The Story of Blood and Roses Chapter 155

"I knew all along that you were Melody Vincent's daughter . I knew Cain Vincent was your father . He faked his death so that he could exploit his property and take over his business . " He grabbed one of my shoulders and I flinched back . My wrists hurt badly . The emotional turmoil was sucking my life out .
"What else did you know?" I asked him .
"I had known that I'd have to earn your trust . Everything about you is like your mother . The determination in your eyes . . . I remember seeing it in hers, too . I knew I had to lure you in . You were a good investment . Your parents had left a mark in the business . I knew that people would go to great heights to have you . "
"What would you have done? Would you have sold me? I wouldn't have gone down without a fight . " I let the chill seep into my voice . I had tried to grab onto the last ray of hope, but it slipped from between my fingers . I had fallen into his web of lies .
He's doing everything for himself . He's not trying to protect anyone . I was stupid enough to believe him… stupid enough to actually think that he would care about other people .
"I know that you would fight until your last breath . I trust you," he said cheekily . "How could I ever sell you out, my love? You're mine . I would never share you with anyone . " His words made my blood boil . He leaned in to press another kiss to my lips . My mind fought, but my body: it relaxed under his touch .
To think that the lips of a traitor would bring me peace .
When he pulled away, he had a scowl on his face .

I glared at him . Conjuring all my strength and with the consent of my body, mind and heart, I spat at him . He staggered back in shock . A sense of victory overcame me . I had gotten the last word .
Guess Daisy was right about the whole 'people throwing away people after they fucked' thing .
"Get her up from that fucking chair," he growled as he wiped his cheek with the back of his hands .
I had it coming for a long time .
It was fucking time to face the music .
I knew how it would play out .
They would drag it out for days, starving me, giving me hope, trying to torture information I didn't have out of me .
I would keep them busy .

I would give them trivial details about their life, just to spook them out .
I would cut off my sense of pain like I had so many times before .
I would wait it out and kill myself when I got the perfect opportunity .
I couldn't get out of it .
It was the end .
It was time to embrace reality .
I wondered why the watch was still on my wrist .
I realized only I could take it out .
I wondered why no one was coming to get me out .
I rationalized that I was too big a liability to have around .
I was no longer useful to anyone . I was better left for dead .
I could hear the sound of the metal scissors snipping away the grimy layer of fabric from my skin . I felt the cool, sharp tips of it dig into my side, ever so often . I never once looked into the eyes of the people who surrounded me . I kept my eyes on him .

He seemed unaffected .
I loved to play the game .
I had nothing more to lose .
This would be my final revenge .
"I love you," I whispered . Heads snapped towards me . His eyes stayed locked on Darcy . He didn't dare look at me . He knew what I was doing .
"Are you talking to the little bastard?" Darcy laughed . I shook my head . Finally, I pulled my eyes away and stared at the older man .
"You," I said, firmly . Pride burst through my chest as I saw his eyes widen a bit . "I am no ballerina . I can't show you my blackened feathers, but I love you . . . I always have . "
"Ballerina?" Luke muttered, suspiciously . "What do you mean, girl?"
"Do you remember the theatre? The red velvet seats, the silence that overcame the crowd as the curtains slid open? Didn't she look beautiful? I wished I was her . To have your affection, the time of your day . It must have been a boon . Tell me, did you see her for the first time on that stage?" My voice was barely over a whisper, but I knew that the man had heard me . He had fallen in love with a dancer . A woman so passionate that she could turn her tears into liquid perfection on the stage .
"Are you trying to rattle me, girl?" I shook my head .
"I'm just awed to finally be in your presence . I always wondered if I would be lucky enough to survive meeting you . I think I got my answer today . "
"So, you've been stalking me all your life?"

Chapter end