Page 68 of Equilibrium
He still stood there, looking at me as if he could make me disappear on a wish. Tough luck honey, demons couldn’t be exorcised that easily.
“Yeah, yeah,” he uttered. “I’m going.”
I watched his retreating form as he entered the massive house, and I plopped down on the floor. My legs were killing me. The lack of food, water, and the hours of standing up, it all took a toll on my body. Those three idiots almost killed me, and I couldn’t wait for the day I would get to see their faces and make them pay for everything they did to me.
But not now.
Now I had to be smarter than that. Now I had to recover and gather my wits. I couldn’t keep going like this. No matter what, I didn’t want to die. There was so much more I had to do in this life, and even if the last thing I ever had to do was to make those three suffer, then so be it.
They weren’t the only ones that lost her. I promised her I would take care of everything, and I failed. I failed her, and I probably failed my sister because now I would never be able to find out where she was.
Being close to my father and Theo, I at least had a small chance of gathering the necessary information, but like this, I had nothing. Not even a single trace.
She was forever lost to me, and I hated this helpless feeling seeping into my bones. I wasn’t helpless. I was a fighter, and they made me feel this way.
They took away everything from me, and I was going to get it all back.
“Girly,” the idiot called to me, walking alone. Why was he alone? Storm wasn’t here?
“Please tell me that he’s here.”
I just needed a bed and some food. That was all.
“He’s here, but…” he hesitated. “He doesn’t want to see you.”
“What?”
“He doesn’t know who you are. Said he doesn’t know anyone called Ophelia or Persephone.”
“You’re fucking lying. Let me in, let me talk to him.” I took a few steps toward the house, but he took me from behind, a barrel of a gun placed to my temple.
“Nah, we can’t have that. He said he doesn’t know you, and I don’t want to get my brains splattered on the wall if I let you in. So be a good girly and leave. I’d hate to kill you, but if I have to—”
“Let go of me!”
“Not a chance. If I do, you’ll try to make a run for it, and I don’t wanna have to clean your body from the entrance.”
What in the actual fuck?
“Now go.” He pushed me outside of the gates, blocking the entrance. “I really don’t want to use this gun, girly.”
Just stop with the fucking nickname.
“Boss doesn’t wanna see you. Go try somewhere else.”
Storm didn’t wanna see me. Storm... He... He left me as well.
I wasn’t a saint, but this... this was… No, just no. I did nothing, and now the only person I wanted to see, the only person I thought could help me, didn’t want to see me.
And he had to know it was me. Or maybe I imagined that weird connection between us. Maybe it was all in my head.
What was I supposed to do now?
I didn’t have money. I didn’t have my knives. I had nothing. Fucking nothing. They all left me with nothing.
And Storm, he could go fuck himself. I would get myself out of this mess.
I had to.
