It all started one dark night. The last night I saw my family. The night
I met him. The only man to haunt my every moment.
The first few hours were okay. I thought about Gert, James and Peter. Then it became harder to forget Aiden wasn’t just outside. He’d left me snacks and sandwiches. I ate a little when I got hungry and got desperate enough that I had to go in the bucket.
How long had he been gone? I lost all sense of time, beginning to lose my grip on reality. I kept hearing the locks turning in my head but the door never opened. I thought I heard his deep voice whispering in my ear.
“Avery. Avery. Avery.”
I whipped my head around but there was nothing. The cell was empty. I couldn’t take it any longer. Marching over to the door, I banged on it over and over.
“Aiden, please, please, I can’t deal with this anymore. I promise I’ll be good. I promise. Just let me out. I don’t want to be alone anymore.”
Tears fell down my cheeks.
“Aiden. Please. I… I need you.”
The moment those words left my lips, I collapsed on the floor. They were the truth. I did need him. It wasn’t just to end this torment in the cell. I looked forward to seeing him. My beautiful avenging angel.
“I need you,” I sobbed, burying my face in my hands. “I need you.”
When I saw him, I forgot my parents were dead by his hands. All I saw was him. All that hard muscle beneath his clothes which I’d felt pressed up against me when he’d pinned me to the wall. The self-assured way he carried himself. The deadly look in his eyes. Those silver eyes which haunted my every waking moment and even my dreams. Aiden was all of that and so much more. And I was the stupid girl who couldn’t look away.
“Please, Aiden, come back to me.”
I crawled away from the door. The locks rang in my ears. I peered at it, but it didn’t open.
Was I having a mental breakdown?
Had I finally snapped?
I was definitely hearing things that weren’t really there.
“Avery, you are mine. Mine.”
I put my hands over my ears. It had to stop. All of it.
I saw feet in front of me. I looked up and there was my father.
“My little angel. I’ve missed you. Daddy is home now.”
His voice sounded disjointed. I didn’t understand how he was here. He was supposed to be dead. I saw him die.
“You’re not real.”
“Don’t you want to see me, sweetie?”
“No. No, you’re not real. You can’t be.”
“Avery, why didn’t you save me? Why didn’t you stop him?”
No. This couldn’t be happening. I couldn’t have done anything to stop Aiden. No. His eyes looked exactly like my dad’s with those little crinkles in the corners.
“You’re not real! Not real. Please, Aiden. I need Aiden.”
“Aiden killed me. How can you want the man who killed me?”
I put my hands over my eyes. I was hallucinating my own father. This could not be happening.
“Stop. Please stop. Aiden, make it stop.”
“Aiden isn’t here, angel. Aiden can’t save you. Look at me, baby, look at me.”
“No. He can. He can. I need him,” I sobbed. “I need him.”
I was fucking crazy. All of this was a sick twisted dream and I couldn’t get out of it. Was I asleep or was this just guilt? Either way, I needed the stupid vision of my father to go away. He was messing me up even more. I couldn’t take this.
“Look at me, Avery.”
I slowly removed my hands from my eyes. Right between his eyes, a hole started to form, blood pouring out of the wound. I screamed, scrambling backwards until I hit the wall. Lifeless eyes stared back at me.
“Why didn’t you save me?” my father said one last time before he collapsed on the floor.
I huddled my knees up to my chest and buried my face in them, sobbing. It wasn’t real. Nothing was real anymore
All I could think about was Aiden coming back and finding me like this. A mess. No longer able to distinguish between a hallucination and reality.
Is this what he wanted?
Did he want to break me this much?
Seeing my father had well and truly fucked me up.
Why did I even care what Aiden might think?
He caused this. He killed my family. I should be angry with him, except I wasn’t. It didn’t matter if that made me insane. All I wanted right now was him. He was real. I’d find my way back to reality for him.
climbing trees and building Lego towns with her younger brother.
Sarah fell in love with novels when she was a teenager reading her
aunt’s historical regency romances. She has always loved the
supernatural and exploring the darker side of romance and fantasy novels.
is one of her biggest inspirations and she always has something on in
the background whilst writing. She is an avid gamer and is often
found hogging her husband’s Xbox.
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