Handcuffed

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

I'm not sure what was more shocking: what doctor asshole said or what this bitch was saying. Incest or baby? I think Clare saying she wanted to have a baby hit a deeper nerve but it shouldn't be that shocking really if you think about it. I mean... it was Clare. It still shook me to the core. It was clear Luke was in the same shape. But I was the first to act.

I was on my feet, staring down at where she was sitting. Her eyes were on mine, teasing and laughing at me. She liked how angry I was. And because of that, I forced myself to stay put in that shaky position, standing and just giving her a death glare.

"You... cheap fuck," I whispered unconsciously. I meant it though. Hell, there were worse words I could use to describe such a fucked up being. Since I was the one that broke the silence, and with those words, both of their eyes looked up at me. Luke was dazed and all he could say was something I understood in his spot.

"Albany, go upstairs to bed. Your mother and I need to talk," I only stared back into his eyes, my body physically shaking.

"Why?" I asked, close to losing it. Just the thought... ugh, god just thinking about what she would do.... "Why? Clare wanted me down here. She wanted me to hear this. And it's because she's such a nice caring and loving mother. Not some sick psycho bitch trying to fucking taunt me!" I yelled, my breath going ridged as I buried the hate behind my eyes into hers. I want her to hurt. I want to cut her in pieces and stomp over her remains. I wanted to with all of my being at the moment.

Luke shifted slightly and I drew my eyes to him. He looked physically sick and woudn't meet Clare's eyes. He met my gaze and there was a demand there. That was for me to listen to him. Otherwise, I think he would have exploded there in front of me.

"Albany," he said in a whisper. "Please," he said, begging me with his eyes. "Your mother and I need to talk this out right now," he nodded as if convincing himself that that was going to happen. Ha! A civilized talk? When Luke might disagree with the queen of this house? If anyone, he should be the one to bitch her out but of course, Clare would take that job.

I bit my lip, trying to hide back my emotions. Because really, there was a lot of them over this. I took in a shaky breath and bit my tongue. Fingers curled into tight fists at my side, I somehow found feeling in my legs and started to make my way towards the stairs.

"Goodnight then, you stable fucking lovebirds," I said, loud enough for them to hear me as I headed up the stairs. And the whole way up to my room, I didn't hear either of them say a word to each other. Luke I bet was still trying to take it all in. Closing my door behind me, I collapsed on my bed and just sat there, thinking. There was nothing else I could do after that. I just prayed he said no to her. Who am I kidding though. Like God ever helped a girl out.

***

Looking at my bedside clock, it read 2:00 am. Everything in the house was silent and has been for the past hour. Before that however... well, all I can say is I never heard Clare yell so loud in her life. And that tells you something considering she spent countless days of my life screaming at me. She was sobbing and yelling at him but I didn't know what. I wasn't going to get my hopes up just because she was throwing a fit. And since the yelling between them occurred downstairs, I had no clue what was exchanged. Like I said, I wasn't jumping to conclusions from that though. I did however come to the conclusion that maybe Clare didn't love her husband at all.

So I just spent the last few hours... lost in what she said. I realized that if Luke agreed to have a child with her - which I doubt considering the yelling - but if he did, I think I would really kill her. I mean, that was a life goal of mine for a while but I wouldn't let her get pregnant again if I could help it. I would kill her before she could get pregnant, knowing I would have saved another child from suffering. I would not let her do what she did to me or even Emily again. I'm willing to throw my life away by killing her than let her have another child and walk free.