“Please, don’t…”
“No.” He shakes his head and clamps a hand over my mouth. “I never want to see you again. I never want to hear from you again.” I’m led down the last set of stairs, tears burning my cheeks.
“Nathan, please.”
“Shut up!” He snarls, dragging me towards the door. I stumble but his grip doesn’t loosen. “I mean it, Guinevere.” The door opens and I’m shoved outside into the cold. Cold, emotionless brown eyes attack my greys. “You’re dead to me.” The door slams shut, leaving me petrified on the spot.
“Oh my god,” I murmur, my teeth chattering. Tears that were falling before now rush from my eyes in two endless streams. I hold my coat tight to my body and race towards Jeanine’s car. We have to leave and we have to leave now. Whatever demons Nathan’s holding aren’t something I want to address. He clearly doesn’t want to share them and I don’t blame him. I can only imagine what it’s like having a secret that powerful.
I’ll give him his wish.
I try not to break down when I get to Jeanine’s.
I do. I break down so badly I can’t even sob as I cry.
Jeanine instantly kneels beside me and pulls me into her arms. She tries to reassure me that everything will be okay. It’s not like I don’t know that it’ll be okay. Of course it will be okay. If there’s one thing I’ve learned over these past few months since losing Caleb, it’s that life goes on. I’ll be okay but I’ll never be the same.
Not after what I’ve just seen.
Nathan… my poor Nathan. How do I deal with this? I want to take away his pain but I don’t think he wants it taking away.
Another Weston male came into my life, made me feel alive and then left without looking back. For Caleb this was nature taking him from his body, for Nathan this was his nature taking him from me. Different types of nature that was forced on both of them. Caleb’s was a natural nature, Nathan’s was a nature so unnatural, it scares me to even think of it.
I’m going to vomit again.
Nathan would never be this way if not for his grandfather. If the man were still alive, I’d probably kill him myself, prison sentence be damned.
Was Caleb abused too? No… something tells me that this never happened to Caleb.
But why?
Will I ever know the answers? Do I even want to know?
No. I don’t think I do. I want to take my son and get far away from here.
So that’s what I’ll do. It’s what I have to do.
It just hurts so bad, knowing that he’s hurting…
TO BE CONTINUED…
HERE’S A SNEAK PEEK INTO THE FUTURE…
I hold the brown bottle in my hand and bring it to my mouth. My chest and throat burn after I swig the spirit. I welcome the burn, I deserve it. I deserve the pain and the torture. I’m no better than he was.
Her hands bang against the glass, she can see me. She’s looking right at me. Screams of fright and anguish can be heard over the crackling and roaring flames that have engulfed the house. They lick at the sky, creating a huge cloud of thick, grey smoke that lingers over the trees.
She doesn’t deserve to die this way, I didn’t even know she was here, but she knows too much. This is a means to an end. She’s seen it, she’s heard it and she knows it so she must die with it.
I only pray that her end is swift. For the pain in her eyes troubles me, it must be scorching hot in there now. The room she’s standing in has begun to glow orange. The flames have finally reached her. She’s too high up to jump out of the window and there’s clearly no other way out.
I take another swig and lean back against the tree behind me. Watching her long black hair fall from its hair tie as she frantically beats at the window.
My own sorrow for my sins overwhelms me and I cry silently as she falls from view, the smoke too thick for her lungs. At least darkness will claim her before she burns alive.
“I’m so sorry, Guinevere,” I mutter and stand. “I’m so sorry.” Sirens can be heard in the distance, so I take my bottle and vanish into the night.