I didn’t believe a word he said.
“We talked about it several times.”
What the hell was he talking about? He’d never told me he was about to steal my kidney! “Please just let me leave. Please let me out of here.”
He nodded. “Okay.” He reached out like he was going to help me up.
I grimaced. “Please. If you care about me at all.” My whole body shook with my tears. Everything fucking hurt. But I was pretty sure my heart hurt most of all. None of it had been a dream. Which meant Matt hated me. He thought I was the monster. Not my dad or Isabella, but…me. “Please,” I sobbed.
“Okay. Honestly, I think this is for the best,” he said. “This was what I wanted all along. I’m glad you’re finally seeing reason.” He nodded to Dr. Wilson.
I felt something pinch my arm and looked up a second too late to see Dr. Wilson injecting me with something.
The room grew even blurrier.
“Shh,” my dad whispered, gently patting my shoulder.
Get away from me.
He’d tricked me.
He’d used me.
He’d never actually loved me. No one loved me.
All my father had ever wanted me for was my kidney. He’d sought me out just to use me. An illegitimate kid with no other purpose. Someone to use and cast aside just like everyone else in my life had. I had nothing. And no one.
“Go back to sleep,” my father whispered. “Everything’s fine.”
Nothing was fine. I tried to move away from him, but my body wasn’t listening to me. It was like it had just…given up.
“What did you give me?” At first I wasn’t sure he heard me, because my lips felt weird. But he finally responded.
“It’s just a mild sedative so you can get your rest. I’ll take care of all the arrangements. I’ll get you somewhere safe. A fresh start, princess.”
I didn’t want whatever his version of safe was. And I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted the pain to stop. I just wanted…everything to stop. It hurt too fucking much.
Runaway - Chapter 2
Friday
I was in a white room. I wasn’t sure where. Despite the machines everywhere, it didn’t look like a hospital room. Just a normal bedroom. If something so sterile could be considered normal.
I’d woken up here a few minutes ago. Or maybe it was a few hours.
At least my body worked now. I curled up in a ball and stared at the white wall. It looked like one of the blank canvases I’d given to Matt yesterday. A Thanksgiving Day present. Or at least, I thought it had been yesterday. I had no idea what day it was anymore.
All I knew was that the painting set I’d given Matt was stupid.
I’d been stupid. About all of it.
I’d thought he had my back.
I’d thought he loved me.
The white wall blurred in front of me as the tears clouded my vision.
I’d loved him. I’d loved him so much. And he…he’d left me alone with my dad and half-sister. Matt knew I was scared of Isabella. He knew what kind of man my dad was. And he had left me in their clutches. And now I was God knows where and missing afucking kidney. What kind of fiancé left the supposed love of his life in the hands of the devil himself?
