Chapter 6
Evie
Ican’t stop crying. I also can’t help it. I know who took her, and I know what he did. It was never supposed to happen again. That was in the past. She was Queenie, no one could touch her.
Only, he did. He always did.
How was he still alive after that fire? No one could have survived that. Well, I guess he’s not alive anymore. Can’t survive getting your head chopped off.
“What the fuck is going on!” Axel roars a few minutes after we hear Harlow’s door close. “She just walks in here naked and covered in blood, and drops some guy’s fucking head on the table.” He throws his arm towards it. “And a fucking chopped off dick.” He points to the stubby flesh before him. “And takes off to her fucking room like she didn’t get kidnapped and held for two fucking weeks!”
“This is Queenie, none of this shit is new,” Dean snaps back. “We see her with severed body parts all the time, and I can’t even count the amount of times she gets covered in blood.”
“But she was missing... kidnapped. This is different,” Cass says. He keeps looking back at the kitchen door like he wants to go after her, but he knows better. She’s not Harlow right now.
“Does it really surprise anyone that she managed to save herself?” Dean asks.
“Who’s fucking head is that anyways?” Axel demands. “What the fuck is going on?” He repeats, angrily running his hands through his hair.
We’re all in a bit of shock. We were not expecting any of this, no matter how Queenie like this is.
“It’s Triver,” I rasp.
The guys go still and turn to me.
“Triver?” Dean asks, his face now a blank mask.
I nod. “I don’t know how, but apparently he survived that fire. And he came for what he believed was his,” I whisper, staring at my uncle’s mangled severed head.
“How?” Cass asks, a little too calmly.
“I don’t know!” I answer back, raising my voice. “I looked at the blueprints so many times that I could’ve recreated every detail with my eyes closed. There was only one way in, and one way out. There's no way he could have gotten out, we made sure of it.”
“Well, clearly he did,” Dean says, all of their eyes turning to the head.
“Guys,” I say, gaining their attention. “This isn’t good.”
“You think?” Axel asks snidely while cocking a brow. “Our girlfriend was kidnapped by the same man who held her captive for years.” His eyes widen like he just realized something. “You don’t... you don't think he...”
“He did,” I say, breaking again. “I could see it in her eyes.”
“N-,” Cass says, shaking his head, his voice frantic. “No, no, no, no!” he roars, picking up the glass fruit bowl and tossing it against the wall. It shatters into little pieces all over the floor.
“That woman who just walked through that door, that’s Queenie,” I tell him, my body shaking.
“What the fuck do you mean! Of course it is,” Axel shouts.
“No.” I shake my head. “The Queenie you’re used to is the brave, badass Queenie who will kill for the ones she loves. The one whose mission is to rid the world of evil men, and have her fun while doing it.That Queenie,” I exaggerate while pointing in the direction she went in before continuing, “is the version of Queenie that Harlow would turn into whenever Triver would get to her after a show. When he’d drag her from our cell and toss her into a room full of sick and depraved men. That’s the version who is void of all emotion, and her only mission is to feel numb, to shut down and survive.”
“So, he raped her?” Angry tears fall from Cass’s eyes.
“Yeah,” I break into another sob. “And you need to be careful how you approach her. I know you want to run back there, tell her how much you love her, hold her, and protect her. Fuck, I wanna do the same thing, so badly. But if you do that, she’ll only fight back. We can’t risk her leaving.”
“Then what do we do?” Dean asks, looking broken.
“We try our hardest to act like nothing happened, wait until this Queenie feels it's safe enough for the one that we know and love to come out, then Harlow will follow.”
“I don’t understand any of this.” Axel lets out a harsh frustrated breath. “I wanna kill, I wanna fucking burn the world down. I want to bring that fucker back to life, so I can torture him every fucking day for the rest of my life for ever laying his hands on her.”