushed my curly bangs behind my ear and gave me a sweet smile. “I’ll be right back. I’ll patch this up and then we can spend some quality time together.” the sweetness in his smile turned dark as his fingers that were once beneath my chin were now rubbing beneath my round, plump breasts. I noticed they’ve been getting bigger and I’m sure he has too. Making milk would do that to ya, I guess. I wouldn’t know. I’ve never experienced a situation like this.
When Julian got up and walked to the bathroom, another glimmer of hope crossed my mind. Liam drove here in his car and his car wasn’t all that big… that meant the water had gone down low enough to cross by vehicle. Is it low enough for me to walk across? I glanced back down at the bloody shard of mirror beneath Julian’s bed. There’s only one way to find out, and by now I was willing to do whatever it took.
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