Unloved [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Twenty-One

Chris Ryder

"Why me?", I asked aloud.

I could feel my body and mind growing weary. My wrist and ankles stung from the tightness of the chains. My eyes burned from crying. My mind ached from thinking so hard about her little riddle.

Who I really am? I'm Chris Ryder, but the answer has to be deeper than that.  What does she want from me?

"Water.", she said, putting a cup of water to my mouth. I said nothing as I gulped it down my throat.

"So, have you decided yet?", she asked, seemingly amused at what I was about  to say. "I don't know what you want from me." "Chris, I got a very negative spirit from you. I always have. Admit it, Chris. You did it." "Did what?"

"You did it! You know what I'm talking about. Tiff––" "Don't say her name!", I screamed.

I could feel my blood as it began to boil. As the tears flowed down my face, my nose ran a river of red to my chest.

"Admit it, Chris. You did it. It's your fault." "Even if I did, what is it to you?!", I asked. "She was my niece." "Well, she did that to herself!" "You made her!", she yelled, "And I could let you die here, but I won't. Just admit it!" "I refuse." "Fine. I'll give you more time.", she said, bringing the water to my cracked lips.

While drinking the water, I held a bit in my mouth.

"You are nothing but a controlling liar.", she said, walking away.

I didn't mumbled a word. I sprayed her with the water from my mouth and held my head down. "You don't understand me. No one does. Sarah thinks she does, but she has no idea, man." "Don't try to seem like the victim!"

"Have you ever been sexually molested by your uncle with your father in the same room?", I asked her.

I was no longer afraid or ashamed. I told her everything. Everything.

Rick Kirkland

I paced around the room, hoping that Sarah and dad were OK. I had done a bad thing, but I just couldn't bring myself to believe this was all my fault.

He should've stayed out of my room. I mean, I've told him a million times not to invade my privacy. Yea, he did this to himself. Who am I kidding? I'm the culprit in this.

"What're you pacing for?", Emily asked, munching on Fritos. "I'm nervous. What do you think?" "She's gonna be fine. Little tramp." "Are you fucking serious?" "Language.", a nearby nurse warned. "It was a joke.", she said as she rolled her eyes.

"Don't joke like that!", I yelled. "Since when are you so damn close to them?" "Em––", I said, putting my hand on her shoulder, "Em, I did a really bad thing." "Tell me." "Well––"

Sarah Kirkland

Should I let him do the procedure? Shouldn't I? This is so difficult! I don't want to risk cervix cancer, but I want to be able to walk in peace.

I thought about all the worst case scenarios. The best that could happen is if I die. Eh, with a minor surgery like this, I probably won't. Wait––I can't die. Chris gave me something to live for, and now I have to be there for Rick. He's been a real brother lately.

Things with dad–––Bob are going to be weird, but I'll manage.

"Have you decided?", Dr. Ross asked, coming back in after knocking.

"Yes."

"Well? Just say the words."

"I'm–––"

Hey, guys! Thanks for the support and check out my new book "Pour My Heart Out To You". Yea, it's a Luke Hemmings fanfic.  Give me feedback. Oh, and love ya! Sorry for the errors––yada yada––xyz––abc––you know the drill. Byeeeeeeeee!––Miracle