Chapter 21

  My eyes had to be lying to me. There was no way on earth that this could be true. The blood must be fake. Somehow he knew I was coming home, so he decided to pull a prank on me. One that would be so traumatic that I would never in my life open my mouth to speak again.

  That must be it. That was the only thing that could possibly make any logical sense. There was no way that this could be real. And still I could not help myself. Everything looked and felt and smelled way too real. From the iron I could smell in the blood, to the alcohol lacing the room.

  “No!!!” I screamed breaking the silence, not knowing what else to do. Only knowing that I could not keep myself silent any longer.

  “You!” he yelled as he came at me, and I knew that from that moment on everything just might change. I would be in a puddle of blood, dead, being dragged outside to become a bed for the new rose bushes that would be here by tomorrow. The only thing to mark my final resting place.