Chapter 38

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Trey
The scream fades and the house is silent. Like dead silent. I sit as still as ever as I hear footsteps pass by my door. I hear the soft cries of Scarlett as she begs for mercy. What in the world happened. I bite my lip. What if that was Liberty taking those beatings from Monte?

I try to move my arms a little, and I succeed at at least turning it. Once Monte closes the door behind them, all I hear are muffled voices then a silence. I don't know when I dozed off, but I wake up to the door creaking open. I quickly put my head up alert.

"Who's there?" I ask.

"It's Scarlett. Relax." She whispers.

She steps into the moonlight and shows herself. Her check is swollen. I don't even have to ask what happened.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"I need you to know that I'm gonna help you escape." She breaths out.

I sit there and stare at her. She has to be lying. I squint my eyes in suspicioun.

"You must really think I'm dumb. You tortured me the whole time I was here, and now you expect me to believe that you actually want to help me?"

"....yes. Yes. Do you want to escape?" She asks.

"Well, if you consider that I'm tied to a chair, and I haven't eaten or bathed in days...."

She looks down at her feet in guilt.

"I'm sorry."

I scoff at her apology.

"Don't try to fxcking apologize to me. Look at where you helped put me." I hiss.

"Okay. I know you probably hate my guts, but I still want to help you."

"Here's what you can do: get the fxck out of my face. Your ass is still going to prison for this whether you help me or not."

She gives me a pained look then turns her back on me. She takes a couple of deep breaths before turning back to me.

"Monte is going to kill you. He's gonna starve you out."

I stare at her bruised cheek. He's gonna kill me like a wimp.

"Monte's a bad guy, isn't he?" I ask,"How many times has he hit you?"

She shrugs,"A lot. Whenever he's in an off mood or I do something he doesn't like."

"You can never say I put my hands on you unless we were making love. You messed up what we had. I was in love with you."

She remains silent.

"I'm gonna call the police tomorrow afternoon."

She states before exiting the room into the darkness.

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