Fiendish

Epilogue

Goddamn right, you should be scared of me, who is in control?

-Halsey, Control

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Anne's Pov.

It is a sunny morning and I had the house to myself. Gemma and her lovely fiancé, Shade, went out a few hours ago and I had these blissful moments to myself. The sun was shinning down on me, yet it was nice and cool out as I worked on my garden. I pulled out all the weeds that threatened to kill my plants and tossed them in a bucket.

Back in England, I had a garden. It was much smaller than this, but a garden nevertheless. I worked in from sunrise to sundown. It provided me a great escape from the real world and offered me a sanctuary. Sometimes, when I had Gemma in my custody, she helped me. She'd always over water the flowers and fling dirt all over the place. Other times, I was alone. And other times, especially rare times, I would catch Harry just sitting on the steps watching me while I worked.

I let out a sigh and stood up from the ground. I pushed back the tears in my eyes and left the bucket on the ground. I smelled like freshly turned soil and needed a shower. I took off my boots and left them at the back door. As I walked back into my house and up the steps, my mind wandered to Harry. Technically speaking, a mind cannot wandered somewhere it already is.

Harry is in my ever thought. My every memory. Sometimes I wished I could just forget. Other times, I deserve to remember. To always remember what I was, what I did, and what I didn't do. I deserve to live with this pain and guilt and hurt for the rest of my life and when I die, I deserve to carry it on with me. A mother is suppose to be just that: A mother. Mother's are suppose to bring up their child with care and affection, with love and pure commitment. A mother is suppose to protect her children no matter what.

I failed as a mother and I failed as a person as well.

I wiped away a tear that escape my eye, mentally scolding myself for crying. I did this to myself, I shouldn't be crying. I don't deserve the tears that are shed.

I stepped into the bathroom and took a long hot shower. When I finished, I dried my body off and slipped on jogging pants and a t-shirt, not planning on leaving the house. I tied up my hair and was just about to grab the papers that sat on my desk when I heard the front door open.

"Gemma or grading papers?" I weighed my options and shot a scowl at the towering stack. I shrugged my shoulders.

I'd rather talk to my daughter and future son-in-law than to be stuck grading papers. Honestly speaking, some of the writing wasn't even that spectacular. Some of my students just wrote about complete and utter nonsense that doesn't even connect together. The only papers I enjoyed reading are Carmen's. That young lady had a talent when she held a pen in her hands and wrote on paper. Her essays and class entries were thorough and complete, interesting and riveting.

Thinking of Carmen lead my thoughts back to Harry, but this time I smiled. I owe everything I have to that girl. She is changing my son into the man he would have always been if it wasn't for me. Harry loves Carmen more than anything. I can see it in his eyes when we spoke about her and the same with Carmen.

I made my way downstairs and raised my eyebrows in annoyance.

"Really, you two?" I shouted as I made my way toward the open door. "The front door is suppose to be closed."

I slammed the door close to emphasize my point and locked the door.

"You haven't changed a bit, now have you?"

My body froze and the hair on my arms and back of my neck stood up. My heart stopped beating and I couldn't breath. This...this isn't happening. This is impossible. I recognize that voice. I'd recognize it anywhere. I slowly turned around, my stomach and my heart and everything else dropped and pure fear flooded my body. I felt like I was going to pass out, throw up, or both. My eyes connected with whiskey colored ones and my mouth dropped open.

"Now, now, now," Adam stalked toward me and I was absolutely frozen in place. "Don't be so shocked to see me."

"This...this isn't real." I said, voice so low and weak I didn't think he heard me, not that I would want him to.

"I can assure you, Anne, this is absolutely real." The smile on Adam's face was so cold. "Honestly, you actually thought I'd get out of the prison where you fucking had me locked up for years and expected me not to find you? And your damn ass moved to New York? Are you really that stupid?"

Tears that I once held back came rushing down in fear and my breathing came in fast. Granted, he was right. I did expect all those things and following Harry to New York was a stupid idea considering the fact that Adam was born and raised here. I closed my eyes and willed them back open as horrible memories played through my head.

"Get out." I said, hardly recognizing my own voice. Adam's eyes widened and he laughed. The bastard laughed at me. His brown hair was cut incredibly short so it didn't fall in his face like it use to when he laughed.

"You must be out of your goddamn mind!" Adam yelled and I jumped. I silently said a prayer, but I doubt that would save me now.

Adam rushed forward and I moved back, stumbling against the door. He wrapped his meaty hand around my throat and squeezed just enough to steal away my oxygen.

"If you thought this was all over," Adam's voice rang in my ear. His breath was hot and I cringed away while pushing at his chest. My lungs burned with the need for fresh air. "Then you are as naïve as you were years ago."

Adam threw my body against the door before letting go. I gasped for air and reached for my neck. My back and head hurt and neck pulsed.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to do too much damage to you." Adam said like that should be some sort of extreme blessing. "Not until our son is with us, of course."

My blood spiked and rage ran over my fear. With tears in my eyes and my hand to my throat, I shouted, "You will never lay a hand on my son again, you rat bastard! You will rot in hell before that happens!"

Adam slowly looked over at me. His face was calm as he slowly stepped toward me until he was directly in front of me. I balled my hands into fists and lowered them to my sides. He'd have to kill me first before I let him hurt Harry again.

"You motherfucking-" I said but was cut off when Adam raised his hand, slapping me so hard I crumpled to the floor and had to bite down on my tongue to stop myself from screaming out in white hot pain.

The End

Sequel is up.