Enrage Me [The Captive Saga Book 3]

Chapter 12 . Delilah Spencer .

I peered at nothing but the floor, remembering a period in my seventeen years of life where I would've loved to be stolen away from everything I'd ever known. To only be nine years old and coerced into seeing Declan get beaten up by his father ruthlessly, that scarred a person. It wasn't just once. Oh no, this was Every. Single. Day.  God, we were nine and twelve. No one should have to experience something like that, especially not kids! I guess in that aspect, Jamison salvaged our fragile lives. "Thank you."

Three pairs of eyes stared with unadulterated shock on their faces. I, however, ignored them. "Thank you for saving us eight years ago, for killing those horrible people we had to call foster parents, and marginally for at least attempting to grant Declan and I normal lives."

Jamison's tears were a waterfall as he said, "You're welcome, Lilah darling."

A strange sort of innate knowledge swept over me. "Goodbye, Pawn," I said with conviction. Jamison chuckled so vibrantly that it completely filled the bedroom. "Oh, sweetie, I'm not The Pawn. In fact, I repulse that idea." He scoffed. Now I'm royally confused. "Wait, so if you're not The Pawn, then who is?" I asked him. Jamison grimaced. "It's-"

A horrid scream emanating from the next bedroom interrupted him. Doors slamming accompanied it. Two muffled shouts followed straight after that. What the hell? "HELP!" Someone screeched. I know that someone better than I know myself. Mathew!