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Chapter 18: Hurts to know
Taryn
Ewan has been on edge since we left Logan’s house a couple of nights ago. However, when I asked him, he became reticent. I tried not to make too much of a big deal about it because he’s been so attentive, but I’m worried. Unfortunately, I’m close to graduation, which means that I’m busy with school and work.
I had just gotten out of class early and was driving to Ewan’s house to see if he wanted to spend the morning together. To Ewan’s consternation, I got my driver’s license two days ago. He seemed alarmed at the prospect that I’m legally able to drive, which amused me to no end. Ewan entered my thumbprint last week, so it would
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The Assassin's Atonement VIII Chapter 19: Take the wheel
Ewan I’m frozen in place as I observe Taryn run out of the house. I should have booted Tamsyn out of my home as soon as she knocked on my door. But like a fool, I let her in. I needed to be sure that what I’ve felt since Taryn and I have consummated our relationship was real. That what I felt was actual love. For so long, I’ve been alone, and along comes this beautiful girl who makes me feel things that I’ve never felt before. I didn’t realize that I’ve been shutting off my feelings until that night. For so many years, I’ve been existing. I think even when I was with Tamsyn, I was existing. I was so alone, and she was the first person to be kind to me. I know now that I was never in love with her because she never made me feel half of what I feel for Taryn. With Taryn, I f
The Assassin's Atonement VIII Chapter 20: Moving on
Taryn I look at Cleo as she drunkenly dances in place. You’re probably wondering how we ended up at a bar when the plan was to eat Thai food and watch a movie. Well, let me tell you, as the movie progressed, I became distracted by the messages glowing on my screen, which in turn made me despondent. Cleo noticed and dragged me out for a night of “fun.” I won’t pretend that I don’t like to dance, but I’m just not in the mood. The slow tempo of jazz music thrums softly through the shadowed bar, and the light chatter of the crowd is welcoming. My vision wavers slightly as I take my seventh shot of tequila. Cleo leans her head on my shoulder, humming along with the music as she takes another drink. “
The Assassin's Atonement VIII Chapter 21: And, Action
Ewan I’m enraged. No, I’m beyond enraged. I’m seething. As I hold Taryn’s fragile form in my arms, all I can think about is killing my father. I’m in disbelief at what I heard. I mean, I always knew that my father was a bloody sod, but I never imagined he’d try to rape a sixteen-year-old girl. It’s beyond reprehensible. I look down at her sleeping face, and my rage heightens at the sight of her swollen eyes, sodden cheeks, and drying tears. The bastard tried to rape her! I haven’t made the call, but I’m still holding my phone in my hand. I have to give myself a minute to calm down before calling my brother and rail at him for not taking action on our father's weeks ago.&nbs
The Assassin's Atonement VIII Chapter 22: Torn
Taryn I’m numb. That’s the only way that I can describe how I feel right now. As I look down at my father’s fragile form, my heart shatters. My father’s such a good man that it destroys me to see him this way. I don’t understand why fate had to be so unkind to him. For years we struggled to survive, and this is how it ends. Sobbing softly, I lean my head on Ewan’s shoulder as I watch my father’s body slowly deteriorate. Ewan has been so supportive, holding me through this. I don’t know what I would have done without him. Willa takes a seat beside my father’s bed and grips his hand tightly. For years, it has been me, Willa and dad. We’ve been through so much together.&nb
The Assassin's Atonement VIII Chapter 23: The Storm
Ewan I shoot up from my bed as the shrill sound of my cell phone ringing resonates throughout the room. Taryn shifts beside me and open’s her heavy eyes with an annoyed growl. “What’s wrong?” She mumbles sleepily. It seems that our nights are prime for us receiving phone calls. Unfortunately, no one ever calls with good news. Fuck! Reaching for the nightstand, I look at the phone’s screen and frown. “It’s Tamsyn,” I mumble gruffly. At my words, Taryn slides up the headboard. “Why the hell is she calling you at this time of the night?”&nb
The Assassin's Atonement VIII Chapter 24: Reckoning
Taryn “He really loves you,” Tamsyn mumbles sharply. “Ava tells me that he looks at you like you’re the most important thing in his life. And I can see that you feel the same way.” I turn to my sister and cross my arms protectively in front of my chest. She sounds bitter, which puts me on edge. I don’t want to be here. I’m just too angry at her for abandoning dad, and for not going to his funeral. “Yes, he does love me, and I love him, too,” I reply evenly. This is not a conversation that I want to have with Tamsyn, considering that she used to be Ewan’s girlfriend. But I have to make i
The Assassin's Atonement VIII Chapter 25: Sad Truths
Ewan The atmosphere is tense at best as Logan, Phoenix, and I search my father’s grounds. Even though I wish to rush in and shoot him between the eyes, I know that I have to be careful. If he took Ava, it must be because of his quarrel with Logan and me. My hope is that he hasn’t hurt Ava in any way. I couldn’t bear it if he hurt someone as innocent as Ava to get back at Logan and me. “All of the lights are off.” Logan comments. I glance at him from the vehicle’s dim interior. The only thing I can make out is the glow in his eyes and the steady sound of our breathing. I turn my gaze back to the house and inspect the grounds. It’s quiet and still.
The Assassin's Atonement VIII Chapter 26: The Masks are off
Taryn My arm aches beneath the man’s painful hold. As soon as the vehicle came to a stop, I hid the phone in the seam of my jeans, put my gag back on, and slipped my hand back inside my restraints. My fingers throb, and my face itches from rubbing it against the rug, but it was worth it because I was able to warn Ewan. Breathing heavily, I listen to the men’s footsteps until they reach the trunk of the car. It’s still dark outside, and my eyes have to adjust. A shadow eclipses the vehicle’s interior, followed by large arms. I flinch away and try to squirm further into the trunk, but the men easily grip my legs and torso to lift me out. Muffled curses fall from my lips as I’m carried inside a home. I don’t recognize the I, which means that I am not at Stuart’s house.
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