Chapter Sixteen
Sadie
Yesterday I decided that I would kill my rapist. I should feel nervous, but I don’t.
We talked for hours last night after everyone left about how to do this.
We decided that the cabin was the best place.
That camp was his downfall at every turn.
It bankrupted him, and he hurt me there.
I get my revenge in the place he deserves to die, and it will easily be labeled as a suicide.
We decided that the guys and Todd would go ahead of Stacy and me to get everything set up. By the time we walk into the cabin, he should be on the chair with the rope around his neck. My only job is to come in there and give him a choice: Suicide and keep power, or let me kill him.
“Ready?” Stacy asks me.
“Yes,” I reply simply. She puts the car in park, and we both get out. “God, I fucking hate this place.”
“Yeah. It’s creepy as fuck, for one,” she says.
We walk to the cabin, and when we walk in, I smile. Maybe that makes me a sociopath when seeing a man with a rope around his neck makes me happy, but I’ll accept it.
“You stupid little bitch,” he barks at me.
“Well, that’s not very kind of you,” I say. “I thought you’d be happy to see me.”
“You won’t get away with this, you know,” he says.
“Yes, I will. You wanna know why?” I ask.
“Why?”
“Because you’re going to kill yourself,” I say.
“Like fuck I am,” he laughs.
“Either you decide to take your own life, or I take that power from you and do it myself,” I say. “And believe me when I say I won’t miss a second of sleep over kicking that chair out from under your feet.”
“Suicide is a sin,” he says firmly.
“Pretty sure raping me was a sin,” I say.
“I was trying to save y…” he starts to say, but I’ve had enough. I am tired of hearing him say he was trying to save me from my demons. I kick the chair in the middle of his words. He instantly starts to thrash.
“You can’t even save yourself,” I say. I glance up at the guys before turning around and walk out of the cabin.
I can hear his struggles as he fights to breathe again.
As the noose tightens on him, it loosens on me—I can finally breathe with him gone.
I will never have to worry if today is the day that he will come after me again.
I will never have to question the loyalty of a friend in fear of them being a minion of his.
I survived him, but he did not survive me.
I’m not the little girl that he abused in the cabin.
I am the woman who refuses to lie down and die.
For more than two decades, it’s been me and the guys - Dean, Lance, and Mason.
We have grown up together, graduated high school and college together, own a thriving tech company, and we still find the time to meet with our friends for a weekly game of football.
They were always my strength when I was weak, and I am the same for them.
It was their love and support that guided me through murky waters.
I can’t wait to spend forever with my best friends.