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to him than I did? I knew he didn’t love me,
but I still thought… I still had this small sliver of hope that he might care
about me. That he might feel sorry for all of the pain he has caused me. That
he might try and find a way to get me out of this situation because part of it
was his fault.
    But I am naïve. I know this. I have
lived a life so sheltered that I have no fucking idea just how selfish people
can be. I am seeing it now. I am obsessed with Dean. Every many I see I compare
to him. Their size, if they are better looking than he is. I close my eyes and
his face is all I see. I rub my hand along my flat belly and think of the small
life growing within and I think that this life is half of Dean. Half of a love
I thought we shared. And I realize that while he is my every breath, my every
thought, I am nothing more to him than a chip in a game called vendetta.

Chapter 13
    I don’t ask for Adam when other men
come into the room. He told me he would be the only one entering. At this point
I think I have about had it with taking people at their word.
    Food is brought in. Food is taken
away. The lady with the hard face comes in and takes my laundry. A few hours
later she brings it back. She never makes eye contact. She never smiles. After
a while I stop trying to make eye contact. I stop trying to smile.
    3 weeks. 4 weeks. I don’t know how
much time has passed. I stopped keeping track. Adam comes back one day. It’s
raining. It was storming all night. Loud crashes of thunder and bright bolts of
lightning kept me awake all night. I blame the storm, but I know that wasn’t
it.
    “Everyone is out.” He says
    It’s like his only greeting.
    “Great.” I sarcastically reply
    “Today is the day Red is brought
in.”
    “That’s awesome.” I reply. Less
sarcastically
    “I talked to Dean again.” He’s
trying to get me to talk to him
    “Good for you.” I reply once more
    I start to unfold and refold the
laundry that Hard Face brought in
    “He asked if you were okay.”
    “That’s nice of him. Is he coming
to get me?”
    “It’s more complicated than that Olivia.”
    I start to laugh. Hysterically.”
It’s really funny you know. I spent my entire childhood hiding away from my
parents. I didn’t want to sit there and listen to their ‘Praise the Lord’ talk
anymore. I had everything I ever needed there though. Who cares if I wasn’t
happy, I was taken care of. I moved in with Jaxon to help him, because he and
he alone made the choice to step up and keep his child. I fell head over heels
in love with that baby. You should see her, she’s really just the most amazing
little person you will ever meet.”
    “And then I felt like I needed to
grow up. I felt like Jaxon needed his own space, that I needed to do something,
spread my wings feel what it felt like to be a grown up. So I started my own
business and I moved out on my own. Not even a full day of my new found adult
freedom I fall head over heels in love with a hit man. The most beautiful
fucking man I have ever laid eyes on. I find out he’s married, I find out he
has a fucking wife and then I find out that I am pregnant, only after finding
out he wants to kill me and that the mother of the one human being I probably
love more than any other in this world paid him to do it. I gave my heart to
someone who wanted to make it stop beating. And now here I sit Captive. In love
with a man who won’t sacrifice shit to save me? I gave up my life for everyone
else and no one is even blinking an eye to save mine. I think it’s just
hilarious. Don’t you?”
    Adam looks sad for me. Pity is
about the last emotion I want to see on the face of someone like him.
    “Do me a favor, next time you talk
to him. Tell him to forget it. I don’t want him to save me. I don’t want him to
ask how I am doing. I don’t understand what in his life could be more important
than saving his pregnant fuck buddy, but whatever it is, it wins. I am done. I
don’t care