Sin For Me

Chapter 26 ☑️

Mason

Breathe Mason. Deep breaths. In and out. I consulted myself over and over, as the panic set in for the millionth time since Megan was ripped from my life. I had never been one to experience panic attacks, but I was pretty sure that this is what one felt like. They had come so frequently in the past few hours, and had just recently become barely manageable. Deep breaths is all I had to calm my nerves temporarily. The only thing that would truly fix this situation was when she was back in my arms, where she belonged. Not with that bastard of a husband of hers.

I wondered if she was having panic attacks as well. I never really got a chance to get to know her on a personal level, so I guess I wouldn't know. Would I ever have another chance to know her? To hold her and caress her body? To love her the way she deserved to be loved?

This was the worst pain imaginable. I didn't know if she was safe, or even alive. I was lost in a daze of what-it's, a ton of issues, and no solution. What if he murdered her? The thought was chilling. She couldn't die. Not like this. Not because of me.

Nausea crept up unexpectedly and bile hashed from the depths of my throat and onto my bloodstained top.

"Fucking great," I muttered in defeat. Yet another mishap in my fucked up life.

So far, my attempt at implementing a plan had proven a failure, as much of my life had so far. But I had to come up with something. And fast. Her life depended on it. But luckily, mine had been spared, and I couldn't gather why. Max had ample opportunity to murder me at the time, so why hadn't he? Why was I here and Megan wasn't?

I had seen first-hand on multiple occasions what Max was capable of, and I wouldn't put it past him to hurt him again. It was just in his nature. I prayed to a God I had recently come to believe in that she was alive and well, waiting on me to reprieve her from the hell she had been engulfed to once more. I prayed she could remain strong and not lose sight of herself while she waited for me. Because I would, without a doubt, come to her rescue soon enough. No more hiding in the shadows, I decided.

I gathered the remnants of my sanity and pieced together as much as I could before I embarked on a blind mission to save her. I didn't have time to drown in my sorrows any longer. I had wasted enough time doing just that, and so much could happen in only a short amount of time. I just prayed I wouldn't be too late.

Megan's smile briefly flashed within my mind, as I was reminded of her short time here. The way she laughed, the way she smiled, the way she gave me plenty of chances to be the man she needed, and the way she loved me for me was all the motivation I needed to get her back.

If it's one thing I'd learned from my experience with Megan thus far, it's that time is valuable and limited. and you can never have enough time. I needed to go get my girl. Now.

I would deal with the repercussions of my actions as they came. I had made a promise to my girl to keep out of harm's way, and I still fully intended to fulfill that promise, even if it meant risking my own life in the process. She was worth every risk. She was my everything. I just hoped she still felt the same way about me.

I took one final glance back at the home I had grown to love only recently, due in part to her warming presence, and made my way out into the dangerous unknown...