Capri:
Or what if you’re the ghost and you constantly have to relive stubbing your toe on the corner of a coffee table?
Teagan:
I would definitely make it everyone’s business by haunting whoever was living a good life if I had to live in pain for my eternal afterlife.
Lexi:
This topic gotso off track.
Capri:
Oh! What if the ghost haunting you had a busted record player and the track just kept skipping in the background while they were trying to scare you out of their house?
Teagan:
You know, ghosts would get things done a lot quicker if they just inconvenienced people instead of trying to scare them to death.
Capri:
If I were a ghost, I’d be stealing all the toilet paper from the living. Nobody gets to use my toilet.
Teagan:
I would totally keep filling the dishwasher with dish soap and turning it on. Bubbles everywhere. All day, every day.
Capri:
Devious!
Lexi:
I don’t even know what to say.
Chapter forty
We stand before the closed door, listening to Henry and Pierce shout at each other.
“This is all your fault! You had one job, you useless dog!” Henry screams out, his voice laced with unbridled anger.
My heart shreds in my chest when Quinn flinches next to me. The memory of Henry calling him something similar while beating him when we were hiding in the garden, hits me square in the chest.
How could a father treat his own children like this? I look at Quinn and see so much of Rebecca’s kind-heartedness and goodness in him. I didn’t know her, but watching her sacrifice herself for her son, I know without a doubt that she was good.
“I trusted you to fix this! Instead, you’ve gone and made things so much worse! Now these stupid women know everything! They will tell the world what we’ve worked so hard to keep under wraps! My family legacy is now in jeopardy because of you,” Henry bellows. “You were supposed to be better than your brothers.”
A moan of pain follows a loud crash. “Father, please! I tried my best! I tried my best!” Pierce wails.
The sound of his voice gives me goosebumps. It’s the same voice that’s tormented us. The same voice that made the command to kill hisbrother, instead killing Rebecca. The same voice that taunted and teased us for his own pleasure.
But it’s also the voice of someone completely and utterly terrified. Is it possible for Pierce to feel fear and remorse after all the monstrous things he did to us?
Quinn takes a deep breath as the screams of pain continue from behind the thick wooden door.
My heart skips when I see how handsomely broken he is. “Are you okay?”
A flash of uncertainty flicks over his dark features. “I…I don’t know if I can do this,” he confesses. “Don’t get me wrong, I want to see them punished as much as everyone else. I just didn’t think it would be this difficult to watch it happen.”
