Chapter Thirty-Three
I see Darby in Skylar .
I’m reminded of why I’m back here to begin with.
I remember why I came back here with Skylar.
Why I started this entire process.
He can’t fucking break me.
I’m a Greene.
We don’t break.
I smile at Skylar and tilt my head. “Run off and play now. Mommy needs her rest.”
“Okay,” she says. She leans over and hugs me, and I hug her back.
It gives me strength.
I remember Darby and remember what she would want for her children.
I remember Luke throwing Dalton’s head in my direction.
I remember everyone .
I lie back down.
I need to rest. Once my wounds have healed, I will exact my revenge.
Richter may be lost, but there’s still hope for Skylar.
She’s still innocent.
I doze, resting peacefully until I feel a weight on the bed, and this time I know it’s not the children.
I sleepily open my eyes and smile. “Hello, Daddy.”
He smiles down at me. “I’ve made burgers on the grill, come butter the buns, and we’ll have delicious hamburgers for dinner.”
I nod and sit up.
He tilts my chin and kisses my lips. “I love that you still taste like my cock.”
I bite my lip, and he smirks.
He gets up and walks out.
I grab my cane, and with renewed energy, I go to the kitchen.
Richter is there, cutting the buns in half.
“Hello, Mommy.” He’s so dutiful.
I want to shake him. To wake him up.
But Pater took him to a room alone when he asked about Darby. Who knows what he did with the boy to get in his head?
I smile. “Hello, Richter. Thank you for helping.”
I get the butter out and spread it on the buns.
“Daddy doesn’t like it when we spread the butter so thick,” he says nonchalantly.
I scrape the butter off. “Our secret then.”
He looks up at me and nods slowly.
He helps me carry the buns to the dining room table and I sit beside Pater.
“Thank you, Mommy and Richter.”
“Thank you, Daddy, for the delicious food,” I say.
He looks at me curiously and takes my hand, squeezing it. “I hope you enjoy it.”
I bow my head submissively.
He seems satisfied, so he starts to dish up the burgers.
We eat quietly. Not a word is said between us, and when we’re done, Richter and Skyler take the dishes to wash up.
Luke looks at me. “Are you feeling better?”
“Yes, Daddy, I know you only do what’s best for me.”
“I do, don’t I?” he chuckles. “You can rest tonight. I feel like having a good night’s sleep myself.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I say quietly. “Can I take my leave?”
“Go ahead.” He sits back.
I leave and go to the bedroom. The plan is already forming in my mind.
Another night or two just to work out the details and I will put it into action.
I will suffer until then.
For Skylar.
For Darby.
For every Greene woman bred and fucked in this house, trapped in this broken cycle.
I hear footsteps and I quickly get under the covers, curling up on my side, my back to his side.
I hear him get naked. He climbs into bed and then I feel the weight of his arm over me as he holds me.
Ever the fucking loving father?