"What are you doing? Rest." I hurried to her, and she brushed me off.
"Domino, my little doll, my perfectly imperfect doll, please. I'll call the ambulance. Just go sit."
"Not yet. I have to end this."
"What do you mean? It's ended. Everyone is dead."
"Not everyone." She reached the stairs and looked back. "No one's killed Marisol yet."
Rule 62 - Domino
Hold the railing when taking the stairs.
Fabian caught me at the doors. He was covered in blood but smiling.
"I've never felt this good in my life." He was breathing heavily.
"What happened?" I croaked.
"Mattias is handled. We just have to see to Marisol. I was coming to check the cameras. I know she's somewhere in the park."
"She's at the Cyclone," I said.
"How do you know?"
"Because it's the first ride Dad had built." I put my tired hand on his shoulder. "I'm going to do this alone. Go help Swayze and Koi downstairs."
"Downstairs? Okay, take this." He handed me a knife and headed into the building, and I limped away, starting toward the Cyclone. Marisol knew this was where this would end. She was waiting for me to come for her.
The sun was starting to rise on this horrible night. I would be glad when it was over.
As I limped along, feeling the nails embedded in my thigh, the stab wound in my calf, and all the other scratches andbruises, my mind went through what I'd learned from Dad's diary over the last two days. None of what Marisol knew as truth was real.
Marisol, Monica, and everyone else made me feel like I was the worst thing that had ever been created, and yet, I'd been the only Risky child created from love. My mother was a simple woman from a no-name family. They'd fallen for each other in high school, but because of his wealth, he'd been forced to marry someone else. But he never stopped loving my mother.
His words made me sob and laugh, and my heart broke for the two of them. Neither got to be happy in the end, but they both loved me more than Marisol, Mattias, or Monica could ever love anyone. Fabian had read the book and explained that this was why he tried to look for me.
"You are the true heir to all of this. You should have been the only one born, not all of us. I think it's time you take them down."
"What about you? Should you lose your inheritance too?"
"If that's what you want, or, I could help you."
"Help me what?"
"Survive."
It was then that I discovered that the rest of the people here were back at camp planning my murder. I had nothing left but to trust Fabian. He promised me he'd help me, and I was going to trust that he'd done his part.
The blood on his shirt told me he had.
I made it to the Cyclone and saw the train of cars zip on past, doing the loop and going 97 miles an hour down the track.
"Hello, sister! I thought for sure you would have just laid down and died," Marisol called down to me.
"I don't go down that easy." I gripped the banister and started the struggle up the stairs. My legs kept buckling, but I kept moving.
"Could have fooled me. Your boyfriend's live-stream tell a whole other story. Who knew you were such a little cock-slut? I get it, though. They're the first ones who gave you attention. Dating is a hard thing to navigate. Maybe in your next life, you'll learn to wait a little more." She stood at the top of the stairs, mocking me.
