Bleed With Me (Bleeding Veins Duet #1)

Chapter 1 The Beginning

The Beginning

Liviana Jericho

Two years ago…

“Would you both come on, lift his feet,” my father orders. I groan, trying to catch my breath. Grabbing the dead man’s tied legs roughly, my eyes fly to my mother who is struggling with his thighs.

“Can’t we just drag him? He’s already in a tarp?” I ask, raising a brow and my father huffs.

“I don’t know how much time we have left before someone comes looking for him. Stop complaining and just help. This is your fault anyway.” He scolds as his accusations slice through my chest reminding me that I just killed a man out of rage.

Time and time again, when I get overly angry, rage consumes me and I black out—Samantha remembers all too well what happened when she kissed Dillon at the ice cream shop, thinking I didn’t see.

Ruthanne bears the scar across her face from the slice I left after I caught her sucking Dillon's dick in the back of the church after I just had fucked him. We fought that night because he cut me too deep, with his knife and I needed to go home and get my kit to stitch up the wound. But when I came back I caught them together. I sliced her right cheek pretty nicely and I don’t regret it.

What I regret is staying with the asshole for as long as I did.

He’s half the reason I get into the messes that I do and I’m the only one to suffer the consequences.

Now we have Michael, my father’s friend who tried to touch me way too many times.

I can’t help that when I’ve had enough—I snap and attack.

With therapy, I’ve learned I could control my impulsiveness and think about what my next move is, instead of just automatically reacting.

Clearly counseling and anger management isn’t working, like my parents wish it would.

I thought I was making progress but I guess I’m not.

My father slapping my mother takes me out of my head and into the present.

“Dad, touch her again. I swear to god. You will be next at the bottom of this river.” I growl.

“You both are nothing but vile creatures. I should’ve stayed in Colorado.

It’s where I truly belong. Fuck!” He yells pointing at the both of us, as he shoves the body into the river.

The sounds of the small waves crashing against the rocks has me taking a deep breath.

I never asked them to help me hide the body.

I never asked for fucking anything. My father should’ve never put me in the predicament in the first place.

My mother is nothing but a trophy wife; that gives him everything and anything he wants.

If she defies him he beats her bloody. I’ve watched it all my life.

My father wishes I’d been the one who died, not my brother who was just like him.

Fun fact is… I am like him except, I have a whole ass cunt and I’m not afraid to use it.

Watching the dead body float across the river, my mother stomps away crying and I roll my eyes.

I’ll never be with a man like my father.

He’s a piece of shit just like Dillon. Turning around and heading slowly back up the hill towards the car, my father grabs me, spinning me around and wrapping his hand around my throat.

“Not a word to anyone about this, you hear me?” He growls and I nod.

“This is not a game or a joke. If someone finds out about this—it’s your life hanging in the balance.

Not ours. Got it?” He says and I nod again.

He lets go of my throat and walks away without a backwards glance.

I follow behind; keeping my distance and once we get to the top, him and my mother get into their car and I get into mine and head home.

As I’m driving behind my parents, a black SUV pulls up behind me, riding my tail for about a mile and then pulls up beside me passing both me and my parents.

What the fuck? My phone pings in my cup holder as we reach the gates to my parents estate.

Picking it up I see its a message from an unknown number.

Unknown:

Your secret is safe with me…For now.

Chills crawl up my spine and I chuck my phone into my passenger seat.

Not tonight. Not after what I just did. Fuck that– fuck him and his bullshit games.