I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it at all. She was saving me and my family again. How much more could I take from her generosity?
But the way she was looking at me, I knew she was scared that I would be angry. The thing was, I wasn’t angry at her. I was angry at myself for not taking care of my family better.
The last couple of years, I was focused on graduating early and getting the hell out of here while my parents were living in a broken house.
It wasn’t this bad over the summer. Something must have happened that my dad wasn’t saying. I knew that he rarely went home. He stayed with my mom when he was off work. But that still didn’t explain it.
“Waylon?” Wakely asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Come here,” I said. I knew that her anxiety was getting the best of her. She was afraid of what I would do in my anger. She lived with someone who abused her, and I didn’t want to make he
My heart was pounding in my chest, and my stomach churned. I was going to throw up. I darted away from my father’s office, down the hall to the closest bathroom.As soon as I met the toilet, I purged everything in my stomach. There wasn’t much, but my body needed to reject everything in my body. I was the daughter of a serial killer.“Wakely,” Waylon said as he busted through the bathroom door. He knelt beside me and held back my hair. “I’m here.”Tears were streaming down my face. I wasn’t sure if that was because of the throwing up or the emotional realization that my father was actually a horrible person.I already knew that he was, but this made him way worse. “He killed all of those women.” I finally said into the toilet.“We can’t be sure.” He said.I glanced up at him. “He did it. Why would he keep those articles if he didn’t? Those are his trophies. Proof that he got away with murder.”“Let’s call Detective Raines and talk to her. Maybe this will help her case.” Waylon said as
I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it at all. She was saving me and my family again. How much more could I take from her generosity?But the way she was looking at me, I knew she was scared that I would be angry. The thing was, I wasn’t angry at her. I was angry at myself for not taking care of my family better.The last couple of years, I was focused on graduating early and getting the hell out of here while my parents were living in a broken house.It wasn’t this bad over the summer. Something must have happened that my dad wasn’t saying. I knew that he rarely went home. He stayed with my mom when he was off work. But that still didn’t explain it.“Waylon?” Wakely asked, pulling me from my thoughts.“Come here,” I said. I knew that her anxiety was getting the best of her. She was afraid of what I would do in my anger. She lived with someone who abused her, and I didn’t want to make he
I knew that being here was going to be hard. But as soon as I saw his face, I snapped. I wanted to burn down the fucking house. To burn away every single terrible memory that this place brought.My father used this place as a prison for me when he went too far, when he abused me. I would show up, and he told me I couldn’t leave or talk to a single soul. But seeing his portrait was it. He no longer had me under his thumb.I stormed through the house, grabbing pictures and portraits off the walls. I knew this place like the back of my hand. I knew where every single fucking picture of my father was. He was alone, holding a medal or posing with dignitaries and celebrities. I didn’t care. I wanted them all gone.“Here,” Waylon said, holding out his arms to take the load of pictures I had already grabbed. I handed them to him. And he handed them to his brothers.“How many pictures does this prick have of himself?” Whittaker
Wakely shrank into the seat. My guilt rose. “I’m sorry,” I said as my hand landed onto her knee. She jumped. My jaw clenched. “I would never hurt you.”“I know. Old habits die hard.” She said with a nervous laugh. She looked out of the window, staring at the dark forest as it zoomed by.“Did you see that video of that guy from campus who jumped off the roof of the dining hall?” Wynn asked in the backseat, doing his best to lighten the mood.“Are you serious?” Whittaker asked. “Did he die?”Wynn laughed. “No, he has a broken leg but survived. The campus is giving him a ticket.”My jaw clenched. “Did you two have anything to do with it?” Memories flashed through my mind of my brothers drugging Bryan and him freaking out.“What? No! We changed our ways. Scout’s honor.” I watched as Wynn crossed his heart and held up three fing
My emotions were warring with themselves. On the one hand, Wakely was going to save Mom. On the other hand, I hated that she could afford to pay for something so expensive.That thought never crossed my mind. I never wanted to take anything from her. I was no mooch, and yet here she was dropping hundreds of thousands of dollars to save my mom.“Don’t worry about it. I’ll go talk to someone and organize a payment. Why don’t you all go back into the room and tell her the good news?” Wakely said as soon as everyone stopped hugging her.I have never seen my dad hug anyone he wasn’t related to. He wasn’t the touchy-feely type, but there he was giving Wakely a bear hug.I kissed her hard before she walked away to find out who she needed to speak to about covering my mom’s treatment.Dad brushed a tear away. That was something new. I never saw my dad cry. But here he was wiping a tear away.“Wha
Waylon grabbed my hand as we walked into the hospital. My heart was pounding in my chest, I didn’t know why I was so nervous. I have spoken to Trudy so many times, but it still made my heart race at the thought of seeing her face-to-face.“Ready?” Waylon asked as he stopped in front of a door.I nodded at him.He pushed the door open and tugged me behind him. I wasn’t prepared for the image in front of me. I was instantly transported back to visiting my mom right before she died.Trudy was hooked up to countless machines. She looked so small and frail in bed, she was propped up with a few pillows. Her skin looked paper-thin and had a yellow tinge to it. She looked as if she would crumble into nothing if I touched her. A lump formed in my throat.“Wakely!” She said with a beaming smile. “Finally, I get to see you in the flesh.” She let out a laugh that transformed into a coughing fit.“Hi,