Dylan wasn’t hurt.
He is fine.
My brother is just fine.
He had to be.
I couldn’t have gone through everything just to lose him too.
Kitty! Oh God, Kitty!
My best friend.
My sister-in-law.
She couldn’t be dead.
No. I wouldn’t believe it.
She is too strong.
She knows how to protect herself.
She is fine.
She has to be.
This wasn’t happening.
NO! NO! NO!
Gasping for air, I fell to my knees as I let out a blood-curdling scream. A pain I never experienced washed over me, engulfing me in a storm I could not control. I couldn’t see anything as tears flowed freely down my face as wracking sobs broke free from deep within my soul.
So much had happened since I was taken.
We planned it all.
I knew what to expect, and I dealt with it the only way I could.
I put it out of my head as if it never happened.
Locking it away so deep that not even my subconsciousness could find it. I held on to the hope that one day Dylan, Kitty, and I would be free of the ties that bound us all together, and we could live our lives in peace.
That’s all we wanted.
Peace.
To never look over our shoulder again in fear that our past would come to find us.
I didn’t fight when strong arms gathered around me, holding me tight. Hanging onto my lifeline, I cried for everything I endured. Everything I lost. Everything I would never have.
This was too much.
I couldn’t do this anymore.
I just wanted to sleep.
To forget.