Years ago tragedy struck the Calloway's causing the family to fall apart. Lucariah Augustine St. Francis Calloway was left in the ruins of it all with a mother who couldn't bother and a father who disappeared one night with his older brothers. For...
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I flinched at the noise, my eyes squeezing tight at the sound of my father's voice. For a moment I believed he was referencing Faron. Wondering how he has the audacity to come into his home uninvited.
After forcing my eyes open, I realized he was looking at me. Those dark eyes almost identical to my own, stared at me through a slotted gaze.
I startled at the intensity of it all. He looked at me as though I murdered his father...oh wait, he killed Faron's.
My own eyes narrowed at him; a part of me wishing he'd vanish without a trace. Never to be seen again. Much like I was just two years ago. my eyes narrowed further when I realized these people knew my kidnappers long before they ever took me... they knew them when they killed Darla.
I stumbled away from Christophen in disgust. I stumbled away from all of their arms, wondering how much they actually knew. Did they knew who killed Darla? Did they know I was kidnapped?
"Get that boy out of my house!" Evan shouted, the vain in his neck bulging from the effort he put into his tone. "None of this would have happened if you never showed up! I wish that car would have just killed you!"
My heart sunk. My breath coming short. The words playing like an endless loop in my mind. I wish that car would have just killed you... I wish that car would have just killed you... I wish that-
Christophen stood, yelling at his father. Eyes ablaze and angry. Faron stood close to me but joined in. And suddenly everyone was stuck in a screaming match.
Evan, Faron, Christophen, Ambrosia. Jericho and Ezekiel emerged from upstairs and they were screaming too.
My hands came up to cover my ears. My eyes squeezing shut tight.
"You know what?! This ends now!" Arms enclosed around me and my eyes sprung open, finding myself in my father's arms as he dragged me further into the house.
"What are you doing with him?" Christophen's panicked shouts followed us. "Dad! What are you doing?!"
I squirmed in his hold, my heart racing with every quick step he took. A hysterical shout left me when he closed a door behind us and turned the lock. I barely registered that we had entered the bathroom before my head was plunged into ice cold water.
My hands waved around , clawing at his arms for release. The fight in me slowly leaving as further realization hit me like a truck- the tub was already filled when we got here. I let my body sag against the cold porcelain.
Evan's fingers digging into my scalp to keep me under. Muffled shouts sounded above the water; shouts and pounding.
It's okay. I wanted to say. It's okay, this is payment for all the wrongs in my life. I deserve this and everything else that is to come. And if the breath I took before being submerged was my last. Then I can confidently say it was worth it.
