“Holly?” Doc whispers as I continue to stare at Cheryl, a very dead, naked Cheryl who I just killed to save my boyfriend and the urge to run consumes me, no, it suffocates me.
I need to leave.
“I need a breather,” I admit as my past flashes before my eyes, the pain.
“Okay,” Doc instantly agrees despite knowing I’m going to go radio silent again, something he’s obviously noticed is my thing while Ace complains, “Now hang on a second, Alex is—”
Doc cuts him off and states, “Look at Holly, brother,” before I feel eyes on me as I tremble, and Ace mutters, “Fuck, she needs a breather.”
“I’m taking Caleb,” I instantly state without question, and I feel the tension in the room loosen while Alex groans, “Hol…” and I flinch as his head moves to the side.
I need to get out of here, I need… My eyes go to Cheryl again, blood surrounding her head, sounding into Alex’s carpeted floor.
The urge to vomit hits me as the sound of Cheryl's head hitting the pole rings inside my mind, and I look towards her face, her eyes still wide, lifeless.
I killed her, oh god I-I….
Caleb is going to hate me.
“Go on, Hol, we’ve got this,” I hear someone say, and I nod once before storming out of Alex’s room without looking back at him with a lump in my throat and blood on my hands, suddenly second-guessing taking Caleb, heck, or even my own daughter.
I’m a murderer, yet I can’t leave the kids, I just can’t, they are mine, my everything.
Dammit, these past nine weeks just haven’t been for me. Ever since meeting Alex, things have gone from bad to worse, and I don’t know how we can overcome this.
I’m a murderer.
Chapter 20
Dirty
I groan, bile hitting me as a heavy weight squashes down on me, something wet hitting my cock, and dizziness consumes me, the need to pass out hits hard, but I can’t, no, fuck, I need to shove her off me…
“Come on, baby, get hard for me!” Cheryl's whiny voice echoes, and I groan, “Holly,”needing to get to my Holly, but my body doesn’t comply.
Fuck, what did she do to me?
Cheryl repeats, “Come on, baby, get hard,” with more frustration when my body doesn’t do as she wants and the bile rises, my body not moving, not complying with my mind to shove her off me.
Holly, I need my Holly, darling…
“Holly,” I manage to moan, and Cheryl snaps, “No, not Holly!” and thrusts down on me harder, trying to get my dick hard, but it won’t comply, the fucker only wants his girl, our girl.
“Come on, I want another baby, then I’ll get your goddamn cut!” Cheryl snaps, and I groan with displeasure, my mind not able to comprehend how to get my body to move, to stop Cheryl and her crazy ass.
Holly, I need my girl.
Cheryl’s weight is suddenly off me, making it easier to breathe just before I hear, “What the fuck?!” and I try to move, but my body yet again doesn’t comply as their words begin to sound funny, like I’m underwater and bile hits again.
Fuck, how much fucking drugs did the crazy bitch give me?
“I need a breather,” Holly’s words hit me, my girl, her sweet voice trembling.
Fuck, what’s wrong with my darling?
I try to stand, to beg her not to leave me, please, Holly, darling, but a voice that sounds like Doc's instantly agrees, and I groan.
Fuck what is the idiot doing?
