Page 15 of Wraith
Chapter Fourteen
“She died.”
The words send a chill down my spine that I don’t expect. His story is almosthaunting.
“What happened to the boy?” I can’t believe I’m willingly talking to him but his story has me opening my mouth and askingquestions.
“He died, too.” He sighs and shifts in his chair. “Go to sleep, tiger, story time is over.” I listen into the still of the night, the fire crackling along with Wraith’s slowing breaths is the only thing hitting my ears as I continue trying to move the knife closer to my hands. When he had me go to the bathroom, the pan brought the blade further up the mattress. I push past the embarrassment of the whole ordeal, trying not to linger too much on the fact that he saw—and touched—my most intimate parts. The warm wash cloth sent an unwanted thrill through my body and I hoped that there was no sign of my arousal when he finished. The thought only makes the situation that much more unbearable. How could I have such a reaction to him doing such an unwanted and intimate thing? The question brings me back to his story. Was it his story? Was he the little boy? It shutter thinking of something like that happening to a child. My own memories coming back to me as I imagine a young Wraith being forced to do things no child should be subjected to. I shake it off. He’s the enemy, plain and simple. There isn’t a sob story out there he can tell that will make me change mymind.
Not even if it involvesme.
