Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 64910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“That’s because she’s apparently been reported as a girl that cries wolf,” my dad said. “But isn’t it fuckin’ weird that she would try to tell everyone that her brother is a psychopath, but nobody would listen? Then she tries to tell a cop about her brother and thinking that he was behind those two girls’ deaths, and possibly would come after Bram, but the cop doesn’t do anything? If that cop had listened, my son would’ve spent a whole lot less time getting tortured over a four-day period. Not to mention, had you believed her and sounded the alarm.”
That’s the first time I’d ever heard my dad get pissed at Mimi.
Holy shit.
“Darlin’,” my mom whispered. “Let’s not do this here.”
“I’m just fuckin’ pissed that that girl has tried to get in here three times now to make sure he’s okay, yet y’all keep sending her away when she’s the one responsible for him likely being alive right now. The other two he killed. She said that her brother liked to…”
I once again fell under, no longer hearing anything they had to say.
But the next time I woke, it was with the room dark, and the only thing making noise being the monitors.
One monitor, in particular, was really fuckin’ annoying.
The heart monitor.
I hated hospitals.
I reached blindly for the wires that I could feel tangled around my hands, but then cold fingers stilled my blind grab.
“Hey,” the quiet whisper said. “Still. Don’t do anything like pull those out. You need those to keep pumping you the medications that make the pain stay under control.”
My eyes opened to darkness.
Darkness but for one small sliver of light coming in from the hallway. That sliver of light lit up the girl that’d been the one to save me.
“Hey,” I rasped. “You finally snuck in.”
She smiled. “I just wanted to make sure that you were alive.”
“Still kickin’.” I paused. “Barely.”
My head hurt.
Other things hurt.
Hell, who was I kidding? I was barely kicking. But I was kicking. So there was that.
“Good,” she whispered. “I just… I just wanted to make sure. That you would live. That you were okay and nobody… for what it’s worth, I’m really sorry. I’ve tried so hard to tell everyone. To make them understand…”
But nobody would believe her.
I’d heard my dad talking about it earlier.
It made sense.
If she’d tried, that was all that she could do.
It wasn’t her fault that her brother was nuts.
“My brother is in police custody.” She spoke so quietly that I could barely hear her. “He’s admitted to six murders.”
I felt my stomach tighten. “Seven? I thought there were two.”
She sighed. “There was even one more. Before. A kid at the foster home that I tried to convince the police about, but they didn’t believe me. They didn’t believe me about our parents, the foster parents, or my two friends, either.”
“Well,” I said. “May he rot in hell.”
She sighed. “That’s just it. I doubt he’ll rot in hell. My guess? He’ll get lucky and go to a psychiatric facility. He’ll be back one day.”
That didn’t mean good things.
Not at all.
CHAPTER 4
I’m not always an asshole. Sometimes I’m asleep.
-Bram to Dory
BRAM
Mimi had changed.
Since the incident where I’d almost died, she’d turned into someone that I didn’t want to know anymore, let alone be around almost twenty-four seven.
The more she pushed, the more that I pulled.
Which led us to now.
I’d thought about signing up for the military out of desperation to put some distance between Mimi and me. I only had a semester and a half until graduation, but I could use it to enter the military, but honestly, my degree could take me to any body of water around the world.
Just the threat of the military caused her to be even more scared.
“You can’t go!” she screeched. “You can’t leave!”
Mimi had been the love of my life since I was fourteen.
I’d always thought that we would be forever.
But she’d turned into this nervous mess. One that I didn’t even recognize.
I mean, I knew that she was scared.
But hell, she hadn’t been the one to be tortured and nearly killed. I had.
And I damn well would go to the sentencing if I wanted to.
“I’m going,” I told her, tone final.
I needed to go.
I needed to see where this went.
It’d been six months since the day I’d been rescued, and today was finally the day. The day we would all find out what Amon Wheeler had in store for him.
If my vote was to be counted, it would be the electric chair.
“You can’t be serious,” Mimi said. “You’re going to his sentencing? Why?”
“Because I want to know how it goes.” I barely refrained from adding ‘duh’ to the end of my explanation.
But Jesus. She was really not putting any effort into her thinking nowadays.
She was just ‘doom and gloom’ everywhere we went.