Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
I drop it down the side of the bed and close my eyes.
They’re never going to forgive me for this. Why should they?
I call Remy.
He sends the call right to voicemail.
God dammit.
I call Rhett, who doesn’t answer either.
I need someone to talk to. Someone. Anyone.
I dial Maggie.
Since the hospital we’ve talked a few times over text, but nothing like the way we used to. Still, she was my friend once and I told her we could be again.
I need her right now.
“Hello?” she asks, her voice confused.
“Maggie, it’s Gabby. This is a friend’s phone.”
“Gabby, hey, how are you? I sent you a text, I wondered why you haven’t replied.”
“Do you have time to come by? I can’t talk on the phone.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Not really. Would you mind?”
“Of course. Tell me where you are, I’ll be right there.”
I give her Eve’s address and then I go into the living area to wait for her. When she arrives, I open the door and the second she sees me, she puts her arms around me and pulls me close. “Oh, honey, what’s going on?”
“I’ll tell you everything, but believe me, you’ll not believe a single word of it.”
“That good, huh?”
“It’s that good.”
I let her in, introduce her to Eve, and then I sit down, and I tell her everything.
Every. Single. Thing.
18
“YOU SAY NOTHING ABOUT the plan,” Riggs orders before they leave to go to my father’s the next day. “You simply say what you have to say, and then you end the call. We don’t have time for games.”
I can’t go out to the place they’re keeping my father, because the tracker on my ankle bracelet will alert the police. The only option I have, is FaceTime. Riggs will be setting it up so I can say what I need to say to my father.
“I’m not going to play any games, Riggs. I know I fucked up, but I’m on your side.”
“Are you?” he mutters. “Someone will be in that room while you talk to him, because we don’t trust you in there alone.”
That hits like a punch to the face. They actually think I’d tell my father something that could affect all of this? How stupid do they think I am?
I say nothing else.
When they arrive at the location my father is being kept, a call is made to me. I’m put on video chat and watch as they enter what looks like a massive warehouse. It has large fences around it and is pretty secure. When they walk in, I see it’s a lot tidier inside than it is on the outside. There is even a kitchen and living area. I recall Poppy saying she stayed at a location of theirs for a while—this must have been it.
They go into a bedroom at the back of the warehouse, and standing outside is Adan and Hugh.
The two of them give the screen a look that makes my body tremble, it’s so aggressive.
They hate me too, awesome.
They step through the door, and the first thing I see is a bed that has been pushed up against a wall. In the middle of the room is a chair, and on that chair is my father, bound by chains, his face bloodied, his head hanging. I’m not sure what I expected to feel in this moment, but seeing him like that does shock me. I’m taken aback, and for a minute, I wonder if we’re doing the right thing? Is tormenting someone else really the right way to go about it?
Remy is standing beside him with Hank, and Riggs hands the phone over to them. I see a flash of Remy’s face before he turns the phone to my father. That flash is enough to make my heart ache. His expression cold and empty. He doesn’t want to see me, and why should he after what I’ve done?
“You’ve got ten minutes. Make it count,” Riggs mutters in the background and then a door closes and I figure he must leave the room.
Of course they chose to leave Remy in here.
Is that some sort of punishment?
My father has lifted his head at the sound of Riggs’ voice and his eyes have locked in on the screen that is now facing him. He has a scowl on his face that tells me if he could, he would destroy me. Oh wait, he has already tried that.
“Not feeling super flash, Dad,” I say, trying to keep my voice calm. “I must say you’ve looked better.”
He grins at me, showing me bloodied teeth. “You think you’re going to get away with this?”
I laugh. “Me? Oh, yeah, I do. It’s you who isn’t going to get away with it. You didn’t think I would just let you put me away for something I didn’t do, did you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”