His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

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A/N: This is probably one of my favorite chapters. And not because it's sad, but because of the development.

TW ‼️

After a few minutes of sitting in wary silence, I pushed myself to get out of bed and I stood up, glancing around Spade's large bedroom. The patio door was open all night, allowing a calm breeze to flow through the room and settle my nerves. I made my way towards the bathroom and nudged the door open with my smallest push of my fingertips.

I shut the door behind me and stripped out of the shirt I had on, and then I walked across the cold tile to the glass shower. My hands, I'd noticed, where shaking as I reached over and turned the faucet on. Hot water sprayed out of the shower head and I stepped under it carefully, letting the water parade down on every inch of my face until I felt like I couldn't breathe.

I took a large inhale, and with the exhale came the flood of tears. A sob got stuck in my throat and I put my hand against the wall to balance myself, and then I just cried.

I was grateful for the water drowning out the wet tears, but it didn't make a difference.

I couldn't stop.

I was strong

Right...?

I survived being raped as a young child, I survived all the shit my father put me through, I survived when I wasn't supposed to. I watched my sister die and I couldn't get her face, bloody and disfigured, out of my head for years. But I survived. And I did it by collecting every brick that was thrown at me from this shitty world and building myself a wall. I built a wall and I told myself no one would ever knock it down.

No one...

"You better get used to this, Samantha."

"No! Please...please don't. Whatever I did, I'm sorry." I tossed and turned in his arms, trying to peak around his big body to see my sister. I just wanted my sister. His grip around my wrists only tightened.

"Shh, my little devil. Don't make this harder for me." The hands around my wrist went to my bun, where he loosened it and let my hair fall. I felt disgusting. I shivered as he ran his bloody, filthy fingers through my hair. Blood tasted coppery on my tongue, leaking from my face and head and dipping into my mouth every time a sob wrecked through my body.

He gripped my jeans and flicked the buttons through the holes, one by one. "Please." I gasped, as tears ram down my face. My throat felt constricted, pain and betrayal making it hard for me to breathe. "Remember, this is better than being dead. I don't want to kill you. Or your sister, but if you make me angry, I just might have to." He tore my pants off and threw them somewhere in the dark alley.

I didn't want him to hit me anymore.

It hurt too bad.

I shut my eyes and dreamed of a day, a better day where I wasn't involved in any of this anymore. Where Cam, Stef, and I got away. A day where my family's secrets and mishaps weren't coming back to haunt me, to touch me inappropriately, to hurt me. But I knew that that day would never come. Good things never did for me. I could never protect my siblings, and I hoped, with every fiber of my being, that this man would put a bullet between my eyes and give me the peace I deserved. End my suffering.