One too Many

Chapter 36

Samara

I slap his hand away, anger and disgust washing over me like a tidal wave. "Don't fucking touch me," I sneer, my voice as sharp as a blade. I raise from the bench, putting distance between us.

God, I want to wash my face now. With bleach.

"What the fuck do you want?" I snap, stepping far enough away that his pathetic excuses are barely audible. If I can't hear him, maybe he will leave me alone. But knowing Antonio, he will follow me around like the parasite he is.

It was stupid of me to come to this cinema.

This one is right beside Elegant Elixirs, where the fucker has made home the last couple of weeks.

But it's broad day light for fucks sake, what the hell is he doing here?

"Baby, don't do this. Please." He pleads steeping closer, his tone drenched in desperation.

The word- baby- makes my stomach turn. The anger simmers beneath my skin like a boiling pot.

"No. No." I spit, holding up a hand to stop him. "You don't have the right to call me that. Not ever again. You lost that right over six years ago. When betrayal sounded better than what we had."

I don't wait for his response. I turn and walk away because I'm done with this bullshit of a conversation. Done with him.

I barely make it three steps before a hand wraps around my bicep, another gripping my waist, spinning me around so I'm face to face with the piece of shit again.

His eyes lock onto mine and he walks us backwards.

My back slams against the wall behind me, the force making me wince as pain shots through my chest and reverberates down to my stupid, barely functioning heart.

His eyebrows furrows before it hits him. "Oh, shit. Fuck, baby. I'm so fucking sorry. Are you okay? Are you hurting?" He asks frantically as his grip loosens on me, his panic almost believable. Almost.

I glare at him as I wait for the pain to subside a little. "Get away from me Antonio, I don't want to hurt you, courtesy to your mom." The venom in my voice cutting through his concern.

"Mariposa, baby, don't do this to us." He pleads again, his voice soft, broken.

Something inside me snaps.

"There is no fucking us!" I scream, my voice shaking with the weight of my fury. "We were done the second you thought killing my family was a good idea! The second you killed my unborn baby!"

I clutch my stomach instinctively, as though protecting what's no longer there.

"You thought killing my brothers would make me happy." I seethe, stepping closer letting my disgust bleed into every word. "You thought you were ridding me of a burden I never had. You listened to my scumbag of a father instead of listening to me. You do realize that if I didn't kill him that night, he would've came back to kill you so he can have me back, right? So he can do everything that he was doing to me for years over and over again. You were the first person I had ever confided in after the hell I have been through, but you were like them all. You wanted to own me, to keep me in a cage. You went to the length of wanting to kill my baby brothers. They were only kids, Antonio, and you wanted to kill them. Because you are a selfish piece of shit and because my sociopath father told you if you killed them you can have my undivided attention, which is completely wrong. I would have hated you more than I do right now. They were the reason I was fighting to stay alive, they have parts of my soul, and they are my kids even though I didn't give birth to them." The memories of that night unleash in my mind and play like a movie. A horrific scene that haunts me every single day of this life. Day and night.