Page 83 of Dark Notes, Volume Two

Samantha drags a chair across the floor and Marc releases my throat and says, “Sit the fuck down, bitch.”

I cough and sputter as I try to do what he said but I’m dizzy and have trouble sitting and crash to the floor.

He leans down and smacks me across the face.

“Sit on the goddamn chair, fat bitch.”

Samantha grabs my arm and pulls me up and pushes me in the chest causing immediate pain as I land in the chair.

“Why are you here? I was going to meet you as requested.”

She rolls her eyes at me.

“Are you really that fucking stupid, Amy?”

“You need to leave, Jett will see you on the cameras and my driver will be here any minute.”

“Amy, Amy, Amy, you stupid fat bitch. We are five steps ahead of you. We assisted in a tree falling down at the bottom of the driveway that whoopsie, caused the power to go out. And well your driver, well he may or may not live past the injection of fentanyl we just gave him.”

I already hated her but now that she’s calling me by my given name repeatedly it is only increasing my hostility.

“Let me guess. You aren’t here to apologize?”

She barks out a laugh, “No. I regret nothing. And I never planned to meet you in a public place. We just needed you to open the door. Now, put your hands behind the chair.”

Samantha pulls zip ties out of her back pocket and while I try not to show it, I’m freaking out on the inside. If they tie me up, I will not be able to get to the knife. I will have zero chance of defending myself.

“I’m not going to fight you. There’s no way I could fight off two of you. Do what you want. You win, I lose.”

They both stand in front of me looking pleased and Marc smirks at me before speaking.

“Did you see the article about the great Mia Montgomery?”

I nod, “Yeah.”

He grins, “That was my doing.”

I look at him like he’s lost his mind, although I’m not sure he ever had it to begin with.

“You announced to the world that you raped me. A child at the time? Why would you do that?”

Marc leans over me and wags his finger in my face just like he used to when I was a kid. I shut my eyes tight when he yells and he sprays my face with his spit.

“I told you, that was your fault. What do you expect when you walk around like a little whore? Act like a whore, you get treated like one.”

I ignore his words because I need to know, even if I’m going to die, how this happened.

“And you two know each other? That’s a strange coincidence.”

Samantha laughs loudly, “You brought us together, angel.”

The way she says Jett's name for me with such spite makes me smile because I know how much it pisses her off.

“She came to visit me after the article and we realized we needed each other to make you pay for what you have done to both of us.”

I know what Marc is pissed about spending almost twelve years in prison but I have no idea what Samantha thinks I’ve done to her so I turn my head and stare at her with a questioning expression.

“You stole him from me. I was going to end up with Jett until you came into the picture. He was mine and you had no fucking right.”