Enrage Me [The Captive Saga Book 3]

Chapter 7 . Delilah Spencer

Present Day

I stood still like a statue, stunned. The woman standing to my west side looked exactly identical to me, only older. Her well-defined countenance was the first sign; with her alabaster complexion and striking chocolate-brown eyes and dark hair being the first indications of our shared genes. Secondly, there's evident defiance in her gaze only born by stubbornness.

I remember you, I thought. I remember everything. "Your name is Olivia Ashley Parker," I said as I stepped closer in proximity to her. "You have a sister named Bella Mcclain, married to Colton Mcclain. They have one daughter named Astrid Nicole Mcclain, who's my-" I stopped, a horrible realization overcoming me. "Oh, my God," I whispered.

I sank to my knees once more, gasping and crying. "I left her alone," my voice was a whisper. "I left her alone when she needed me most." 

The earth appeared to shatter beneath me. My mother lowered herself down to the grass, placing her left hand on my shoulder. I turned, and found fierce eyes staring back. She cradled my body in an unrelenting embrace; I felt like a little girl again. Even though my entire body was quaking, I still somehow managed speech. "M-my whole mind was warped. Lucas never raped me, because that man wasn't even real. I never got raped myself. Astrid did," the realization jarred me.

I could feel mom's slow, somber nod. Shuttering from sobs, I continued on. "This burned house, Lucas never owned it. Harrison-Matthew's older brother-did." I choked on a sob. Burning anger suddenly replaced absolute agony. Peering up from my mom's shoulder into the eyes of my father, I stood slowly and faced him head-on. "You lied to me," I bluntly said without inflection; sans an ounce of emotion.

My dad looked absurdly affronted. "I-what? No, Delilah, baby-"

He tried advancing, but I sidestepped him. "No, you lied. Four years ago when you saved my life, you reiterated time and time again that you had no idea who Lucas really was! However, you deceived me even then, right? Right?!" The proximity between us closed as I pounded on my father's chest.

I screamed. I cried. "Answer me, you damn coward! Did you lie?" Every word seemed like so many knives plunged into my heart, because I knew the truth. Tears welled in Jamison Parker's eyes. Tears that were also reflected in mine. "Yes," he whispered hoarsely. "Yes I did."

Rage seeped into my bones like a slow, agonizing pain that became its own entity. I slapped him with a coldness no human being should possess. My mother tried in vain to hold me back, but that action proved useless. I lunged. Before I could land another good blow, someone snatched me by the waist, hindering what miniscule progress I accomplished. That same person injected a needle straight into my right arm. "There we go, babygirl," Declan murmured. "You're gonna hate me for this."

I grunted, feeling sleepy. "Oooh, you have no idea how much I wish that you were dead, motherfucker."

Declan chuckled mirthlessly. "Aww! I love you too, sis," he said as I sagged to the ground.