Chapter 56
He told him.
After everything we had been through, he told my dad my secret. A secret that wasn”t his to tell yet he done it anyway no doubt for his own gain. My chest now hollow, where only moments ago my heart beat along to the pretty song that only he could hear. A song that only played for him. And now there was nothing. My chest ached. Emptiness caving in and cracking where he had once filled. Everyone I love in my life leaves. Whether that be my fault or theirs, they always leave and I am the only one it hurts.
My mom.
My dad.
Lucy.
Keaton.
Things will go back to normal with my dad eventually, but our wounds have only been patched up with band aids. But still. He left me, replaced me and now it”s just me and my babies.
Alone. Again.
I catch the glisten of my engagement ring and hold it up in front of my face, a weak smile trembles across my lips.
How did it all fall apart that quick?
Letting my hand slowly fall into the duvet, I sink under it and cry myself to sleep. Because honestly, as much as he has hurt me, I”ve hurt myself more by telling him to leave.
I wake, eyes blurry and they feel swollen. I can hear movement in my room and slowly sit up to see a figure at the side of my bed, checking my monitors. I turn to look at the time, it”s ten past ten. Not late, but also not the usual time Becca comes in.
“Hello?” I say to the gowned figure, the bottom of his face hidden behind a mask.
“Hello Arizona,” dark eyes shimmer with a glint of uneasiness and my blood runs cold. I have no idea who this man is, but he isn”t anyone I have met before.
Panic claws at my throat as I reach for the buzzer, but his hand is on my wrist, stopping me.
“Get off of me,” I shout, before screaming but it doesn”t help. He slaps his hand across my mouth and turns me to look at him before he rips his mask off.
And that’s when I recognize the eyes.
His face.
Everything about him.
“Don”t make a fucking sound, do you understand me?” his eyes bug, jaw sharp like glass and cheek bones hollowed.
I nod, eyes watering and I try my hardest not to cry in front of him.
“Good girl,” his chilling voice sends shivers up and down my spine. “Now, I am going to lift my hand... you”re not going to make a peep, are you?” he asks and I shake my head quickly.
He lifts his hand from my mouth, and I roll my lips. They hurt. He was forceful. My fingers spread on top of the covers to try and feel around for my phone but it”s not there.
“Looking for this?” he catches me, and my phone is in his hands.
A whimper leaves me and just when I think he is going to hit me, or kill me, he smothers my mouth with a muslin cloth and it doesn”t matter how much I try and fight it, it”s useless. My body feels heavy, lungs burning, eyes closing and that”s all I remember before my world goes black. Silent. Empty.