I smile. “Thank you Little Rabbit. I love you.” I stop to press a kiss to her lips.
“I love you more.”
Julia’s eyes snap over to us as we enter the room and she starts to scream. She’s not looking too good, lost a lot of blood from the wound in her stomach. She doesn’t have much longer. We could just let her bleed out, but I know Ian is going to want to have some fun with her.
I should be the one to end her, to be the reason she takes her last breath.
Tears spill down her face as she tries but fails to struggle.
“How about we do the traditional last words, huh?” Ian chuckles. “How about it?” he asks her. “Anything else your little rapey mouth wants to say?” Ian crouches down and pulls the gag from her mouth.
She doesn’t look at him, but to me. “Please.” she begs. “Don’t do this. You don’t want to do this.”
“That's where you’re wrong. I do. I really fucking do.” I cross my arms and lift my chin. “I despise you Julia. You are a monster, one of the worst. You never deserved my kindness. And you will never have it again.”
“Erica will never forgive you.” she sobs. “She will never forgive you for killing me. For killing her mother.”
“Rica doesn’t care about you.” I tell her. “She hasn’t asked about you one time since you left. She’s happy, healthy, living with your sister. Living her best life, no thanks to you. You never deserved Rica.”
“That’s not true! I love her. I love her so much because she’s part of you." She sobs hard. “She’s our perfect halves.”
“She’s my sister, she’s got my blood but not part of me.” I scoff. “God, you're so delusional, grasping at anything to keep me. I was never yours to keep!” I shout.
“She’s not your sister.” Julia chokes in between her sobs, blood seeping from her mouth. “She’s your daughter.”
Every single person in the room freezes.
My stomach drops, my heart sinks.
“She’s not his fucking kid.” Nick growls. “She’s 6. We left years before that.”
Julia weakly shakes her head. “He is. Erica is his daughter.” She smiles up at me and it makes me want to puke. “She’s part of you.” She says softly. “Part of me. Our perfect baby. Just like it was always meant to be.”
I shake my head. No. I don’t want to hear her anymore of her crazy babble.
“Shut up.” Ian snaps. “Lying isn’t going to save you. Have some fucking dignity before you die, would you?”
“I’m not lying!” she screams at Ian, then looks at me. “You remember don’t you? We had a good night. The best night. I bought you drinks, you took me to the hotel. We made love all night.”
“Kill her.” I wave at Ian. “She’s too far gone.”
“Seven years ago!” she screams as Ian steps towards her. “Don’t you remember? Jimmy’s on Seventh in Atlanta. You looked so good in your dark jeans and plaid shirt. I could tell you were lonely. You didn’t have to be lonely. You hadme. I knew if you saw me, you would leave. So I did what I had to do to get you to talk to me. After I bought you a drink, you were so sweet. We danced. You took me back to the hotel!”
My chest heaves, brows furrowed as my mind races.
“You remember.” She says hopefully. “I know you do. Think. It might be hard, because the drug I gave you was pretty strong."
“Holy fuck.” Nova whispers. “Are you saying you drugged him at a bar, took him back to a hotel to fucking rape him?” Nova asks, her voice growing louder.
Memories come flooding in. I did go to Jimmy’s. I had a long day at work and needed to head into Atlanta to get parts for my car. I was too tired to drive back, so I got a hotel and went to a bar down the street for a few drinks.
I remember a lady. But she didn’t have blond hair like Julia. She had black. I don’t remember much because I was drinking, but I remember the girl with black hair talking to me, we danced and then... I don’t remember.
No. No. No! She’s lying. She’s fucking lying.
“You disguised yourself?” I choke out. “You disguised yourself as someone else and drugged me?”
“It was the only way you would talk to me!” she cries out, gasping for air. “I missed you so much. I needed you. I had to see you. It was amazing. And in the end we got Erica. It was meant to be. We were meant to be.”
